By "Hook" or By Crook....

Life is a never-ending tumble through the bizarre and unusual. I'm beginning to absorb all of this very slowly. You never quite know what is waiting for you around the next corner.

This has been an eventful week for me. Mostly good, which is a nice change of pace. But we'll start off with the not-so-good bits to get that out of the way. Well, one thing. My once best friend.

I hadn't heard from him in months. Now that he found a man and is happy, everyone else doesn't really matter to him, including me. So he left me a voicemail last night. Our birthdays are a day apart, but he's busy that day working on his boyfriend's new house that they'll be living in. Awe, how sweet. No, there's nothing wrong with him being happy, just the fact that he always "needed me" and wanted me there for moral support when his life was hell.. and when mine was? He just wanted to talk about himself. So now... when I needed him to talk to when my break-up happened... we couldn't talk because he was "upset that I wasn't there for him this winter when he really needed someone." He's "reevaluating" our friendship. I think the term "abuse of power" is more fitting than "friendship."

Ok. Enough of the drama. So what else is new? One week until my birthday... and my Aussie friend and I are still chatting every other day via email. There's a college in AU, ironically the one he attends, that accepts US financial aid. Looks like I could go back to school while being somewhere I like to be! I'm giving serious thought to it all now. It could be the start of a whole new wonderful life for me. Oh, and my Aussie friend and his boyfriend of 2 years are now separated. No, nothing I did. It's just a matter of money. My friend's broke and doesn't want to feel as if he's mooching off his boyfriend, so until he finished his schooling, my friend moved back home. But all is still well other than that.

Another odd thing happened to me this week. I was contacted by another Aussie who thinks I'm a hottie. LOL And he's a pro footballer (that's "soccer" to all you Americans... lol) He's the "hooker" for a team I will not disclose. I'm not sure what position that is, but it sounds a little "red light" to me. LOL Of course, he's married (figures) and quite a handsome guy... and my age (1 1/2 months younger) but it would end up like Tina Turner's song "Confidential" (actually written by the Pet Shop Boys for her... interesting factoid.) So who knows.... "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans."

Have Your Cake And Eat It Too....

Well, this weekend has been an interesting one, to say the least.

My friend's boyfriend has been feeling completely frustrated with his job... or should I say the fact that he's the only one doing it. He was stressed and aggrivated when I was over Friday and Saturday, and I honestly can't blame him. The lower you are on the food chain, the more you get hit with. He's not doing anything wrong though... he's actually the only one doing things right. So now, he's at a bit of a crossroads... like me and everyone else I know. What happens next? What to do...? If only there were simple answers in life. But he's a complete sweetheart, so I hope whatever happens, it's what's best for him.

I'm in a bit of a dilemna myself and it's frustrating me to no end!!!! Ok, for those of you who don't know, my birthday is in two weeks. I don't want a traditional cake. I want something unique. Good plan, right? I thought so...

So, last night, I found the Holy Grail of cake pans. THE cake pan I want to use for my cake. So, what's the problem?? I only found it on 2 websites. One is in German and only ships inside Germany. The other is in English and French and does ship anywhere in the world... BUT... the cost of shipping AND the pan brings the grand total to about $70!!!!! It's not looking good. So, unless my want ad on eBay pulls through very soon, I'll be forced to have to create something freehand. And I'm a perfetionist, so I know I'll mess up and end up baking 20 cakes before I get it right. Oh, cruel twist of fate...

I finally remembered to set the clocks forward. Lovely.. one less hour! Time is definitely not on my side!!!

And The Plot Thickens.....

Well, thank goodness it's Friday!! (I thought I'd be PC for those of you whom aren't religious, or are atheist... LOL)

Work ended early, which shocked me after being told to expect a 5:00 day. So, I let the fact that the weather is miserable and wet slip out of my mind. I raced home to prepare for a movie night with my best friend... And to sneak a peek at my email, in case my Aussie friend had a chance to write...

Lo and behold, he did! And the question on my mind finally is resolved from his own words: he was "semi-serious" about marriage. Why would someone in a relationship ponder such a thing? He had three answers:
1) he would be helping out a "great guy who is keen on moving"
2) he would have a great friend close by, and
3) "when we're 81 and 86, we can say 'we've been in a civil union for 60 years'. LOL"
Actually, there is sort of a 4th... He wouldn't mind having dual citizenship....

So, I guess if the law passes, there's a high possibility I'd be finally fleeing the country... to escape Bush's America, as I tend to refer to it. Of course, there's a strong possibility the law will die, as some have here. It's not exactly a very popular law... but with England, Spain, Canada, and a few other European countries already allowing it, I think it has better chances than a law in the US would. Either way, it's an exciting prospect! But as my mother always pounded into my head, " don't count your chickens before they hatch." Wise advice I'm definitely heeding.

