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December 2004
Well, uh, that's now. I'm not too sure what's going to happen yet :)
Uni exams through... things are messed up with the Boy and we try but eventually call off the engagement, I get some temp work and I look into working overseas
Few updates as I really focus on end of semester study, and things are getting tougher with the Boy...
The Boy goes away for a week, and we are also starting to see cracks appear but mostly we talk them out, and we take a trip to Adelaide
Uni in full swing again, full of ups and downs and the Boy starts to get to know my emotional side more intimately
Uni results are good, I get a visit from my Mummy and Ric, and the Boy and I decide to get engaged :)
I have an unexpected visit from my little sis, and then the Boy arrives, I get through my exams while setting up house and then things are very, very pleasant...
We have another beautiful visit in the midst of lots of stress, and the Boy decides to move up here... I move into our house before he does, at the end of the month and it's an 'oh shit' moment
Phone on the blink *again*, and I'm worried about Sydney with the Boy but things seem to go pretty well (his family likes me!), but my ordinary life seems less good and I have to book another ticket to Sydney just to stay sane...
Back to uni, experiencing assignment stress again... and still with the Boy and things are good, but something's up with the other men in my life for sure...
I begin to run up some enormous phone bills as the Taoist and I speak nearly every night, we have some early tests of trust but it's mostly okay, the weather is stinking, stinking hot, and I finally leave fulltime work for uni, yay!
A mix of uni and work, being run down and constantly confused, nasty food poisoning episode and my poor body suffers... and a visit from a new friend, the Taoist... and he leaves me as something more than mere friend...
First subject back at uni, woohoo! I'm loving it. I have a great Christmas break and I take myself off to Woodford for a special treat... which is a fantastic experience, and results in a new friend.
One of the regulars at job #3 decides that I am the hottest waitress ever in the history of that restaurant. I'm kicking arse and taking names man, things are good.
I take the plunge... I give notice at work and enrol in uni for 2004, and get very excited! Plus, I get to see the fam... all very good :)
I don't write much... but I'm experiencing those coincidences that tell me I'm in the right place at the right time.
There's the odd pendulum swing towards feeling lost, but mostly I'm learning now that alone does not have to mean lonely. In fact... I'm really starting to enjoy it.
The Greek and I have our one last one last, and I cry another river or three. I wake up to the mess
around me, and start to get my finances in order again. I meet Courier, we start pseudo-dating. Most of all, I
can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel - I can finally start thinking about uni next year, the grand plan is
inching ever closer to realisation...!
I move into my lovely new apartment, and have a kick-arse housewarming party. I settle in for spinster life
- the Healer is off the scene, and I swear I won't have the Greek over which lasts all of four days. We indulge
in some nostalgia, but he has set a date and I miss him already...
I seem to be in the right place at the right time, having some good fun with some interesting people... I can't
seem to lose myself in it though. Oh, and apparently the Healer loves me. Holy fuck.
I'm not too sure what I think of the Healer... I do a few funny things I wouldn't normally do. The work
situation settles and all is well again... and the Greek and I are in touch again, and seem to do okay...
I'm still crying too much, so I sever ties with the Greek, again, and try to get on with it. Unfortunately,
work has noticed that my attitude has been lacking, and I am put on a month's probation. And then... enter
the Healer... we date tentatively...
I re-discover some of my blessings disguised as friends, particularly the Tall Guy. I do a lot of soul
searching regarding my work and my faith... mostly I'm doing okay, except for when I'm not. There's still a bit
of a two-steps-forward-one-step-back thing happening.
Back to work... and back to the Greek. We resume our friendship, we cross a few boundaries once or
twice, we continue to ride the rollercoaster... and reach a conclusion. I think.
I go to Adelaide for Christmas and spend the bulk of the time moping and feeling out of step and generally
alienating my family... not a good trip. I come to the conclusion that I must sever all ties with the
Greek.
My Love is back in my arms... briefly. Our conversations lead us to the conclusion that we are going to
kill one another if we continue to lose ourselves in one another only to part in a year's time... so we part now...
and an emotional rollercoaster ensues.
My Love is overseas... the month is long in living (though short in retrospect). I start Pilates and French
classes and job #3... I organise myself into a new state of time management, money management, diet
management, and generally making the most of every waking moment - and it's fantastic.
