just remembered i forgot to check something. anyway, moving on. absolutely no bloody news. i had one day off, saturday, and had a mini disaster occur in the morning when i discovered there was a form i didn't fill out for my uni app that the actual uni wanted. and so i missed the deadline but hopefully will make it into the late applications which i'm figuring is going to go against me finding out if i got accepted next month. which means more waiting. so this affected my saturday by causing me to go into meltdown, write home telling them i had to call them again and to go through the forms i needed them to get copied and certified and then rushing to the post office before it shut. after that freak out i went to michaels (craft stor elike spotlight, not an actual boy) and bought a t-shirt and fabric paint to make my rainbow pat of my halloween costume, did i tell you i'm going as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? that was a bit expensive. went and did scrapbooking later only to discover i've actually ran out of photos that i'd printed off and need to do that. more money. AND then i had to go back to michaels to try and find something on australia because i was doing my multicultural day page (from when i went to alex's school, remember?) and of course they had diddly squat. i then did nothing saturday night and on sunday i worked. it was emily's party, very fun, and then i got the mothers of all migraine's, and knocke dmyself out with two mersyndol nights and woke up this morning. mind you, i was on the comp last night, all be it not feeling well. and i only had two cigarettes on account of it making me more sick. so it's monday, i've already worked two days and i have another 5 to go. but i finish work at 2:30 tomorrow and don't start until 12:30 wednesday. should be a long enough break, i plan on either hiding downstairs or being out of the house for most of that time. no reason why, i just need downtime. oh and they focus so much on homesickness in the first few months of being here that either i'm strange or they never mention what occurs in the last few months when you're just busting your arse for time to go quicker and for you to be getting on that plane to go back. going now, i'm cold. i hate chicago weather.