August 22nd, 2006


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I was packing and hunting for my blush brush so I could dust off Compy when I thought to look in my purse. The brush wasn't there, but a folded copy of my second semester schedule was there with this written on the back:

Sometimes we get so caught up in the details that we forget to see the big picture and the beauty it contains.

And it's true. It's so true. To prove its truth, I'll settle for a tissue to dust off Compy.

P.S. The Current Music is a little wrong; Harry actually had three weeks to himself in Prisoner of Azkaban. He left the Dursleys' a week after his birthday. This was corrected in later editions. Oh well. It's a cool song, though.
  • Current Music
    Harry and the Potters: Two Weeks to Myself
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note to self

Packing Notes to Self (because we all know I'll forget once I'm at Agnes)

Dear Sujin,

Your Latin dictionary and your MLA guide are in your laptop case. [Yes, I have a desktop and a laptop. Lappy's mostly for my writing, while Compy's for writing and everything else. I think Lappy gets jealous since he's not as sexy.] French dictionary the first, Spanish dictionary, and Elements of Style are in your goody box. French dictionary the second and Harry Potter books are in the silver box. English dictionary and Chapter Zero are in the gold box. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy set is in the brown box. Your other math books are in Clunky.

The Rubik's cube is in the blue mug. The Slinky hasn't been packed yet. The jewelry is in... the bowl, and the nail polish is in the silver box. The silly putty is in my black office box. That's everything of real importance, yes?


P.S. Can someone remind me of this entry on Thursday? Please?
  • Current Music
    Matchbox Twenty: Back 2 Good *cringe at song title*
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sleepy bunny

Last spam of the day. I promise.

(It could be worse. It could be three entries of meme!spam. Of course, some people would consider this worse because it's actually something to read, unlike most of the stereotypical LJ population. That leads to another thing I've been thinking about, but that'll come once I get back to Agnes. So will something else that requires my big dictionary, but I've already packed it. I could always Onelook them, but oh well.)

I called myself a genius twice today. Now I don't call myself a genius that often, especially since I'm not one to throw words around, literally or figuratively. However, today I did just that.

The first time really was a moment of genius. I was trying to figure out how on earth I was going to pack my math books, my bedspread, another towel, and assorted sundries without getting yet another box out. Then it hit me. I went on an overnight trip last year, the Emerging Leaders retreat in February. That was a pain to pack for, for I used just a backpack and a small bag. A rolling bag would make that a lot easier. A minute later, I emerged out of my closet with Clunky.

It worked. I packed everything I needed (except for what I need to wash tomorrow) and still have room left. That was a moment of genius.

The other moment came tonight right before my shower. I was using spare socks and underwear to stuff odd corners of my boxes in order to maximize space. I had put everything I had left on my bed to stuff the boxes without the thought that I still had two nights left here--that is, until I looked for underwar underwear for my shower. Where could it have gone?

Oh. Duh. I opened the top box, and sure enough, two pairs were squeezed among some skirts, pants, and clothes hangers. I grabbed those two pairs, tossed one pair on my bed, and took the other with me.

Genius, I tell you.
  • Current Music
    Nelly Furtado: I'm Like a Bird
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