hmmmm....

I'm not entirely sure why I started this blog but i've given myself 24 hours to come up with a perfectly rational reason after which I will start blaming everyone around me and generally lash out at the fabric of society.

Life is normal for all intents and purposes. I've been steadily working on my novel at the rate of about 3 sentences a day and hope to be past the halfway mark right before my future disenfranchised grandchildren cart me off to a retirement home of their choosing.
I am also gradually settling back into Leeds after a long summer of American merriment. May ended with Johanna Phelps' (now Hillen) nuptuals for which I flew to New York. A beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple that ran its course seamlessly after several days of last minute flower arranging and a hairdryer incident that fortunately spun out into comic relief rather than chaos. After a short return to Leeds, Las Vegas beckoned and I was once again being questioned suspiciously by U.S customs as to my purpose of travel and whether I had ever committed any Nazi war crimes between 1933-1945. I've often played with the idea of admitting that I am in fact Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring following a stint in cryostasis and gender reassignment surgery, but I suspect the U.S government has little appreciation for that sort of thing.
Self-preservation won me over and I decided I would rather make hundreds of airport patrons uncomfortable with wildly passionate PDA than spend a week in a padded prison cell.

Having done that, Tyler and I spent the next two months making plenty of other innocent bystanders uneasy up and down both Utah and Nevada while working his family’s lemonade business, hiking Mt.Timpanogos, going to a Secondhand Serenade concert and doing many other things.

For those of you familiar with my romantic antics of the past, you’ll be happy to know that this relationship has made it past the first year mark without either one of us moving to a country where malaria is served as a side dish or any severe emotional carnage. We’ve got 2 years to go until we can realistically even live on the same continent, but as it turns out, some people are worth it and one of them happens to be my boyfriend.

For now then, I’ll be concentrating on finishing my degree, getting a decent job and enjoying life, which anyone is welcome to join me in doing every Friday afternoon in Hyde Park where I plan to stare up at the sky for 10 minutes and appreciate the world, the universe and God for all their bounty. Feel free to bring snacks for a post-deep thought picnic and hangout.