packing for a two-week trip

the title says it all.

here I am. up at 0524 hours, still unpacked... for a flight that leaves in 4 hours. I've got no sleep. I've just been prolonging the dreaded task of packing.

don't get me wrong. packing's fine. especially when you know exactly what you'll be doing for the next few days and you know where you'll be and therefore know how the weather'll be like in that specific area.

is it the same for this trip? NO.

so, my dad's come up with this vacation where we initially spend 3 days in London, then suddenly we're off by the English Riviera, and then the rest of the days are uncertain. I do, however, know that we'll be in parts of Ireland and Scotland. that doesn't give a girl much information! also, we're going to these obscure places that aren't even easy to find the weather for!

in addition, we're going for two weeks. do you know the amount of clothes needed in such duration? heaps! especially if you're me and refuse to wear something twice on holiday. which I tend to. but you know what I hate more than wearing something twice on vacation? dragging along massive quantities of big and old bags that won't even slide well, so when I use the word drag... I'm not exaggerating!

I am so stressed. I am not looking forward to this trip. I want to go to sleep. I want to see this boy I'm absolutely crazy about, I want him to hold me, tell me everything will be fine. I need him to give me some form of happiness. Maybe then my mind will calm down.

To said boy: I miss you terribly.