Packing and the Vinny Dance

Today is friday, the day before saturday. That means hectic cleaning before the trip. How dreadful. I woke up around 12 to my dad's phone call. We were going out for lunch since we don't have anymore food in the fridge. We've been slowly purging that thing in preparation of the trip. When we got back from the restaurant, i had to run a couple of errands. Little sister and i went to the library to drop off books and pick up books for little brother. He's getting better at reading, thank goodness. I think he actually likes it now. Out of recommendation, i got a hemingway book. Yes, he is the great literary genius. I kind of gave up on those kind of authors awhile back. Their long winded-ness is lost in translation for me. For instance, I read the scarlet letter and thought it was an overall really good book. It was just so descriptive for me to stay intrigued. Do you need 5 pages to describe what a blooming flower looks like? Is that necessary? I think it all comes back to Moby Dick for me. That ruined my "classics" venture. If i wanted to learn about the anatomy of a whale, i'd go to the zoo. I'm so lame. Anyways, i'm giving hemingway a try. After the library, we drove to Wal-Mart to pick up motion sickness pills just in case someone's stomach decides to play. When i got home, the house was a mess. My mom wants the house pristine before we leave so that we can come home to a clean house.

Two things i don't like doing: cleaning and packing. No wonder my room is a mess. My parents used to call my room a pig pen. They don't say that anymore because my room is the cleanest out of all my siblings. har har har. Since i've been home, i haven't taken all my clothes out of my boxes. Packing requries me to take my junk of out boxes and see what clothes i want to take. My mom asked me for my opinion on what outfits to bring. I go through her closet and start taking random dresses out to show her. She inspects my choices and starts taking out some of my picks. Her reasoning is that she's already pictured in most of the dresses i picked out. Now i know why she's been shopping so much. Her closet is full of new dresses i've never seen before. Geez.

Jack Johnson is packing music. I have a pink duffel bag and a hot pink suitcase. I don't know how i accumulated pink carry-ons. The duffel carries everyday clothes and the suitcase is stuffed with dresses. I packed for both me and my little sister. She still has her luggage, but we share the hot pink one. That's better than my mom. She managed 3 suitcases, a huge tote, and a briefcase-esque carry-on. Two suitcases are for clothes and another is specifically set aside for shoes. Amazingly, i'm only bringing two pairs. I asked her i she could stuff mine in and she says, "i don't have room." My mom is so high maintenance. I don't know what i can carry on and what i have to send off. With all the rules changing, i'm afraid to carry things that i care about just to have them throw it away in the end. To not work my muscles so much, i switched purses. I went through my momma's collection and nabbed me a clutch. It looks rustic. I guess i chose that word because it's got a red-wood color to it.

On my checklist, panties are at the top. I remembered packing for a trip once and totally forgot to bring my undergarments. What the heck?! Toothbrush is easily forgettable... but panties? After my morning routine, i should be ready to go. I think i'm going to leave my laptop at home. I don't want to anger my parents. They are mean when angered. I took a break from packing around 7 to watch t.v. There's this show called "dance machine." It's sort of like a show for average joes to show off their dance moves for money and a weird looking dance machine trophy. There was this guy named Vinny that did this crazy, ridiculous dance move. It was crazy because it's not really a dance move? Observe:

It's more of a duck waddle. I know my hair is weird. It's kinda in a lopsided ponytail because i don't like putting it up dead center. I'm an 80's girl at heart! I also cleared the area so that i could demonstrate. My room kind of looks clean? Yay. Unfortunately, my man Vinny didn't win. I don't blame him for losing, i blame the voters! ....Naw, actually he was up against Jeff, the guy i was rooting for. Vinny kept doing this pelvis thrust thing that annoyed me. It's so annoying that i won't demonstrate the move. I'll spare you...this time. After the weird dance was over, i watched the duel. It was the first time i actually saw the show and it's pretty interesting. I'm not sure if i like the game. It's all about strategy and outlasting your opponent. I guess in essence, all games are like that? For dinner, i ran around the kitchen eating little bits of everything. It was weird. Someone made corn-spam rice? So i ate a spoonful of that and ran over to the counter and ate a spoonful of bean chili, followed by a slice of banh mi. The cycle was continuous until i felt full. I washed it all down with some choco ice cream. Yum.

Cute picture of the day.

Moneygami! I want to learn how to do the puppy one.