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?