What I listened to on the way to the airport

she's so me //

I’m going to fly to Ireland tonight! I spent the entire day picking up things for the trip and packing. I didn’t shower, and I think I smell like sweat. But I’m in my Snoopy jersey tee and I’ve got my headphones on and my favorite hoodie draped over my lap. In my carry-on are my favorite sandwich and Caleb’s sweater project, which I’m likely to make progress on during at least the flight back. I’ve got my video camera, my point and shoot, and a pair of sunglasses that I bought at Walgreens. 

In the final hours of packing, I put on my rollerblading playlist. I've discovered the best way to pack is to literally talk to myself out loud and narrate all my decisions live as if I'm explaining to someone else how to pack my bags for me — so that's what I was doing on the floor of my apartment, surrounded by piles of my own shit, from Check the Rhime through Steeeam. Sexy to Someone and Lover's Rock played while I ran to Walgreens in the rain for some NyQuil (Molly's request). The ride to the airport (same playlist) went from Free to 30 for 30.