Stop the Clocks

That's right, people! Cameron, the master of indecision has struck again. It is because people (guests at the Midland) have been talking to me and saying "Cameron, why Ontario?" and I says, I says to them "Well..Neil Young will sing me songs and put me to bed each night". I'd deadpan that to them and they would toddle along quietly not knowing what to do.

However on a rather serious note I think my sights will be refocused back on to Alberta. It was described as stunningly beautiful to me and I want some of that in my life. I want a piece of the world that, to me, is the most beautiful place on Earth. I don't have that at the moment and I want it. Seems to me that everyone has that place. I'm lacking! (a brain)

So to recap: Listen to people who ask you "Where do you come from?", get excited when they mention Canada and attempt to get over to their table as often as you can. Also mention Krispy Kreme donuts. Gross. The name alone gives you diabetes. Horrible.

Help Me to Help Myself

I've got my passport photos so now all I have to do is get a cheque sorted out for payment. Canada, watch out! Oh yes, my dreams (which have sort of become reality in the last 4 months) are getting closer to be achieved. While it's long way to go and also hard road of hope in the mean time I will continue along this cone of reality. It's really quite good actually.

I've also started the application for the Diversity Lottery - the green card. That's not going to badly either. I'm worried my photo won't be the appropriate measurements though and it'll be rejected. A little annoying, I'm sure. I'm assuming it's a passport photo but I don't want to go through it all and realise that in reality, it's not. That would hurt. AND WASTE MY MONEY.

Sort of. Just remember that I'm not coming back to Australia, kids. Sometime after this whole ordeal has blown over. Until then, I'll just stick to the Northern Hemisphere.

Love to you all! Be good.

Cameron.

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

Just to the curious few silly champions, I want to make it quite explicitly clear that I am not going to return to Australia in the foreseeable future. It's just the way I feel. These feelings only rise up in the sweat and smoke...like mercury. Often my mouth is undone but that is only because I'm young. Heh, I used to be the vicitim but now I'm not the only one.

A public service announcement.

Going Down the Road Feeling Bad

I have progressed since last time you would have read my musings. Oh yes, I'm not just a pretty face. No, far from it actually. Sometimes I shudder when reading the newspaper about the people who have to see me each day. On with it anyway..

I've got my printed application which is a plus! I now require passport photos which is a fairly simple task. If there's one thing that is more prominent over here than underage drinking it's passport photo machines. They're everywhere. I'm actually getting a signal from one now! How about that? Don't believe it. Understandable.

Confidence in my move is starting to slip a little. It's simply the fact that I am going in to a very big unknown. I'm not just talking about wearing your sister's clothes while she is out at the supermarket. No, no. I'm talking about uprooting myself from a country I am reasonably acquainted with and moving to a country I've never been to. Yes, argument slightly valid with England but I have family here and a handful of people I know. In Canada I know no one and I'm only barely intimate with the provinces. I know a little about the history of Canada and famous people from there but other than that...nothing. Woe is me. I'm soooo hard done by.

But fear not faithful reader! As silly as it sounds I do want to fail at some stage during this pulling up of stakes. I want to fail because then I can learn from my mistakes. I am leading a somewhat sheltered life at the moment and I'm not doing anything that is unbecoming of how some people may describe me. Actually I've described myself in the past as 'dull', 'boring' and 'fat'. 100% strike rate with those words. Ouch. I'd like to perhaps get drunk one night and forget how many teeth I have or the name of the first President of the Continental Congress (Peyton Randolph if you please). But I can't. I do like starting sentences with conjunctions. And no one can stop me. Yet just try. The joke there is that I did 3 times. It may have slipped past a couple of people but I'm sure that most of you got it.

So thing are going well. I don't need to rush this process. The Letter of Invitation lasts a year so if anything.. I might want to wait a little bit. I'm sure if it takes a couple of days for the required documents to get to the Colony, then a couple of days to be sent to Canberra, processing time and then the reverse process I'm looking at about a month. That is Camstimate™. It could very well be longer or shorter. I don't care. So long as something comes of it. I remember how nervous I was when my English visa was taking a while. A whole lot of stupidity on my behalf but still - quite nerve wracking!

I am also going to apply for the Electronic Diversity Visa Lottery. That is green card to you and I! Bleedin' foreigners. I'll show the Americans. Me in America would be equivalent to a mouse in a handbag. He'd be happy there but wonder what he's doing. I should steer clear of New York though. People might mistake me for Kiwi and that is sacrilege. I can't have that. I also can't stop thinking that mouse. Cute little thing it is. 2010! That will be America year. If I was issued a green card that would be awesome and I would flirt it everywhere until one day I lost it and people became suspicious of me. By that time I will be Emmanuel del Rayo Cortez. I'm sure I can become more Hispanic looking before I lose anything. Here's to hoping!

I will leave you all to mull over what I've said and perhaps give you time to ferment thoughts about me. Like "Does he shave that often?" or "How can people stand his presence?". In fact I can answer those two now. I shave every two days. It keeps the follicles at bay! Have at thee, hair! As for the presence question: I'm not entirely sure. I think it's because when I'm around people who are feeling down kill themselves or those who lack in self confidence feel better because they have a larger sack of door knobs with them. That's right. I'm a sack of door knobs.

Ce qui sera, sera.


 

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