Augh!

Hate packing. Hate travelling. Loathe flying. Am wondering whythefuck I'm going to England.

Packing not quite done yet (toiletries and my schoolbag/carryon).

Am feeling nervous. Also, headachey.

Right, should finish packing before Dad gets here in like, 32 minutes. (Then to the parents' house for dinner and helping my brother register, really quickly, then off to the airport.)

I wish I were as psyched as Joey was every time he said "LONDON, BABY!!!!"

Meep.

Here I go!

I'm off.

Thank you to all for best wishes and happy good flying vibes and all that. I'll try to post from England (I have to log on at some point while I'm over there), and will catch up on friends list stuff when I get back.

Will miss you all! <hugs>

(Friends, don't forget to send me an email at the gmail address if you want a postcard, if you haven't sent me a mail already.)