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I’ve had an incredibly eventful week.  This is probably going to end up as another exceptionally long blog, so I’m going to drink a cup of tea while I write and chat to two of my good friends; Mike and Max, just to set the scene for you. Ha!

I guess a good place to start would be where I left off last blog.  ‘Blog’ is such an annoying word.  Can anyone think of a better word for it?  It reminds me of some kind of muddy waterhole that would swallow your car when you least expect it.  I must be relating it to ‘bog,’ haha.  Like, “My car got bogged.”  Anyway!

On Tuesday I taught my niece piano like I usually do.  Her last two lessons haven’t been as productive as her first few which is a little disheartening, but I’m not going to let it discourage me.  I remember having off days when I was learning piano as well.  Speaking of which, and slightly off topic, I want to get back into piano lessons again next year.  I’m planning on recording some more songs to upload to my YouTube account.

Tuesday evening I stayed at Gavin’s house because he had Wednesday off.  I always take pleasure in spending time with his family and I’m pretty sure they’re enjoying getting to know me better as well.  I love win, win situations.  This is where my ‘happy-high’ began, that is, for a few days there I felt on top of the world; like I could achieve anything.  It was a good feeling but that feeling never lasts forever… as you’ll see.

Wednesday was Gavin’s day off and what a day it was.  It began with a visit to Gavin’s friends’ new house so I could meet him.  He’s a really nice, easy-going sort of character.  I’ve had the privilege of playing Team Fortress 2 with him a few times before.  He does photography and owns a camera I would love to have.  SLR pleeeeasseee.. <3<3

Lunch time we went to another friends’ unit in the city for a BBQ to celebrate the completion of his university degree (I think?).  Unfortunately it was raining and we had to have an ‘indoor BBQ,’ not that it made it any less enjoyable.

After lunch we pulled in to Gavin’s driveway and just as I was about to get out of his car, he put his hand on my knee, looked me in the eye and told me he’s in love with me. HEART MELLLTT! This deserves its’ own blog but I thought it definitely deserves mentioning here as well. I realised ‘Love’ isn’t something I’ve tagged on my website before, so it’s very special.  <3

Wednesday evening was another of Gavin’s family get togethers, this time for his Grandmothers birthday.  The ladies in Gavins family can all make delicious desserts.  If things go well between Gavin and I, I’ll definitely have to learn to cook these dishes to pass on to my daughters, to continue the tradition sort of thing.

There was a 30-year-old piano there and his family requested I play for them.  Usually I politely decline no matter how much people insist, but this time I thought, why not?  I love to play and people like to hear, so I did it!  I took a few requests and played a few different songs, though not the whole way through.  They all seemed to enjoy it, especially Gavin’s Grandfather.  I was a lot less shy around his cousin’s this time as.  I really think I fit in with his family; they’re all lovely, not to mention hilarious.

On Thursday Gavin and I spent the evening playing games; Left 4 Dead 2 and stuff.  It was an uneventful day until later in the night when I got into an argument with Monique.

It began, shamefully, on Facebook, where I was discussing games (specifically, Left 4 Dead 2) with one of Pauls’ friends.  For those who don’t know, Paul is Monique’s boyfriend who has a very passionate dislike for me.  His dislike for me stems from a number of months ago when he was posting links to a sick website on my website and when I asked him to stop, he denied he was the one doing it.  He doesn’t have any proof of it being someone else and I have the proof it came from his IP so rather than admit it like a man he adopted the “You’re evil and I hate you” attitude.  If you’d like a sample of his behaviour, you can see a classic example  here.

Anyway, back to Thursdays proceedings.

I added this friend which upset Paul.  He removed me from Monique’s Facebook page and told her she was not allowed to re-add me until I remove his friend.  I felt like I was dealing with a hostage situation.  Monique explained to me why it was upsetting him, all silly reasons.  Something about me invading his space, like, what, he’s not invading mine every time he calls me names on there?  I explained to Monique how I thought it was silly and how I’m not going to let him get his way just because he’s acting like a child.

She then starts getting angry at me for trivial issues we’ve either already resolved or completely random things that have never been a problem before.  I could go on to explain them but they’re not important and it’s nearly 4:30am so if you do want me to explain I will later, but the fact of the matter is she was covering the real issue; Paul was controlling her to get his way.  Anyway, I told her I have enough issues of my own to deal with without things like this and I blocked her.