I went on a rather uneventful investigation yesterday. I still have over an hour of footage to review, but I doubt anything will show up on the tape. I didn't wear a coat because it was so warm, so after standing out in the wind for 2 hours, I was freezing cold. One of the girls lent me her blanket, so it helped.

So, my life is interesting and twisted.. Who knew??? But I do have a piece of advice for everyone who is reading all this and thinks it completely absurd: Life is a journey, with many twists and turns.. many forks in the road... many choices and decisions to make. When you reach the end and reflect on it all, will you be saying to yourself "there are so many things I wish I had done... If only..." or "That was an incredible experience! Sure, I didn't always make the right decisions, but I feel that I truly lived!"??

Is That a Green Card in Your Pocket, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

Well, I feel rather happy today... Aside from being told to update this. LOL So much happening, but all on an internal level. On the exterior, my life is just about as boring as ever.

I'm still working on my writing, slowly and surely. I find that when I'm dead tired, the best ideas come to me... Probably because I can't tell myself that something isn't good enough because of the exhaustion.

I feel utterly happy today, even though my birthday approacheth. Turning 27, and still haven't earned a Pulitzer... How disappointing! I'm finally getting out for a paranormal investigation Thursday too... Dinner with a female friend beforehand, so it should prove to be a wonderful evening.

Ok, by now you're all ready for me to stop beating around the bush and mention why I'm so giddy. Ok, I'll spill. Most of you know how I've been dying to escape the States for most of my life. At 17, I had a plot to run off to Australia and start a new life. Reality set in, and I gave up on that dream. But a dear friend of mine in Canberra teased me a bit about it, and little does he know, I actually have been thinking along his lines...

He's a taken man, for starters, just so everyone knows. We're JUST friends. Yes, we each think the other is adorable, but we wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our friendship. So, what did he tease me about? Well, apparently, Australia is about to join the handful of other countries allowing for gay marriage. So, he said I should marry him to gain citizenship! LOL I've only been joking around about marrying a foreigner for a few months now, and saying that I knew of no one who would marry me like that. LOL Sure, it's not London, but I read a book on Australian history in high school, so I'm sure with a refresher course, I could pass any test. I've even known historical things that my Aussie friends didn't (like Tasmania once being called "Van Dyeman's (sp?) Land" (sorry for the grammatical error... It's only been 10 years since I read the book. LOL) This opens up a whole new can of worms.

Do I want to move out of Ohio? YES! Do I want to leave the country? YES! Do I know if it will happen? No. But the possibilities are endless. My only fear in this case would be falling for a taken man. But, still, I do have a few other friends in Australia, and I know of one that would date me in a heartbeat if I lived that close... I know, it sounds a bit sheisty. But how many marriages happen in this country just for a green card, without any form of caring or friendship bonding them together?

I know. I'm thinking way too far into this! LOL It's my lot in life to think about a possibility from start to finish. That's why they call me a dreamer. But without dreams, what are we? Stagnant bodies without motivation. And everyone needs some form of motivation... just as my fictitious characters do. If they have no drive or desire, they're as good as pencil shavings.

Hope It Wasn't a Deposit Bottle...

Sorry it's been so long since my last post... I've been updating my livejournal instead at the request of a friend of mine.

Well, to bring everyone up to speed... two weeks ago, my boyfriend was drunk and high and dumped me. Simple enough, eh? Well, I stuck to it... til the weekend when I called him.

I know. Huge mistake.

He cried and begged.. so, against the better judgement of my friends (Thanks, guys.. I know.. I deserve better and need to cut the cord), I took him back on a trial basis. I told him if he can prove he wants this to work, then things would be fine.

So, that brings us to last night and today. Last night we had a wonderful dinner at Stancato's in Parma... and that's where the goodness ended. He got drunk. Then stoned when we arrived back at his home. I turned on Most Haunted. He turned it off. I turned it on. He burnt me on the cheek with his cigarette. A fight ensued. I stopped talking to him. Two strikes in one day.. not good.

Today, still not talking to him, he was upset. Then angry. Told me to go home, so I started to. Then he changed his mind. I told him I had it. I left anyway. He blew up at me. As I grabbed by bag and headed for the door, he threw a bottle of Gatorade at me. Then tried grabbing and physically fighting. I stepped out, trying to shut the door. He started following, then decided not to make himself look like an ass in front of the whole world. He threw the bottle out the door and told me never to call or see him again.

FINALLY! Yes... you can all sing "Hallelujah." LOL Well, with one exception... I forgot my cell phone charger there in my escape. Oops. I called his sister's girlfriend and left a message asking her to retrieve it for me... so we'll see. If not I'll just have to buy a new one this week. I'm sure within 2 weeks he'll contact me, crying and begging me back, but no. You don't hit me with a bottle of Gatorade and expect it all to be fine. At least have a little class.

Well, I'm free at last... still shaking from the experience, but I'll be fine in a little while... isn''t life always fascinating?