It’s just one of those days. I’m feeling some venting coming, probably a little ranting thrown in.

I mentioned this once before and haven’t really brought it up since, my mom told my dad she wants a divorce the day I came home from vacation. It basically came out of nowhere, not too long ago her and my dad were discussing places to move when he retired, so we were all shocked. There was not like a series of things that led up to it. Ever since then, my mom has been trying to act like nothing happened and told my brother we (my sister, dad and I) would forget about it soon enough. She refused to talk about it to my dad or us, saying she doesn’t have to justify anything to us and that we are old enough, so we shouldn’t care what she does. I’m sorry, last time I checked justifying and talking about what’s going on and where we are going from here are completely different things. Am I right? So basically, you can cut the tension with a knife in my house. Yesterday, after much prodding, my dad finally got her to talk some and she decided she is moving out and looking for apartments and that is all she has to say. It’s absolutely maddening. I think she is being very selfish. You just tore this family apart out of nowhere and refuse to talk about what’s going on? I just don’t understand.

I live at home while I am in school. I probably will until I graduate. I just don’t see working as a  part time nanny paying the bills and rent in Chicago. With all this stuff going on at home, this is the last place I want to be. I’m lucky I have a boyfriend who will whisk me away and out when I feel like I just can’t take it anymore. I really just want to be anywhere but here right now, I feel like I need a vacation, even though I just got back. I want to just go somewhere and when I come back, everything will have settled down in it’s new place and I will be able to just merge right back in to life.

On a less serious note –

- my 100 Things page got lost in the Great Blog Fiasco of 08. I only have 10 things about me now and I’ll be damned if I rewrite 90 things again. It took me forever the first time!

- I start school next week. I have to buy books. I HATE BUYING BOOKS. I hate is almost as much as when I sell them back and they give me mere pennies for my $150 book. Robbing me blind!

- The writer’s strike blows. The boyfriend and I have resorted to movies, movies we have seen before, cheesy movies, tv movies, just about anything. I don’t know how much more bad reality television I can take. Trust me, I watch the Hills, I can handle bad “reality” shows.

- Dude. Why does web design cost so much? I just want a cute custom theme for my bloggy here and don’t really have $400 to spare.

Enough of the whining, let’s end this entry with something cute.