Packing, or something like it

So I am supposed to be packing yesterday and today, but I haven't. Unless by packing you mean going to the movies, watching tv, sleeping late, and laying around. If so, then man oh man have I been busy packing! Mom says I need to make lists and such, but I don't know. Just can't bring myself to do it. Packing makes it all so final. It's sad.
Today I had an appointment at 4pm to get a shot I need for school. I came out shot, not once, but 3 times a little over an hour later. I go and am called in and they do the whole, weight, height, blood pressure, family and personal history stuff. Then the nurse asks why I'm here and I say that it's just a basic check up and I need a shot for school. She then tries to get me to have female related tests done. Not what I was there for. So I said no and she told me to go out and wait for her to get a room ready. So I returned to the waiting room and watched the rest of the episode of "Home Improvement" that was on. Finally I'm called back in and am taken to an exam room. The nurse says that the nurse practitioner will be with me soon, that she is with another pateint at the moment. So I sit and wait. And wait and wait and wait. Finally she comes in and begins asking me the same questions I got asked before. Didn't they already have this down since I just answered all this? I think, but answer them again. She then retakes my blood pressure since the mechanical one used before panics me and makes my blood pressure go way up. It was normal this time around. After she was done she said I needed 3 shots now so the nurse would be with me soon and really was I sure I didn't want any labs or anything like that done? No I didn't. It was already almost 5. So she left and I waited more. Long enough to hear "November Rain" coming from the office next to my room. And the nurses outside having lots of conversation. Then the nurse comes and asks which hand I use to write. I tell her and she leaves and comes back like 5 minutes later. By the time we get to the car, it's 5:15 and I have 3 band-aids and slight pain in my arms.
Mom and I then went to see if the jcpenny's over there had the lamp I was thinking of getting. But they didn't so we left. And now I'm sitting here, still not packing, drinking the Diet Pepsi Jazz-Strawberries and Cream. It's weird, yet I kinda like it. Last day of work tomorrow, so that puts off packing for another day. Thursday is going to be crazy as heck, but oh well. That's what I get.