Divorce. Ack.

So my parents decided divorce is in the works for them. Rather, my mom decided. Then she decided she wanted to stay married. Then today she kicked my dad out of the house - again - and it seems the divorce is back on. Now, their entire marriage has been rather up-and-down-y, but geez, this is ridiculous. All I ask is to be left out of this, but my little sister is right in the middle, and even though she's 20, being mentally disabled means she doesn't quite understand what's going on. Only that everyone is mad at each other and threatening to never see the other person again. And that's pretty fucking traumatic to a child who adores both her parents. Ugh. Seriously, sometimes I want to smack my parents and tell them to grow up. Want a divorce? Fine. Great. But be mature about it. Do not completely freak out your mentally disabled child by making her believe she'll never see one of her parents again. Don't make her have to pick someone.

I swear, if I had a stable job, I'd just kidnap my little sister and have her live with me. The emotional environment here is SO much more stable.

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.

Yoga is nice.

So, I've been going to the gym lately. I got my membership at the beginning of December, and my visits have become more regular recently. I'm a little pissy that I can't seem to lose those last 12 pounds, so I've been especially focusing on developing muscles, which means hitting the weights. And as a result, I...am...sore. Not that I'm complaining. I love being sore. Perhaps I'm a masochist, but in this case, I think it's simply knowing that progress is being made. And it's not so extreme I should worry about damage.

But anyway, on to yoga. My gym provides various free classes, like kickboxing and cycling and water aerobics and step aerobics + abs and pilates and, of course, yoga. So far, I'm a little intimidated by the step aerobics (step on, kick! step off, kick! jump on, kick! jump off, kick! S-c-a-r-y), and while I love the cycling class, it's either too early (5:30 AM? Um, NO) or too late (during my bar study classes) to attend. And there's no way I'm putting a bathing suit on until I've lost those last 12 pounds. So water aerobics is out. Kickboxing? Meh. I had my fill of kickboxing/boxing this summer. But the yoga class is at the perfect time, and heck, I've always wanted to check it out. So I went yesterday. Sore as always from my workout the day(s) before. And, of course, I sucked at mostly everything, but, I did try. And while I didn't feel much of a "burn" (like I do with cardio and weights), my body certainly felt the difference the next day.

My soreness? GONE. Okay, okay, I know I hardly stretch after exercising. Or before. I mean, I warm up with cardio, but that's pretty much it. But, dude, if yoga helps me become more flexible, burn some calories, AND gets rid of my soreness, then, by all means, I gotta continue. As often as possible. Go yoga!

New Day, New President.

Wow. I seriously feel like Bush has been President my entire life. Or at least, all the majorly important years. College, first kiss, first boyfriend, first time living away from home, first time visiting Europe, grad school - all during the Bush administration. And now, today, is the first day of my adult life with someone new.

I can't say I expect ridiculous amounts of change - Obama is certainly an intelligent man, but there's only so much one man can do, no matter how much power he has. But I'm a wee bit excited, honestly. And hopeful. So I send out a little prayer for Obama, in hopes that he stays strong in the coming years.

Bar Studying Commences.

ACK.

So, have I mentioned I have (what seems to me) a GINORMOUS box sitting in my living room crammed to the brim with books that I have to fully read within the next 29 days. And then, I have a week to self-study, and THEN...

THE BAR.

(cue dramatic horror music: *dum dum DUM*)

So, naturally, I'm freaking out.

Not a LOT, but the butterflies are definitely there.

*sigh*

Fortunately, I've got Collin to entertain me. And give me a hug when I need some comfort. Having a sweet boyfriend rocks.

2009!

So, uh, it's a new year.

Last year was rather...difficult...in many ways. Breakup, graduation, financial issues (which have overlapped into 2009 - I need to find a freaking job!)...but it was also great. I got to spend a couple months with my aunt and cousin, who I completely adore more NOW than I did back in the day, I met an amazing boy I'm now dating (uh huh, I said "boy", Collin), I got to move back to Minneapolis (which got rid of my depression at being in Michigan), I passed the MPRE (and I'm taking the Minnesota bar in less than 2 months), and I have an apartment! And people that love me, spread out all over the world.

So I'm pretty lucky.

And 2009? Will be SO much better than 2008. It's a fact, people.