Rain coats and duffel bags and socks.

Well, thanks mom and dad. You just got me a ticket to the underworld for my sweet sixteen.

It's not even my birthday, and it's already stinking...

My parent's have decided to FORCE me to go on a retreat with the kids from my church.

In the woods.
For 2 nights.
Hiking.
Northern California.

Ouch.

I'm packing right now, well, taking a break. My duffel bag is so big i could fit my 60 pound golden retriever inside. It looks like i'm going on tour, not away for the weekend.

I hope i don't look out of place in my PINK sweatshirt with sequins, or my La Emilie Claire Jeans. Sorry church kids, i don't really own any "clothes for cold weather!"

Apparently i'm supposed to pack rain gear. What's that?

Rain coat? I don't have one?
Poncho? Those went out of style 3 years ago.

I'm bringing 6 pairs of socks. Just in case.

I don't get to wear jewelry.
which is stupid.
I like jewelry.

I can't bring my phone. Or camera.
But i'm sneaking them.

I hate the wilderness.