Packing List

For disorganized people like myself, a list is the way to go. I guess it's an interesting experiment, to see how you sort your priorities. Here, try it: if you were fleeing the country overnight, what would you bring with you? It's not about what you write down, but rather, the order in which you write it down.

Anyway, I'm not fleeing the country, but I need to pack. After I made myself a packing list, I went through it- and at the very top of my list is "phone charger". My rationale for it is that a phone charger is something I'm likely to forget, that's why I wrote it down first... but then "clothes" came second, and I don't think I was in any danger of forgetting to bring clothes. This just goes to show how screwed up my priorities are.

I guess I've noticed these illogical patterns of behavior within myself... I just do what I feel like at the time- it's usually the option which gives me instant gratification. Maybe I'm not a long-term thinker... or maybe I'm just desperate for some happiness... meh.

Now I sound like I'm going to fall into a depressed mood. Not good. MUST THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS.

So uh... CAMP TOMORROW! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo.....oooooooo...ooo....o..... Whoo.
This isn't working. Where has my enthusiasm gone? GAH.

Okay, I'm going to get back to packing. I'm bringing my shark. Vincent. I'm bringing Vincent along. Going on camp with my best friends and my faaaaaaaaavourite teacher (so dude, if you ever read anything funny I say about you on here- by some miracle- know that I love you). Can life get any better???!!!

...Well actually, yes it can. It'd be great if we didn't have to camp out near bogan-town.

Oooooh, flowers.