My forsight of a 12 year old

Hello there blog. Haven't seen you in a while.

I've been super busy, with moving into WSU and partying like it's 1999. (Just kidding, but I am having fun) And thusly my blogging has suffered. So if you're one of the 2 people besides my mother who reads this, and actually cares, I'm sorry.

But yeah, college. Kind of a big deal I guess. It's pretty awesome. I adore my roommates and have met some pretty boss people. So far it's been pretty stellar, but then again, classes have yet to start. Catch me in a few days, then see how I feel.

Anyone whose ever moved into a dorm, knows that packing is stressful. Ok, that's an understatement, it's like ripping your teeth out one by one whilst attempting to do that tap dance from singing in the rain. Painful and frustrating. It's even more frustrating when you spend upwards of two days preparing, only to arrive at my dorm and realize that I have forgotten something incredibly vital.

The first night, there came a point when I was ready to get out of my jeans, but not quite ready for pajamas. It's that hour before bed where sweat pants are the worlds most perfect invention. I would say that I call it the sweat pants hour, but that would be lying. I hadn't put that much thought into it.

As you can probably guess, I forgot them. Completely forgot anything resembling sweat pants.

I then put it on the mental list of things I've forgotten.

The list is extensive. And sad. And embarrassing. But here goes.

Sweat pants *mentioned above

Hoodies

Socks

Shampoo

Socks

Foundation

Eyeliner

Flip flops

Chapstick (Seriously, I'm dying here)

Nail polish remover

Sunglasses

Arrested Development DVDs

Water bottle

My cactus

knives

Body wash

Cardigans

Laundry detergent

Laundry basket

I'm sure the list is longer, but this is everything I can think of at this moment.

I did however remember to bring:

Harry Potter books 1 and 7

The Element Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures

A very expensive tin of tea and steeper

Sweaters (Very weather appropriate, I know)

And thats about every random thing I can think of. Awesome.

So at this point every stupid thing I forget I just get more angry. And since I can't really do anything about it, and I'm super awkward, I kind of just internalize it and it becomes entertaining to all around. So I guess, at least there's that.