I'm procrastinating.
Which shouldn't be a surprise, by any means, because that is often what I find myself doing.
I procrastinated on selling advertisements for the yearbook,
so now all of the stores in town have either already purchased one
or "don't have it in the budget this year."
It's my own fault that I'm screwed.
At the moment, though, I'm putting off packing.
We (my dad, my stepmonster, and I) are leaving tomorrow for Virginia.
My grandfather's burial is on Friday. I know that seems strange, considering his funeral was in May, but he's getting buried in the Arlington National Cemetary and this was the earliest he could get buried.
I'm not exactly sure why, though. All I know is that most of the Vietnam veterans are dying around the same time (now, I suppose) and there's been a back-up on the elaborate funerals held at said cemetary.
Also, I'm procrastinating on actually thinking about the situation.
I thought I was fine now; I wasn't expecting to be upset anymore.
But, I talked to my mom on the phone yesterday and she reminded me about it and I just broke down.
Naturally, a grandfather's death is upsetting.
The thought of actually caring about him is so foreign to me, though.
And I know that sounds horrible, but I've only seen him a few times my entire life.
How can you care about someone you hardly even knew?
Apparently, I did (do) care about him, seeing the reaction I'm having to all of this.
This is just one thing I don't want to confront.
God knows, I'm not one for confrontation to begin with.

Anyway, it's 12:33. We're leaving in nearly nine hours.
I suppose I should pack and get some sleep while I can.