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Madness! Trying to get ready. Am probably bringing too much. Last night my parents came over for a "dry run" of home and pet care, and I think my dad thought that all of my little notes and instructions taped around the house were a bit much, but what are you gonna do? I took a packing break to go see Anchorman yesterday, and much like with Dodgeball, I firmly believed that I would hate it, but I couldn't. (I still liked Dodgeball better.) When Anchorman first started, it took me a little while to warm up, and I tried to fight the funniness, but sooner or later I had to give in and was laughing really hard. I'm telling myself that during the summer, it's okay to laugh at very dumb movies. I'm wearing this skirt on the plane (I have it in black) because it's the most comfortable item of clothing I own. It's kind of strange, but I love it because it's light and soft. My parents gave me some warm toasty first class socks to wear if I want to take off my shoes and relax. They've really given me so much in the form of fun travel things like ear plugs (not used, gross) and eye masks and inflatable neck pillows that deflate into a pouch the size of a quarter. I'm trying to pack everything I might possibly need for my first few days in my carry-on and my purse because my layover in Dallas is only forty-five minutes and I am skeptical that my backpack will make it on the plane to Paris, but I'm trying to be optimistic. (My dad recently waited for three days for his suitcase in Rome, and he is all about advising me to pack some extra "drawers," as he calls them.) There comes a point when you have to stop wringing your hands over every little thing you're packing and just shove that shit in there and roll with it. I'm really excited to roll up my clothes in the little air tight bag things. I LOVE air tight bags! I had no idea they made special ones for traveling. It's exciting! My dad has offered me his camera, which is so much nicer than my geriatric 2.5-year-old 2.2 megapixel Kodak that it's basically absurd. I mean, a 4.0 Nikon instead for the scenic vistas of my trip? Is it even safe to dream? I am blown away by his offer, and I still haven't decided whether or not to take it, because what if I drop it off the top of the Eiffel Tower? Okay, it's later now and I just talked to my dad about the camera. He said not to freak myself out about something happening to it because the important thing is that the pictures get home even if something happens to the camera. Like, the memory cards or what have you. Nice! My dad is nice. They both are, really. They took me out for Vietnamese food and Baskin Robbins last night. My mom just shook her head at me and put her hands on my shoulders and sort of shook her head as I sang an impromptu operatic version of "Afternoon Delight" for her as my little brother and I tried to explain to her about the legend of Ron Burgundy. I don't know. I think I'm just going to chill now, get ready to work my half-day tomorrow, fold some laundry, and try to get a good night's sleep. Tonight my sister leaves Poland and goes to Berlin and then Brugges and the Amsterdam and then PARIS. You have "Afternoon Delight" stuck in your head now, don't you? Don't you? You're welcome for that. About this time in ...
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