Okay, Department of Immigration and Multicultural Affairs: There's something you should know. I think I'm becoming more Aussie.

Exhibit A: The crumbs from a piece of toast, covered in a thin layer of vegemite. That's right. I ate my first official piece of vegemite toast this morning, and I didn't gag. It was weird and foreign to my confused little tongue, but not bad. I'll probably even do it again.

Exhibit B: There were a ton of boxes on the floor of the middle of the office when I got into work on Monday this week and I said, "GEEEEZUS, What, is James moving house or something?" Notice, DIMA, that I said "moving house." I have never spontaneously used that phrase...ever. I've heard it plenty of times, but it is a very un-American thing to say.

Now, add THAT to your file! *Applicant becoming less American, more-Aussie!* :)

Tonight I watched my incense burn slowly down to nothing but a bit of ember.

Something that kinda bothers me is that I continually get inspired for new melodies and song lyrics every time I go to the bathroom at work. I think it's an acoustic thing. Like, every time I go to the ladies' room, I want to sing because of the amazing echo in there. However, I never have pen and paper on me to write anything down. I wonder if anyone's ever heard me.....poor souls ;)

Sorry to disappoint everyone, but the news is: There is no news. There's no new word on my visa.
If I hear anything, I'll let you know.

I had my 2nd writing class today. Again, excellent. My teacher is pretty funny in the sense that sometimes she comes up with these kooky newagey things to do that almost make me want to run away, yet she is really good at giving us ideas that lead to more ideas. It's an interesting combination. But mostly, she's incredibly supportive, and that's cool. I do adore the class, and my mind is buzzing with what I should plan for my newly invented characters.

Certain people reading this will find it amusing that the Crimson Tide began seconds before I left for the Post office today. Great timing, as always!

p.s. Does anyone know if period pain has a direct correlation with contractions during child labour? If so, I may have to consider adoption :)

I'm heading to the Post Office in about 15 minutes. *Deep breaths* :)

It's a nasty rainy day, but when my alarm went off, Coldplay's "Yellow" went on and that song always puts me in a good mood. Not as if I wasn't already wide awake when my alarm went off, but still! ;)

I'm a bit worried that if I get the news I want to hear, I might attempt some cartwheels at work. Our huge warehouse-like office is covered in blue layered carpeting that makes me feel like we're on one big gymnastics floor exercise. And anyone who knows me knows I am a big ol' klutz who would likely seriously injure herself since she hasn't done a cartwheel in years. So yes, there is a dangerous element to me getting good news.

But I'm sure as hell prepared to risk it!

I'll be doing cartwheels on the inside.... :)

I'm off to see the Wizard...to be continued

Holy Shit! This could be it!

I don't know anything for sure, but I might have received my answer from Immigraton about my visa today.

When I got home I had this "feeling" and sure enough, when I checked my mail today, there was a slip from the post office. I received some article via registered post. I've only ever gotten one thing via registered post ever here in over a year and that was some concert tickets. I'm not expecting anything. It's been three months since I lodged my application...so this could very well be it!

I am pretty damn nervous and impatient. I just want to know already. I hate living in limbo.

Yet, if you'd talked to me yesterday, before I got this little slip of paper, I would have said that I was just fine not knowing because it meant I could stay here longer, every day I didn't know I was getting kicked out of the country.

I am really annoyed at myself that I'm letting a little slip of paper rile me up so much--but it is. I've calmed down a bit. There was a half hour there where those butterflies tuned into elephants in my stomach. But now I'm settling down. If it's good news, then I'm going to throw a party and you're all officially invited. If it's bad news, I will probably appeal it, or seek out other options. The fact is, I really like it here in this little ol' Australia, and I'd like to stay here longer. So I'm not gonna give up without a try.

I do believe in the power of positive thinking, though so if you all could send out some positive vibes, I'd really appreciate it!

I'm going to go down to the post office tomorrow right at 9am...time to face the future! ;)

Wish me luck!!!
*fingers crossed*
*toes too*

I'm not ready to leave Oz yet--- so here's hoping I don't have to!

I went out and charged the last of my groceries today...just enough food to tie me over until my cheque from work clears. I was feeling fairly positive about the whole visa thing and I decided to make a positive affirmation (enter Savage Garden music here) and I went ahead and bought two small house plants. If I get to stay, I'll probably by a fish. I need something living in this apartment besides me (cockroaches or fruit flies don't count!).

It was after I bought the plants that I went home and I just had this nervous feeling in my stomach that something was there. And sure enough, the slip was. There's always the chance that this is something else entirely, but....well, I'll find out tomorrow.

Whatever the outcome, I will write the results tomorrow.

Cheers!

-The Butterfly