its the final countdown

i dream about new zealand every night. not nice pretty dreams, but anxiety driven ones. either i forget my passport, i am late to the airport, my family has turned into hulk hogan's family, or i haven't packed anything. just a shirt and toothbrush. i can't find my visa. then i finally get on the plane, and the person next to me is eating a banana. not just one, he has a whole bunch. and to make my dreams even awesomer, the soundtrack to them is europe's "it's the final countdown".

needless to say, i am going a little crazy.

i have lists. of stuff to do, and people to see, and documents to copy. oh yes, documents.

i have my moments of freaking out. they use to be about every two months, but now they are increasing to every week. i am having new zealand contractions. its only going to get worse. and more intense. and will probably be more painful.

my mind can't rest. it is constantly turning and twirling and stretching and thinking, " you need to go the bank and figure out if you should have all your funds transferred to a bank there or only some, you need to find your birth certificate and copy it, get all your student loan crap in order, will you have enough money, how much crap are you going to bring with you, you need to email alison and get her address and double check that you can stay with her when you get there," and it goes on and on and on.


sometimes i think my brain might explode and ooze out of my ears and nose.

(this is what i look like when i have my freaking-out-new-zealand- contraction moments. attractive, right?)

basically, i need to CHILL OUT!!!

ok. that's enough. this rambling has just made me realize even more crap that needs to be taken care.

ouch, there was another contraction.

from julie the crazy lady

p.s. hi nicole!!