that holiday i forgot about

Going on holiday would be nicer if I knew my own itinerary. Regardless, here I go, and I have just realised that the bag for my books is larger than the one for my clothing, and also that I am bringing an absurd amount of shoes, and three hard-cover blank books (well, one of them is blank and two have some scribblings in them), and, um, stuff. Also my hair is short and this is weird; I keep running my hand through it on account of it feeling so odd.

Okay, got itinerary from Mum: tonight we sleep at a hotel in Ohio, tomorrow morning Mum and Dad have denomination meeting thingummy, after which we drive to the condo in West Virginia, and then on Sunday drive up to Virginia Beach for the wedding. Somewhere in all of this we also may visit my grandparents on the way home. In any case, shall be back Monday, though you lot mayn't see me until Tuesday. Um. And now I have to put stuff at the door, and stuff. Er.

*flees*