pakk

Today I've been packing because I go to america tomorrow. Here is what I have packed:



I am getting ready to go to my sister's for dinner. My sister is a good cook. it will be a good night. Here is a picture of my sister on a beach in the westfjords last summer, fighting off evil birds with a stick:



The other day I tidied up and organized my room really well because I'm leaving and I'm going to miss my room and don't want it to be sad and messy while I am gone. Then I took pictures of it and told it I would not forget it even if I stopped living in it.

You can probably look at the pictures here.

When I looked over the pictures I thought:

"I have ridiculous taste / bad taste / no taste."

"kind of like a juvenile packrat."

"I have so much crap and so many nice friends who have made me or given me nice things"

"My bedroom is so fucking awesome and fun I wish I could travel with it."