It had been three days since that little Conference, and it'd be five days till I departed San Diego. I decided to google Pierce The Veil, the name of their band, in hope to find the places I'd be traveling so I'd know what kind of clothes to pack. I just hope we can stop occasionally because I can't afford new clothes so I'll have to wash mine.
SanDiego Ca
San Jose Ca
San Fransisco Ca
Reno Nv
Las Vegas Nv
Phoenix Az
It went along all the way to Georgia, then up to New York, but not to the tiny states between there and Maine. Then it went all the way to Washington, but zig zagged up and down to multiple states between. But there were actually thirty four states and forty three stops, Mike was wrong. It's ending in September, so I'd be home for good in December. I guess you fly back home a week for Thanks Giving and two for Christmas, so it's actually three months, but two months worth of days actually away.
I got up, tired but knowing if I didn't pack now I would be even more unwilling later. I'd have to back some still summery, some cold, and some freezing clothes, so I started with warm, and ended with cold.
A light orange sweater, acid washed Jean shorts, a few pairs of black, a few pairs of white, a few pairs of red, and a few pairs of blue skinnies. Some black fabric shorts, some lulu lemon leggings, a couple pairs of plain black leggings, a few side sleeve shirts, a few tee shirts, a few pajama shirts, a few bathing-suit tops. Sweaters, sweatshirts, sweat pants, yoga pants. Under wear, bras, socks, things, crop tops, butty shorts. Pajama pants, pajama shirts, lazy clothes, cute outfits.
I had two big suitcases full of clothes, then a third will homely items like sips, shampoos, conditioners, sheets, throw blankets, decorative pillows, a blanket, razors, tooth brush, tooth paste, perfume, lotion, stuffed animals, nail polish, and all that good stuff. I'm sure the guys would be delighted with all my luggage and feminine shit.
The only problem now is I'd be living in the same few outfits for the next five days. Good thing I didn't have to go to work until I got back. On all my time could be spent with my very pissed off boyfriend. He's probably just mad that I'll be bringing home the big check.
I run my fingers through my dirty blonde hair, then tie it up in a messy bun. Cole would be gone in two hours and I had nothing to do, so I got out the guitar that I hadn't played in four months, and tuned it.
