Somebody's ready...and it ain't me

Avoiding packing is my current activity of choice. As organized as I am, I'm also overpreparing like it's my jizzidyob and, therefore, I am at a crossroads deciding whether I should just buy some stuff in France(markers, stapler, tape, ruler...mostly school supplies) or if I should lug it along to avoid spending unnecessary money, but make my luggage heavier in the process. With the exception of one pack of markers, I will be leaving all that behind, btw. The idea is to be the minimum amount of overprepared I can be....that's the best I can do. Fewer sweaters, less warm-weather clothes...I can do it! I'm driving myself seriously folle. I would love, love, love to be done with packing(as much as I can pack that I don't need before I leave) by tonight...but, as you can see, I have chosen other useful things to do such as write about it. Blech. I also am screwing myself up by taking a backpack instead of a second suitcase because there is just not as much room. The fact that my shoulders, back and arms are going to be jello by the time I get to Rennes=not a happy Leah. I WILL suck it up, but I also WILL complain a lot...to myself of course since I'm gonna be all by my lonesome. Boo hoo for me.

Tomorrow is taking Sienna to the vet day(along with another French mani!) and that'll be fun....NOT(whoa, saying "not" is totally circa 1992!) But anyways....so tomorrow is check-up, rabies shot, MICROCHIP(AHHHHHH!) and health cert...she's not gonna like it!...good thing the 21 hour long trip is TWO DAYS LATER. I'm a cruel pet owner. Oh well, besides the vomiting and accidents, I'm sure it'll be a great trip-please insert sarcasm. At least she feels nice and safe in her pet carrier I have left out for her for many weeks now...too bad that'll last a hot minute and then the hatred will ensure. Poor little muffin.

Can I also just ask: Why is it that your life always seems great right before you're about to leave? Why do you only think of the good things about the place you're in and the bad things about the place you're going to? That always happened during college, study abroad and the first time I did the assistantship. My mom's already cried thinking about me leaving. I really dislike that part...thinking about leaving behind my fam and friends...especially fam. Oh, that reminds me...I forgot to share my fun times at the Shore with the Blog World. Moving on from the sad part...

Here she blows...so, I went to Ocean City with Kev and Shan who are two friends from UR that are the funnest ever. I hadn't seen them since Montreal when they visited me soon before I left...so I guess 2.5 or 3 months earlier. They are just so jokey, silly and we make fun of each other the entire time...I love it. So, anyway, we all made it to Kev's shore house on Fri night and had a nice night of drinking and playing this card game called "Crowns" that I learned to love...espec since I only got last place once...and we played it many a time.

We were all exhaust, so we went to bed on the earlier side(for us) and got a good night's sleep so we could be ready for Atlantic City the next day. The next day, we walked all around the boardwalk, caught a movie and K&S even took part in an impromptu dancing sesh.
We got back to the house that evening and just lazed around watching episodes of Next that were the most bizarre ever, played some more crowns, downed some wine(unbeknownst to Kev) and got dinner after driving around to three different places and finally deciding to order out which still took a freakin hour!

After din, we got all pretty, had some more alki(I was def way fine by this point) and headed to the casino. We had decided to take a cab there and back so no one had to be the DD. Long story short, we were prepared to win millions and Kev and I both came out 15 bucks richer and Shan, 90 richer!(although she did have a cheat card to play Blackjack with...oops...which we later found out is illegal...double oops.) Shan had the winning strategy also in drink ordering...we'd each order a round for all three of us and, that way, we could save mulah by tipping 2 dollars total instead of each paying 1 per drink if we ordered separately...so smart, that one! Side note: I miss Europe and the non-tipping.

So, needless to say, I was pa-retty sa-mashed by the end of the night. I mean, I wasn't OOC, but I did fall asleep in the cab ride and apparently K&S were trying to wake me by talking smack about me...but it didn't work. Double side note: my "n" key on my keyboard just fell off...that's just great. Moving on, Sun was a beach day and then Shan headed home to NY and Kev and I to his beautious house where we had din with his rents and sis and hot tubbed it for a little while before heading to bed. Ahh, such a nice relaxing slash wild weekend...just how I like them. Better had be off to continue my packing...such fun awaits me. Ralph upon ralph.


Update: "N" key has been fixed courtesy of Dad...thank goodness, I would prefer not to have a mini panic attick if at all possible...and paying for one more thing would do that to me!