"That chicken's spicey." *tastes* "Yeah, as spicey as mom in shorts!"

There are 4 days, including today, until I go gallivanting across the planet. I'll  be sure to keep this updated. And, for those who care, this is a general outline of the trip, where I'll be when:

• Thursday, July 1st: Leaving Halifax airport in the evening.
• Friday, July 2nd: Arriving in Iceland, staying there for two days(?) 
• Tuesday, July 6th: Arriving in Kenya, a week at RVA, I think. 
• I haven't quite figured out what's after that.
• Last week of July: Going to Lamu, an epic little island off the coast of Kenya
• Sometime in the first few days of August: Leaving Kenya, flying to London and staying there for two or three days. 
• August 6th: Back in Canada, back to life

I really haven't figured out why my parents want to go to Iceland(no offence to Iceland). Sure, it has a big volcano that halted air traffic long enough to put a lot of people into panic, but why actually go there? Well, I do live in Canada, so I probably shouldn't be talking.

As for today, it looks like a packing day. Well, pretty much every day in the last week has looked like a packing day, but my procrastination instinct is too strong. Many days have gone like this:
 "Oh, I should pack. Hey look! I should put a wig and 3D glasses on my disco ball!"
"Packing, right. But Doctor Who is mesmerizing."
"If I pack, that means I have to move. Forget it."
"I want chocolate cake. Definitely more appetizing than packing."

And you get my drift. My current excuse is that writing something on my blog is necessary and it's a rainy, unmotivating day. I can find no end of things to do when I'm procrastinating from something. It's what keeps me going, and explains why I have a ton of random little hobbies.

And I totally just guilted myself into wanting to pack.
Love,
-J-