Once upon a time...

When I was younger, say 12...I went through a slightly obsessive stage of wanting to be a witch. I think it was inspired by the movie 'The Craft.' A friend and I (a poor innocent I'd tried to convince into being a witch also), would go to the football field on a stormy day and try and 'invoke the spirit'. I thought that being an earth sign I should try and invoke the spirit of the South. My friend stood on the Northern corner.We would raise our arms up and say stuff, I can't remember what, but it was probably along the lines they actually use in 'The Craft.' Something like 'hail to the guardian of the watchtower of the South, I invoke thee.' Then we'd wait. I think I may have felt something once. Then again, it may have been the wind. We didn't manage to find anyone to make up East and West but we thought our powers would be enough without them.

Since moving to the US I have found myself once again with my arms raised (not in witch-wannabe styles), but because I have realsied that no matter where you think your life may be headed, it can constantly bring you surprises. To say that life is what happens when you're busy making other plans is largely understated.

So...for those who may wish to pursue the US at some point, in order to stay here one must provide:
One Job Offer Letter and/or One Marriage Certificate; One medical test proving you do not have TB or HIV; One big cheque; 6 passport photos; One or more tax documents and a partridge in a pear tree.

Oh. Is that all? How about a blood sample? My eye colour? Mother's maiden name? Name of my first pet? Oh yes, they need that information too.

Worth it. It means I get to be with the man I love, drive on the other side of the road, work, and soak up the sunshine. Even on those days when Hollywood feels like Hollyhell, I know above all that this is where I am meant to be right now.

As for that future thing, we'll see....

U.S survival guide 1.1

Me in a restaurant:
'Could I get some tomato sauce please?'
'Sorry some what?'
'Oh, just some ketchup thanks.'

America is a complicated place yo. "Tomato sauce" does not refer to tomato sauce, pasta sauce and tomato paste like in Australia. In the US, it is just tomato sauce, something between pasta sauce and tomato paste. I had a girl ask me 'so if you were to write a shopping list for someone and you put tomato sauce on the list, what would they come back with?' And I was like 'ketchup.'

I have been here long enough now though to know the importance of these small details...that and driving on the right side of the road.

I have started this blog, not with the intention of having anyone read it necessarily, but more as an online journal. If people choose to read, cool, if not, cool. If you do happen to read this, I can't really be held responsible for what may come out as it vastly depends on my mood. I may write every day, I may write once a month.

At this point in time, I am an unemployed, non visa holding actress. Don't feel bad for me though, this can come with some perks.
Perk 1: I get to sleep in. A lot.
Perk 2: I get to spend time with my boyfriend.
Perk 3: Breakfast, dinner and lunch? Says who? I can have as many as 5 meals a day, or as few as 1 as my schedule is non-existent.
Perk 4: I get to walk around this city and take time to enjoy it.
Perk 5: There are a LOT of TV shows to catch up on. I am currently doing 'Lost.' Am up to Season 2.

Non perks:
- 'Hello, I'd like to apply for the job please.'
'Certainly, I'll just need your Social Security number.'
'Oh..never mind, have a nice day.'

- 'Hello, I'd like to buy this pack of gum please.'
'Certainly, that will be $1.78.'
'Oh, never mind, have a nice day.'

I'm kidding. A little. I can actually afford a pack of gum.

But you know what? Right now, I couldn't imagine myself anywhere else but this town full of sunshine and white teeth.