Entry 18

Yay, it's 11:30PM.
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Syrk and two of her friends will be gone tomorrow morning due to band camp. I am so tired.
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Syrk had trouble packing her st-
Knocks head a little. D:
I had a f*cking lot of trouble packing my shit. I ended up using two backpacks and a handbag (the one I've been bringing to the practices).

Stuffing the shit in the bags were one thing, but I had to re-organize them a lot because I finally remembered my stand, folder, and clarinet.

Y'see, the folder labels ripped off (name, school, clarinet #) as I attempted to remove them "carefully". I wanted to switch to a smaller folder, obviously, but I was only able to find Markham folder my sister gave me in the past. I stuck new labels on it in sad intentions.
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I'm bringing 3 different chargers to camp. 1) my phone, 2) my dsi, and 3) the camcorder battery.

Sigh. I don't like packing (and unpacking even more).
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MOOOOOOAN. I am soooo tired, but I can't sleep for some reason. Maybe because I'm on adrenaline now. Sniffles. I'll have to listen to music to sleep again. Mumble mumble.
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Must ... wake up ... early tomorrow! Like at 6AM. My mom is driving me plus my two other friends. Hopefully everything will fit in the car trunk; otherwise, the back seaters will be moved to the trunk while the luggage sits in the seats. Shock. I'm just joking ...

... but I'm still tired. Stupid stupid pink blanket took up most of my backpack. Stupid towel had to be stuffed. STUPID LUGGAGE.

Must hit somebody when I get back to school ...

... who will it be? Kimberly perhaps? Personal punchbag much. JK. First person who ticks me off gets a nice whack.

< * Syrk >

P.S. - We'll be back Thursday, but we're off somewhere else on Friday. Whoopie.