She said I wouldn't be able to do it.

It began two days ago. Who knew I had so many clothes? I, who needs to buy a new Delia's shirt or Nike running apparel at least once month, have enough clothing to outfit all the eighteen year olds of Morris, Minnesota. Never heard of the place? Wouldn't have expected you to have. Take my word, there's a substantial number of college freshman girls in that town.

After packing four large pieces of luggage, a huge laundry bag, and a few back packs full of attire, I still had clothes left over. All in all, I had about ten bags and boxes filled just with apparel. Now, my wardrobe isn't your average young woman's. I'd say at least a quarter of it is running shorts and tanks, race t-shirts, sports bras, cold weather active wear, and Asic socks. Nevertheless, ten large countainers is a ridiculous amount of clothing. Do guys need that much? No. When my brother goes off to college, all he'll need his single suitcase with his meager amount of clothing and two pairs of shoes and he's set. On the other hand, I need fifteen of my cold weather jackets (-20 below isn't uncommon for Minnesota, now is it?) and twenty two pairs of shoes. Why do us females feel we must have a different outfit for each day of the year?

So after the clothes, I had the standard college necessities; bulk shampoo and conditioner, laundry detergent and dryer sheets to supply me and the rest of the dorm for three years, more notebooks and mechanical pencils than I'll ever use, forty dollar bottle of cod liver oil, and well, you know, the works.

At the close of my packing, I had about thirty assorted pieces that I'd need to stuff into my little and lovely Volvo.

"Your brother and I can drive up what you can't fit in a few weeks, Ashleigh," she told me.

Well, grandmother, that wasn't necessary, was it? I succeeded in meticulously placing all my duds and garbs so that they would make a jigsaw puzzle creator envious of my skill.

Congratulations to me.

We are half way to University of Minnesota, Morris; somewhere in BFE Nebraska. My trunk and the back of my car are as full as my ex boyfriend is bursting of BS. In the morning, I'll have a little repacking to do. Those rowdy huskers won't break the back window of my precious to steal my new Born boots or pink studio laptop, hell no.