I thought I would be upset on Friday after what happened with Monique, but I woke up feeling full of life and energy.  The day began with a trip to the tip with my Dad to get rid of some old tyres and branches.  Going anywhere with my Dad always turns into an adventure full of mischief and giggles.  We ended up pushing the tyres down a hill on to the tyre pile while no one was looking.  ‘Tyre racing’ we called it.  Then we went to the shop, bought a big box of Bundaberg Rum and sat around eating, drinking and playing games for the rest of the night.  At this point I was absolutely stoked.  I felt like I was glowing.

Saturday (yesterday considering it’s 4:30am on Sunday) Gavin and I planned to do sweet nothing because we’ve been away from home for so many weekends or just doing this and that through the week.  Felt pretty damn good, but my mood has dropped back to a mellow-ish level.  I enjoyed feeling stoked, guess it couldn’t last though.

Gavin and I have spent every day together since we re-met on the 1st of October.  That’s about 66 days.  What puzzles me is that neither of us is sick of the other; it feels completely natural, like we’ve known each other for years.  Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great.  I just find it interesting.

The other thing is that I’m obsessed with these two songs at the moment, thanks to Max, who has the best taste in music I’ve ever come across.  We’ve had quite a few discussions about music and different bands and stuff now.  Oh yes, the songs:

Apocalyptica – Quutamo.
Röyksopp – Happy up here.

Enjoy.

<3 DarkSlinky.

My weekend turned out to be a lot better than I expected it to be. I didn’t think it would be bad or anything, I just figured it’d be like all my previous visits to Bundaberg; hot, uneventful and just boring in general.

My parents left early on Friday morning so they could drop my Nanna at her twin brother’s house in Gin Gin. Gavin and I travelled up later in the afternoon because I needed to wait until lunch time to sign up with our new internet company, and he didn’t finish work until 3pm.

I spent the morning with Alex, trying to ‘sort out’ my Christmas present, driving to different places to see if they could do what he needed done to it. I had no idea what it was and he wouldn’t tell me so it was a bit of a mystery tour for me. In case you didn’t realise, I love ‘mystery tours’ and ‘adventures’ and anything that involves going somewhere with someone and causing mischief. In the end we gave up and went back to his place where he gave in and showed me what it is; a glove that fits over the first three fingers on your hand to help a pool cue slide along your thumb easier. He told me he intended to get “Slinky” embroidered in hot pink along one of the fingers. It sounds a bit random but Alex has been teaching me to play pool properly and my hands get sweaty easily so I constantly have to put chalk on my hand to help the cue slide along my thumb. Wearing a glove means I don’t have to worry about getting blue chalk all over my face anymore! Yay! Now all I need is a customised black pool cue with “Slinky” up the side in pretty writing. I might even start designing it.

The drive up to Bundaberg in the afternoon wasn’t exciting. I mean, it is just 4 hours of driving through Australian bush… Haha. It gave Gavin and I the chance just to be together and talk, though, which was really nice.

We stayed at my Mothers’ Aunty Nina’s (pronounced Nine-ah) for the weekend. She’s an amazing woman. Her name is actually Ingaborg, but my Grandmother (who was her little sister) couldn’t pronounce Ingaborg when she was young so she just started calling her Nina, and it stuck. She’s 89 years old, completely blind, mostly deaf and lives alone in a house she has owned for 55 years. She was very close to her two sisters, my Grandmother, Esther, and my Aunty Betty. Sadly they have both passed away, my Grandmother in December 2007 and Aunty Betty in January of this year. It pains me to think about it. My Aunty Nina is a lot like my Grandmother and I found myself often close to tears while I was with her. My Grandmother was a beautiful and inspirational woman and I miss her every day.

Saturday was a huuuuuge day. Firstly Gavin and I went to the Bundaberg Rum Factory in the morning. We bought 9 bottles of Rum Liqueur because that’s the only place you can buy it. It wasn’t all for us, we’re not that obsessed. 3 bottles were for Gavin’s mother, 3 bottles were for Gavin and 3 bottles were for me and my Dad. Okay, maybe we’re a little obsessed, but hey, rum is delicious.

We then met my Uncle and his girlfriend for lunch at my Mothers’ friend’s new Yum cha restaurant. Just so you know, poor Gavin was overloaded with my relatives throughout the weekend. He had never met any of these people before.

