three cheers, a horrah, and a bakery boy

so i'm supposed to be packing...but no packing is being done.
so far today i've

made new playlists for my ipod....

went to gelsons to buy edible plane food...

flirted with the bakery boy....
(who gave me and my little sisters free cookies) ((no thats not a metaphor))
(((if you tried hard enough i bet you could make a really good rhyme with metaphor and whore....something to think about on the plane tomorrow)))

bought new sandals...
and
stared at my suitcase really hard.... (yes, of course, i was trying to teleconetically pack my clothes)

but still no packing has been done.

i love my procrastication nation

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things still suck (ie, my dad, the laura- situation, all the stuff i bitch about constantly...)
but i'm doing pretty good... i'm happy for the moment.
yes, ladies and gents,at this time, i am a content teenager.
but i totally salvaged my angsty-teen persona but staying in bed all day yesterday reading the virgin suicides.

three cheers and a horrah.