My Life is OVER

This week has been such a roller-coaster event of emotions for me that I can't even tell my right from my left anymore.

Chlamydia arrived today. I am so sad right now. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed all today because I got the email saying I have a package in the morning, but I couldn't get it until I got home around 7. So I raced back after work and I got her, taking time to admire the packaging and everything, ooh-ing and ahhh-ing over how shiny it was, how I could see everything reflected in it's flawless surface, smelling it's box, petting the headphones, and so on and so forth. Taking time to smell the roses, if you will. Then I plug the USB cable into the computer and into it, and what happens?

WHAT HAPPENS?

THE SCREEN WHICH DISPLAYS THE LANGUAGES IS STILL CURRENTLY FROZEN ON HER SHINY LITTLE FACE.

AND my itunes isn't working either.

Not even the thought that I'm going to have to take the little thing into the apple store proudly stamped with the word "Chlamydia" on the back of is able to dissipate my pain right now.

What follows is why you should come to Chicago. To cheer me up.




























You can't fake this pain, people.

**UPDATE**
It's working! Happy pictures will soon follow. There is even a welcome home sign for Chlamydia!

Anyway, Frankie asked me to go to his school recital tomorrow because "it would mean a lot to [him]." Yes, I am quoting that. I wonder if I'd be paid overtime for that. JUST KIDDING. I am a heartless tutor.

Earlier in the week, actually, I started thinking about the relationships I've formed since I've come here, and undeniably the Wilsons are also included. Into this also comes my roommates, Darrius, the people at the office, and teachers. I think reviewing these things is what put me in such a good mood for the rest of the week.

Yes, my roommates are waiting with baited breathe to see when the inevitable downfall is going to come. Not for a while: ipod's working!