Packing - Part 1

Can I just say how happy I am that it's not April 25th anymore (the date of my last post)? I've gone through a whole semester of school since then. Not only that, but I've completed a whole semester of French. I can now read French semi-well! Booya! Watching Beauty and The Beast after taking a French class is liking watching the movie for the first time again. Learning a language is hard but the work pays off in the end. I still have two semesters to go of French, and having a six month break in between each class which probably wasn't the smartest move, but I'll have to try to keep it up somehow while I'm at Disney. So if there is anyone out there that speaks French, please feel free to message/text me in French, I'd really appreciate it. Haha!

It really is crazy how time flies, I know that's a pretty cliché phrase, but it's ridiculous how true it is. Four weeks into the semester I remember thinking how I would never finish the semester, and that I still had eight weeks to go. Twice as many weeks as I had already done. Now I'm sitting on my couch at home, my boxes from my apartment up in my old bedroom, my roommates hundred (some thousands) miles away, and I have a little over two weeks before I leave for Disney.

What.

Leading off of that topic and into the topic of this post, I haven't even started packing. I have completed the first step to packing, which I believe is when you start thinking about packing. I have thought about it, I just haven't physically moved anything yet. That's why I titled this post, Packing - Part 1, because I haven't got to the second step of packing and actually started packing. Pft, I still need to unpack from my apartment, let alone start packing up again.

I have a greater respect of people that pack up for long-term trips, like missionaries for example. I keep thinking, "Well, I'm moving to Florida, all I need is a few shorts, t-shirts and my swimsuit right?" but then I think, "Well I'm going to be there in December... how cold does it get in December...? hmm." and then I give up on thinking about it and go do something else.

...I have a feeling I'm going to be like this until the day before I'm supposed to leave. Yikes.

My poor roommate, Katelyn, had to pack for Disney while she was packing up her apartment. She kept asking me, "What are you bringing to Florida?" And the helpful roommate I am, I replied, "HA! I have no idea." I'm probably going to call her and desperately ask for her help while in fetal position staring at my exploded room. Seriously though.

Here's a random, funny, Disney story that happened last semester: My mom had bought me a Peter Pan doll awhile ago, because Peter Pan is my all-time favorite Disney character. One day I came into my room and this is what I found...



Yes. That is a balloon tied around Peter's neck. I immediately screamed, "Peter!" and then I heard evil giggling behind me. I turned around and saw Katelyn standing in the doorway. When she saw me looking at her she let out a high pitched squeal and quickly ran out of the room. I instantly started laughing. She came back and told me that she tried to hang him, but he was too heavy for the balloon. She's the best roommate ever, even though she hangs my favorite Disney characters. :)

Anyway, I better go and at least try to get to the second step of packing and actually start making a list or piles or something.

Au Revoir!