Departure Approval

I feel like I'm asking to be excused from a giant-country-sized dinner table. I need approval to leave my apartment, the university, the city, and the country. I have forms to fill out for everything.
I'm pretty sure they get paperwork for approval to fill out the paperwork.

Oh, you want to get your grades? Well then, please fill out these three forms and see the secretary outside to set up an appointment to pick them up in the coming week, but only after you write an essay and turn it into our other office.

Sorry, could you repeat that? I was too busy slamming my head against this conveniently placed cement wall.

I got into the shower earlier today and so frazzled was my brain with lists of things I still needed to do before I leave in a couple weeks that while I was shampoo-ing my thought process went like this:

"Dude, shampoo. That's heavy. Why do I have so much shampoo left? What am I going to do with my extra shampoo? I can't just throw it out when I leave, that would be wasteful. Someone worked really hard to make this shampoo. Can I take my shampoo with me? It's way more that two fluid ounces. Plus, I have too much to pack and if I go over the weight limit I'll need to pay for another bag. If I could just use all of my shampoo while I'm here..."

...and that's reason why I washed my hair four times.

What are you trying to turn me into, Germany?

Finally got the video to work thanks to Sean's tech support.