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Thursday, September 11th, 2008
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10:37p
Well, most of my things are all packed. I just have some chargers and some toiletries left, as well as packing up my carry-on tote bag (which isn't really much packing at all, is it?). And I have to clean up and pack up my room! Unfortunately, I weighed my bags using my brand new broken down weighing scale aaand I've got one bag with all my clothes in it weighing in at around 10kg, and my other bag with everything else weighing about 33kg. Which means it'll probably weigh 35kg at the airport tomorrow and they'll be asking me to repack stuff so it'll be less than 32 kg and then I can watch on embarrassed-ly (look, Zee, I spelled that right! Didn't spell spelled right initially though, dang.) while they paste a sticker on it which says CAREFUL. TWO HOT STRONG UGGA-UGGA MEN TO CARRY THIS ONLY.
Which means that I'll have to bring a small bag to toss some shit in which means I may end up with three bags which means that I may end up waiting outside my hall with three bags in case my worst fears come true and my hall office is not open before 9 even though the chick said it would be fine if I leave Heathrow between 7 - 8am.
I am sooooo excited, dudes, srsly, I'm sure you guys have the idea. I don't really have much worries - what, period may be coming tmr? baggage may need to be repacked therefore showing the world that I am bringing Canada along? may end up waiting for my minicab driver for an hour? may end up waiting for the hall office to open? - who cares?! It's all manifesting as excitement, really. I really, really hope I can sleep today. I oughta go to bed half an hour early just in case. Maybe drink hot milk. Take sleeping pills. Have loads of hot, strenuous, orgasmic, sleep-inducing againstthewall sex.
So excited.
current mood:  excited
current music: Rhiannon ~ Fleetwood Mac
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