One does not simply pack ahead of time

Blurb my brain:
So little known fact: Moving is stressful. Also, summer is peak moving time. In the last 3 weeks I have helped move three people, not including myself. I am lucky in that all I have to pack is everything I don't want packed. Lol. My movers come in 2 weeks and I am really ready for them.

I literally have my suitcases packed.

The only problem with this is that I don't actually leave the country for another 60 days.

So in the mean time, I have to keep all my clothes clean in the next two weeks. What? Not happening. Sorry.

Also, as is my life, I have been making a TON of friends now that I am leaving the country in a month and change.

One girl, whom I will dub Twinsie, is basically everything that I ever wanted to be if I had time. And no job. And money. She loves playing video games. She sews. She's a makeup artist. She draws. I would be lying if I didn't say I am addicted to her awesomeness.

The other girl, who I will dub Mellow Yellow, is very relaxed and fun. Buy she also plays well with my quirky side. She's a friend of my cousin, and I love being around her because it's such a different experience.

Of course neither drinks. Lol. But that's not something I am willing to give up at this point.

Oh, and it's also my birthday. So there's that too.

Light Chicken

Blurb my brain:
Today I invented a new game. This one isn't as much fun as the last game I invented (Drunk Dishes...more on that later). But I think it is the only thing keeping me alive on my drive at night. This game is called light chicken.

The concept is really easy. Both you and the guy opposite of you (going head on) are driving in the pitch black. You both have your bright lights on. You can see the guy coming around the corner. Now play chicken. First one to turn off your brights loses.

I developed this game because assholes in my parents town would keep their brights on even though I am clearly A: a car and not a ghost B: am not a ghost car and therefore are operated by a human and C: humans need to see to fucking drive.

Take that assholes of the world. I will no longer lose a game of light chicken.

Gingers. Gross.

Blurb my brain:
Yeah, I went to a local bar last night. I sat there and it was nice to drink a beer and people watch. My mistake was that I had only 2 hours of sleep the night prior. So I got pretty drunk pretty quickly. I met a ginger and he and I went to another bar that was downtown.

I can't tell you how fun that was. It was nice talking and having a conversation. But this ginger guy told me how attracted to other gingers he was. I laughed at him, because gingers REPULSE me. I often repulse myself. We are an ugly people.

In fact, David sent me an email with a picture of a group of gingers and my reply was simply: I hate you.

Ninja Curbs

Blurb my brain:
Went to see Avengers today with bus buddy. And we decided to walk to the theater and back. Bus Buddy got attacked by a ninja curb. It was glorious. Do you ever wonder where those came from? How do you always trip on Ninja Curbs when you are walking with friends? Anyway, thought it was funny.

Destination Anticipation

Blurb my brain:
When I was in band camp, my teacher would talk about how we could do one more set before we were allowed to go to a bathroom break. Inevitably the entire band would rush through the set so we could use the bathroom. My teacher always told us it was pee anticipation. We would be fine until we saw the bathroom break. Then as we got closer and closer to the break the faster we would speed up. Then the need to pee would just further intensify as we approached the bathroom and the stalls. Then we are dancing in the stalls as we undid our pants and stuff.

This weekend I have found that the same thing applies to driving while tired. You start a 2 hour drive, all pumped and ready to drive. Then 1.5 hours later you're so exhausted you contemplate pulling over. Then you are about 5 miles away from home and all you can think about is how badly you want to lay down.

Destination Anticipation sucks.

Cruise control

Blurb My Brain:
Do you know why cruise control was invented? I will tell you why. To piss people off. Namely, the people who use it. I went to Visit a cousin this weekend and because Pickles griped about the 2hr car ride last time, David told me to rent a car. I tell them I wanted cheap. They offered me a compact car. I show up, sign the paperwork, get the keys....and it's a 4Runner. That thing is NOT compact. If it stands 7 feet tall, it's not compact.

Anyway, this thing has cruise control. I don't want to get pulled over so I set it to a nice 65 for the 60mph zone. I see that there is a string of cars ahead of me. They also appear to be going 65. Then suddenly I am gaining on them. So I slow it down to 60. We continue to go 60. Then all of a sudden they zoom ahead. Back to 65 I go. Cruise control does not work when in a string of cars.

Pisses me off. If you're gonna drive 65, stay at 65. Or use cruise. Ugh.