Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance

Packing For Trips

Okay, so, (take a shot every time I say "okay, so" or "so" to start a chapter)
I'm going on a trip here soon. I'm leaving with school buddies and our leader for this leadership program thing tomorrow.
I'm gonna be gone for a week, and I'm pumped. Normally, I have issues with separation anxiety with my mom, and I get scared that something will happen when I'm gone.
However, this is for something that is very near and dear to my heart. So, I'm excited, and I know that, now that things are moving in a positive direction, everything will be fine.

HOWEVER,
It is extremely difficult to be hyped about going on a trip without your parents when the itinerary states that you have to pack half of the planet's resources.
And I wasn't informed until like an hour ago that I need to take all of my own pillows and blankets, shampoo, towels, everything.
We're staying at a place where I assumed they'd have towels, but no.
You have to pack half of the necessities for the fucking apocalypse in order to be set and ready to go.
I understand clothes and maybe the toiletries, but seriously?
Like I gotta pack fucking TOWELS, ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Why can you not do that?

And then trying to fit all of that shit together is like trying to stuff a fucking duck with a baby cow.
It's damn near impossible to get everything to fit.
So then I gotta take everything out, and I gotta sit and stare at it all wondering why the hell I need five towels.
And then I have to strategically roll everything up like my outfits are fabric burritos and smash them all into a duffel bag.
And trying to fit a blanket and pillow with all of that?
Haha, no.
You need a second bag, and that pillow STILL isn't going to fit into either bag.
So, in the end, I've got a duffel bag that could carry a body, a drawstring bag full of my towels and a blanket, and a pillow sitting on top of it all.
And a partridge in a pear tree.