there's nothing like the last minute.

My mother always says that to me, usually scornfully, as I'm packing 6 hours before I have to leave or doing laundry right up until the minute I'm supposed to be going out. So that's what it's gonna be like for this party. EEP!

I have a fuckton of shit to get done AND I don't have an outfit, which I'm pretty worried about. I feel like a trip to White House, Black Market should do the trick, but ya never know. I just don't wanna wear something I've already worn before, even though I doubt anyone would know since most of my shit is from San Francisco. I also need hair/nails/feet/brows done, so I might duck out around noon to go take care of that. Good Lord - I'm a hot mess. PLUS I need to study. And buy liquor and do all of those things you have to do before a party. The next two days are going to suckkk. Hopefully I can run on adrenaline during the party.

Okay, back to work!