i'm sick. fucking cold. i hate being sick. what i hate worse is being sick and not wearing my sick sweater... just for those who do not have the privelege of owning a sick sweater... it's the article of clothing that you wear everytime you get sick and it makes you feel better no matter what... chyeah. and i don't know where it is... damnit all to hell! i have finals next week. a paper on immigration laws due on monday, a speech over reality tv on tuesday, a history final, an essay final, and a dmath final. so i'm pretty fucking booked til like christmas day becuz i actually got a job and have to work next friday and saturday. i got the job at hollywood video. i always wanted to work at a video store... i don't know why. but yesterday was my first day and i learned a whole bunch of stuff that i hope i don't forget. i am kind of sick and my brain=mush. tomorrow's the friend christmas party... i have an eye appt. at 9 am and then lunch/giving of presents to close friends (i.e. sara, tyler, lindsay, jessica) then later on we have the actual christmas partay with our significant others + cool peeps like matt. but matt already gave me my christmas present at 9:30 last night... they were FUZZY CUFFS.. yay! well i must go... later. if i don't get to say it, Merry Christmas everyone.