not quite sure what to do with myself.

We're at less than 24 hours, and here I am, bloggin' away, doing . . . nothing. This would be okay if I was set to go, but I'm not. Shoot. Lists usually calm me down {lemme just say that i am not the kind of person that gets jumpy, but . . . my stomach has been dehabilitatingly in knots for a few days, oh well} so here's one:

-learn how to put film in the camera
-pick a movie for plane
-put everything i'm taking on my bed
-have dad pack the rest of that stuff
-belgium/netherlands research>notebook
-clean room
-watch glee
-facials with sarah
-print boarding pass
-sewing kit
-pack jewelery
-finalize plane outfit
-pack perfume {anthro's the charmer=sheer heaven}
-grab a bom and pack it
-get black ribbon for hat
-find black tote!!!
-grab family snapshot and pack it
-grab one (1!) piece of art to take along
-mundial?
-anniversaire?
-pack undah-thangs
-charge camera
-send out mass text
-prepare phone for sarah
-figure out if i can disconnect touch from internet
-print photos of myself (i know, i'm a star, in case anyone wants copies . . . hehe)
-write down olivier's info and hotel info in moleskin
-write down addresses in notebook
-i need some deodorant . . . and a book/magazine
-sanitize and pack my razor
-shower (i have no idea when/where my next will be) + shave + blow dry my new hair for the first time
-calm down after seeing how much i have to do

Although just seeing what the heck I have to do in the next 15 hours makes me calmer . . . strange. Cheerio!