and that, is that. work is finally over, for a while at least, til i find something else, and i'm not feeling any euphoria.

most likely because i came back, taught the 4 kids, and then vaguely listened to my mum nagging me while i tried in vain to concentrate on the last bit of my latest pick of chick lit, thus completely ruining my immersion in the happy/sad ending, for which i still haven't forgiven her for, and then migrated to the computer, and she's still going on about something irrelevant or other in the background. god i've got to get out of here.

need to start trying to get my life together. bit easier said than done though eh? have been doing a spot of crying, shall wait til that wears off, and see what happens tmr. *wan smile*

jumped at 8:35 AM

*grumble* work is bad on the best of days, but work with a hacking cough, slight fever and full blown cold? yick. only 2 days to go though! then it's the joy of finding yet another job. bleh!

*sniffs loudly* i feel like a blocked waterworks. gah.

jumped at 6:36 AM

been spending the whole day reading the terms and conditions for immigration to australia, and the application forms 47OF, 40 and 886, and the booklet (erm, 43 i believe), and trying very hard to try and comprehend that for filling these up and sending them in, i'm going to pay a grand total of A$1,210. thats just the application fee mind you. and it's coming from MY, let me just say that again, MY money. i could have a weeks bloody stay in some tropical paradise somewhere for that! though i still wouldn't have a university degree. so. yes, A$1,210. and, if they decide that they would tolerate me as an Australian citizen, or permanent resident first rather, i get the delightful opportunity of paying a further A$1,080! how fun. needless to say, this is going to come from my pocket as well, as my mum is showing no signs of interest in paying for it for me.

nor for my accommodation in Brisbane. Have been looking through the available accommodation and quoting prices at her, only to get these replies:

"I've just looked at your bank account, at the rate you're saving, you're going to be staying in a cardboard box."

"Well? Do you think you'll be able to afford it?"

"You'd better spend the next hour calling tuition agencies and getting flyers ready for posting."

"You know when your father had his pension he was making so much more than me, why didn't you get him to handle all this?" (which begs the question of how i was supposed to know he was going to die, but! my mother isn't one much for the common sense front of things either.)

"You'd better total up all the money you require and find out who's willing to lend it to you."
Oh dear god, the SIZE of the student loan i'll be carrying after i get through Uni!

oh, fuck it, i don't want to think about this anymore.

jumped at 2:45 AM

wheeee, i'm not at work! *beams madly* i don't even care that i had to get the flu to get out of it, the only thing that's burning me is the thought of all the money i'm losing out on. *sniff* trying to get tuition kids, so if anyone knows people wanting tuition in lower sec science and geog, or upper sec bio, chem and geog, let me know. :p

met damon last night at city hall, and eventually i got used to my frog voice. because a side effect of the bloody flu was a truly awful sore throat. it's still pretty awful, prolly cos of the chocolate sauce i poured liberally over my goldmine cheesecake at nydc last night. *giggle* was worth it! there's quite a few more things that i meant to post about, but i'm sick, so i'm meant to be in bed, and my mum will be here to enforce that soon, so i'm going to go back for a reunion with my blankie, hopefully with less weird dreams. (had one just now, where i was in a shopping centre which was the victim of a terrorist attack, and i was going around looting from the chocolate section before running for my life. erm. yea.)

jumped at 7:44 PM