Moving!

So I'm moving. Not out of state, just a couple blocks away. My favorite cousin has decided that she wants to move away from home, and thought, hey! why not move in with my favorite cousin? (a.k.a. me). So...yes. And now I'm looking for apartments - I've got my first appointment in 15 minutes. So I should run. But yay! I'm excited, a little scared, but excited.

UPDATE: Apartment hunting? Yeah, it sucks. So time consuming. Le sigh.

Forehead Hickies

My boyfriend gave me a forehead hicky. How, you ask? Or rather, why? Or maybe both. Well, perhaps I should answer why first. Because I'm apparently dating a 5-year old (at times, anyways). Yesterday he thought it would be absolutely hilarious to suck on my forehead for a couple seconds. And let's ignore the fact that I let him, because, really, it cracked me up a little too (which probably means I'm not much older than 5 either). And today I wake up, take a look in the mirror, and what do I see? I see a big red splotch on my freaking forehead! And I think to myself, gee, what happened here? Why do I look like I have a severe allergic reaction in one circle on my forehead? Hm. Then I remember Collin, and proceed to slap him hard the next time I see him that day.

Now I don't want to leave the house.

5-year-old boyfriends are no fun sometimes.