The dreaded 'p' word :(

Hey friends, thanks for being awesome and reading this. The plan is to keep you all updated on my prancing about Europe and such. I've never been good at keeping up a journal but I'll try real hard and we'll see how this goes! So I've been home since Saturday (tennis team stayed after finals to compete at nationals woot!) and am leaving this Saturday. Whoa. Lots to do and no time. Tons of people to see, things to get in preparation, and, dare i say the p word...packing (not what you thought? :p). Friends, I HATE packing. I'm terrible at it. I procrastinate by doing things like starting a blog. And there's something I've learned with this week. With every little thing that I own sitting in my room at home makes me realize I have way more stuff than I ever thought possible. I'd think I'm not the most materialistic person in the world. I'm way more into sports and just chilling with people than shopping. But I have a lot of things! So yesterday was spent filling a bag of clothes for GoodWill, and chucking a bunch of little pieces of junk I've accumulated over the year. I thought I'd be done packing yesterday, shop today, and be free to see people the rest of the week (being only Thursday and Friday, boo). I may have to just host a speed dating night on Friday so I can try my best to catch up on all my lovely Wisconsin friends' lives before leaving. Not a bad idea? Hmmm kind of cheating, but better than nothing right? Plus, I'll have another week home with everyone between getting back from France and leaving for MI for work for the rest of the summer. Procrastination station, out.