After lunch we went with my parents to a go kart track. Last time we went there I wasn’t quite old enough to drive a two-stroke go kart and I had to drive a four-stroke with my little nephew, but this time I was old enough. I was terrified I would flip and crash and explode and die but I’m the sort of person who challenges myself to do things I’m afraid of. I took the leap and enjoyed every second of it. I discovered I’m really not too bad at drifting around corners! My dad was so proud. I even overtook Gavin twice, but to be fair, his first go kart died and he weighs a lot more than I do. I’ve ended up with a massive bruise on my knee where it was resting against the steering column. I also got bruises on my shoulder blades from the seat and a burn on my arm from the engine, but it was all worth it. I had an absolute ball. I’d love to race professionally.

The three of us (Dad, Gavin and I) came off the track all sweaty and dry mouthed so my mother drove us to Bargara for a swim at the beach. It’s not a particularly impressive beach but a relaxing swim in the ocean will never go undesired on a hot day in Queensland.

Saturday afternoon was spent hunting for a pair of nice shoes because I had forgotten to pack mine and then getting all dressed up for my mothers’ cousin’s 50th birthday party. I’ll be uploading photos of all of these adventures.

My Auntie’s party was a lot of fun. Gavin and I spent the night meeting relatives, spending time with my parents, hunting for food and dancing. At one point I convinced Mum to come on to the dance floor with me and show me some of her dance moves from when she was my age. I always love dancing with Mum but after a while of dancing with her a man I hadn’t met before came over and swept me up in a dance of his own. Mum seemed relieved to be able to resume her seat. I can’t recall his name, but he was really good and he spun me around and round and swayed me and I just laughed the whole time. He said I did really well. I’ve never danced like that before and I certainly won’t be forgetting it in a hurry. He must have been a friend of my Auntie’s.

When our dance was over I politely thanked him and returned to my seat with Gavin, who was talking to my Mother and my Mother’s cousin. Turns out this cousin, Ian I think his name is, is a photographer and had been watching me throughout the night. He was telling Gavin and Mum about how he thinks I’m photogenic and would like to have a photo shoot with me one day. I felt incredibly flattered. It was the icing on the cake, my night was officially awesome. Little did I know it would only get better.

Upon exiting the party, quite a few of my Auntie’s commented on how good looking Gavin was and told me in private that they think he’s a wonderful man, a ‘keeper’ they called him, and told me to look after him. I told them I would most certainly keep this one.

My parents, Gavin and I returned to Aunty Nina’s house at about 11pm. When we got out of the car I commented on how beautiful the sky looked and the four of us stood there for a while trying to find the Southern Cross, but it must have been out of our view. I told them I’d like to sit outside for a while and watch the sky, one of the things I love to do if I have spare time in the evening. Gavin offered to join me. I can’t remember the last time I star gazed with company so it was really nice to have someone there with me.

While we sat there together and watched the stars I told Gavin about how they make me feel like both me and my problems are so small and insignificant. If I were to die the universe wouldn’t even flinch, it’s just so incomprehensible and vast. I’m just a spec in a picture so huge we meagre humans can’t even comprehend it. It gives me a sense of peace amongst the chaos and mayhem of my mind. I told him about how the stars remind me of people who have passed on from this life, how I’ve been to a lot of funerals for someone my age and how I miss each and every one of them. I told him about the numbness I’ve felt inside for the past few years, how I struggle to feel emotion after hurting for so long. He touched my cheek and must have felt that it was damp, because he pulled me close and told me I’m his world. Such a beautiful moment, you know the kind that just melts your heart? I’ve experienced more of these moments in the past month than I had over the course of my whole life. I’m appreciating every second of it.

Our weekend concluded nicely with the drive home being much the same as the drive up, except that we stopped for lunch at an old style Pizza Hut, which was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.

I find myself missing Nicki. A few weeks ago that he decided he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore; I don’t fully understand why. I wasn’t angry with him or anything, I just told him that I would miss him but that I wanted him to be happy and that he should do whatever he needed to do to achieve that. I guess his decision was to cut me out of his life. My life really isn’t the same without him and I hope he contacts me again sometime soon. I’m going to think about maybe contacting him myself.

Hmm. The bruise on my knee is turning black. That’s kind’ve freaky.

Sleep. Sleep.

<3 DarkSlinky.