Where's my.... BRAIN?!

I'm a wreck.  No really, I am.

I don't know what happened to me, but I have never been organized.  I always turned my homework in on time, I like my house clean, and am usually pretty punctual (very punctual before Baylor), but have never known where my keys ran off to, or what happened to my friggin' phone. It seems that the important items in my life have lives of their own and fit me in when it is convenient for them.

My mom isn't the most organized either.  I'm going to go ahead and blame her for not teaching me how to label or hang my clothes in groups by color.  Although, my sister keeps everything together and we grew up in the same household, so I guess my blaming game isn't going to get me very far.  I blame my birthday... Leos aren't the most structured people.  We're more social!  More about fun!  Except when being unorganized totally ruins the fun and you just end up feeling like a loser.

I realized my passport was lost in 2010 when I missed a trip to Mexico with 10 of my friends.  Sucked to be me.  You'd think I would have run out and replaced that cute little blue book so that something like that didn't happen again... but it costs money, and I haven't been rolling in the dough, so I just put it off until I decided I'd be traveling internationally again. 

My best friend Jen invited Toby and I to Whistler, Canada with her and her boyfriend.  I've had notice.  Known about the trip.  She sent organized emails.  Details. Time lines. Rental numbers and prices for skis.  I decided that I'd just get my passport card, or Enhanced Driver's License.  I read on the site that you can get it the same day if you go to a certain office downtown.  So I waited.  Procrastinated. What was the rush?

Upon looking at all of the requirements online while I was just trying to find the office address, I saw that I needed my birth certificate.  No problem!  I'd just grab it from my files and get the whole thing done.  Oh crap... can't find it.

A notary, check, and form later, I mailed my birth certificate request to San Diego.  It said it would be here in three weeks at the longest and I had three weeks and three days until it was time to drive up to the snowy peaks.

I was going to use my sister's passport if I didn't receive my docs by "go time."  But then I read that I could spend up to a year in jail if I got caught.  So... that won't work.

Here I am, on Tuesday... supposed to leave on Friday.  No birth certificate.  No passport.  No enhanced license.  No trip to Whistler with my favorite people. If my birth certificate comes tomorrow, I can totally pay $550 to get my passport expedited for Friday.  You know, just $550.

What is wrong with me?  Why didn't I get this taken care of before?  Why didn't I just mail in the documents when I missed the Mexican vacation 18 months ago?  Who am I?!  I feel so stupid! So dumb.

On top of all of this, I got my hair cut on Sunday and I hate it.  Absolutely hate it.  I feel like Rachel from Friends in 1998.  It's weird. 

New lesson: Don't wait until the last minute.  Just don't do it. I'm going to reprogram my brain, I swear!  Or get a personal assistant...