I should really be packing

This year I am sharing an apartment with three people who are apparently all getting eminently practical degrees in things like business and psychology. In contrast, I shall probably be sitting in a corner with a pile of books on magic and a Latin dictionary.

...no, really. Have you seen my schedule for this semester?

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I hate everything in the world. Freaking out because what if my bag is overweight! There is nothing I can take out of it because I packed only necessities! (Guys, I packed no books in my checked bag; all my books are in my carry-on. Also two of them are Latin books.) Also have you seen United's overweight fees? MADNESS!

You know what is even worse? Printed out my boarding pass. My name. Is wrong. ON MY FUCKING BOARDING PASS. WHAT IF THEY DO NOT LET ME ON THE PLANE OMG. It is printed as [LAST NAME], KATRINAMMS. Guys. My name is not Katrinamms, my name is Katrina! I can vaguely understand where they got the extra letters (middle initial, "Ms."), but not why they tacked them on there and I am seriously worried that United will not let me on the fucking airplane. Will panic at the ticket counter tomorrow morning, approximately six a.m. Unless calling now would help?

In conclusion, I am going to run out of yarn before I finish Haruni, which means I shall either have to rip out the entire thing or buy more yarn. My last lifeline is about eight rows above where I'd have to rip out too in order to have enough yarn (I think). See again: hate entire world.