School's Out

Home. My room smells good, I can actually fit into my shower stall without keeping my elbows clamped to my sides, and I have tasty food to eat. On the downside: glitter. Oh, does my sister like glitter. I've been here a few hours and I already have a sparkly exoskeleton that won't come off with hot water, cold water, ice, duct tape or exfoliating scrub. My forearm is raw. And glittery. There's just like one tiny little glint left on my skin, but I can see it and it's not coming off. Honestly, fleas would annoy me less.
Since I am a neurotic freak, unpacking was totally easy. I had packed in each box a list of its own contents. And I had a master list in my pocket, just in case. And also I emailed a copy of the list to myself. Am I overthinking this? I do have a lot of stuff. And I actually own my own bubble wrap, mostly because I have a gorgeous stained glass type lamp that doesn't travel well, and I optimized my packing space by wedging all my socks and underwear between my books. I consider packing to be a science. And sometimes an art. It feels like putting together a jigsaw puzzle.
Now that I'm away from school, I'm more willing to think this was just my imagination, but it might be worth mentioning anyway. When I picked up my phone this morning, all the hairs on my arms stood up. No green light, and the laptop was perfectly normal. I dunno. It might just be the air conditioning, or residual electricity from my socks and the thunderstorms, or maybe it's psychological. But maybe it got green-fired while I was asleep? For the record, it was closer to the window than my laptop, but it wasn't plugged into the charger. I don't know what that means. I'm not Batman. I'm not a detective or an investigator or a logician and I really wish weird shit would stop happening to me. Says the girl with the superpowers. At least I understand the superpowers, and I want them, and I know where they came from. I just want someone to fess up and let me know what they're trying to accomplish here.