I doubt, I overcome, there are some little rollercoasters but I am in love, so it's mostly all good :)
I experience feelings for another man, and it's okay... it turns out, he feels it too. I discover a waking
dream... and quite unexpectedly, I fall in love.
I make the official, final, no-turning-back break with the Tall Guy - long overdue. I go overseas for the
first time, woohoo! I get a fantastic second job, and meet some great people who remind me that there's
always new life out there, after all... and, I survive. I feel good, I feel strong, and I feel proud.
I hurt... the Tall Guy and I move out... try different versions of our relationship and leave it at a friendship.
I get a flat on my own (with the cat :), I catch up with some long lost friends, I cry rather a lot... the ground
feels unsteady and a little crumbly, and I nearly start running... but I stand my ground.
I discover that I am actually a "breath of fresh air" and not a ditz after all, and TG and I spend some
quality time (but with a review looming, lurking...)
Still in the rut, although a scary kind of optimism prevails, mostly... oh yeah, and I discover Star Wars,
twenty years after the rest of the world.
One night of sublimity basking in the radiance of Augie March and Mercury Rev... but the rest - the six
month itch at work, nearly breaking up with the Tall Guy - was rather hellish. Still, I come away with a much
needed reminder of my own strength... which I hold, for a while...
I fight feelings of futility (again!) and commence the neverending search for fulfilment again... you just have
to try, don't you...
I enter the year with overwhelming ambivalence about life, work and love, but pull together some plans
and start to attack life like a maniac...
I hear from my Best Friend for the last time, I sweat the small stuff a lot about work (and nearly quit my
fourth job for the year), I have a fantastic visit from Fiernal (though I don't write about that at all :), and I
experience my first Christmas in Queensland.
Collectively, we elect another conservative government, but don't blame me, I didn't vote for them... my
mum gets a diary, I extoll the virtues of luke-warm salty water, I learn to windsurf (and don't suck), and I have
sex in a lake - pretty cool.
I finally grow up and join the corporate ranks, and find myself with a weekend for the first time since...
about forever or so. I find myself spending more time with the Tall Guy, and pondering somewhat...
The wider world is changed forever, and Operation Infinite Justice commences. However, life goes on in
my part of the planet... I also change my world, and commence Operation Nine to Five.
I finally make a very difficult decision and defer my honours degree, and get a second dead end job
instead. But, I'm happy about it... mostly.
Hooray! I finally start writing again on an almost daily basis, mostly
because I'm trying to avoid starting my thesis... I also pee fluoro yellow.
The Tall Guy and I clock up a year of survival and some of my puzzle pieces
start to fall into place... and I still don't write much.
I quit my fourth job for the year, I set an new record by getting another one
within three days, and I outlaw philosophy from my Utopian society. And I don't
write much.
I clock up a mere four entries, I ponder some about the nature of the human
soul... not much to see here...
I'm a bit tired and down, I don't write too much and I get shunted on to some
people's lists of 'weekly reads' ;)
I begin writing again, I decide to give honours a go and we get a home of our
very own.
In which the relationship finds it's feet and I write very sporadically, even
quitting altogether... but of course, returning :)
In which I spend two weeks driving back to Brisbane from Adelaide, stopping
in all capitals to say hi to friends, and I decide to give love a go. I think.
In which I arrive in Adelaide only to want to leave again, I have some
conversations on love with an Optimist, and I almost review my opinions of men.
In which I open my eyes to what was there all along, I shut the door but the
pain still seeps through, and I get my uni degree and leave Brisbane...
In which I see more gigs and leave my signed CD in the cab, I finally go to
Sydney and I come home with a $182 speeding ticket and a bruised ego and heart,
and I cry rather a lot...
In which I see a lot more gigs and do a lot of driving, I reminisce again, I
plan a Sydney escape and I cry a lot when I learn that the Tyrant has been
seeing someone... sort of... and I shut the door... sort of.
In which I start and supposedly finish with the Tall Guy, I think a lot about
the Tyrant, uni starts and I start seeing more gigs again, and I become addicted
to Mercury Rev's Deserter's Songs.
In which I nearly go to Sydney, I don't receive any phone calls from the
Tyrant and I spend the money in Brisbane instead, and I try to close the door...
I get bored, I reminisce a lot, and one night, I even wear a skirt.
In which I introduce myself, my ocean, my men, my thoughts, and I move back
to Brisbane again.
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