Of lint rollers, rubber maids, and post it notes...

Packing is such a pain. Pain pain pain.

On the bright side, I found the sham that has eluded me ALL year. Yayyy

Aanywho, packing most of my life into the back of Joe makes me feel two ways: 1. Awesome and minimalistic. After all, I can fit everything into my car. This proves I'm not materialistic, right? Everyone should wish to be me. 2. Pathetic. Everything fits in my car. I'm going no where in life. I may as well become a professional hobo.

I like to deal in dramatic extremes.

I don't like packing, but when I have to I prefer to pack ahead of time. Nothing like being punctual and prepared. However, when you need the stuff you have to pack for life, that kind of becomes difficult.

Aaand we're done.

4 hours. 3 people.

That's right. I'm sitting at work and that is the grand total. Why? Because I was dumb enough to schdule myself during the homecoming game. Oh well. I have all of my homework for the next 4 days done. Just had a nice conversation with a random guy. Stuck some post it notes in random places.

This morning some of us walked a mile backwards. We thought it might be fun. Actually, we had a sign that was supposed to go on the back of the float, but it didn't work out, so we just carried it behind. T'was great fun. Our brother dorm won 1st, and we came out with 2nd. Mainly because they had smurfs and Jedi.:)

P.S. Dorm chats don't make a lot of sense, but they are very catchy.