I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

A day before taking off for Hawaii, what exactly was there to do but pack? That was what Kate was doing, anyway. Well, that, and occasionally sending off texts to Zach, lazy Saturday things about post Spring Break plans and promises of souvenirs. Nothing serious, she was refusing to do serious right now.

And with good reason. She remembered the day before Spring Break last year. She didn't want to, and sometimes she would have give anything not to, but she did: the phonecalls, the panic, the running, the pixie pretty murderess, blood, run little girl run, shock, ambulance, confusion, crying, hospital (before it came to be a theme with them), Lauren's a vampire, and so am I in case you hadn't worked it out yet. It was all there, and it was trying to surface again, and she wasn't about to let that happen. All she was allowing herself was the vague urge to call Jack and just... talk. But maybe later.

So, nothing serious today. None. Just pretty clothes and sunshine necessities, and if the amount of clothes strewn about her side of the room were any indication, she was doing rather well with that.

[ooc: Open door, open post, I wish I was going to Hawaii too dammit.]