Lost In Translation

It's been a grueling three weeks of juggling between job interviews, uni mid sems, work, and the many, many preparations for planetUNI's Camp 08. I thought I've been eating well and getting enough sleep still despite it all (bunking by 1am the latest, and eating my three meals a day), and yet I've still found myself to have lost about 1 kilo over the past two weeks.
Nevertheless, camp is tomorrow, and I'm soooooo excited about it.

Now, I know it's camp, and I don't care what people may say, but I'm so gonna spoil myself this time round. I think I deserve it. The past three weeks has been the craziest roller-coaster ride I've been on my entire life, so I think I should give myself a break.
And so to do that, in driving down to Phillip Island this weekend, I've decided to pack:

1. A doona
2. A pillow
3. Portable heater
4. Iron (necessary for props later)
5. My notebook + Music
6. Extra awesome comfy clothes (reminisce hip-hop days), and
7. Loads of junk food

I'm tempted to transport my entire bed to camp as well but I don't think the costs would weigh up to the benefits of it evenly.
Camp is gonna be mad. I haven't written like this since I was in high school.
I will take photos and stuff and tell you all about it when I get back.

If I get back.