Doorknob

For a person claiming to have no specific attachments outside of the friendship bond with Memphis, I sure don't date that much and talk about him all the time.

I'm a really strange person, I must admit. But for all intensive purposes there is nothing going on between me & Memphis.

Before I start rambling this entire post about Memphis, I should start noting something that happened yesterday in my interview with Robert Galecki, yes I found out his real name from daddy. He didn't have time for me until today.

"Ah Mrs.Marleau...why don't you have a seat?"

"Thank you for meeting with me"

"So what is your book about? I'm not a regular publisher of course...so the whole process of sending in manuscripts is not something I long after."

"Well...it's hard to explain"

"Good enough, I'll publish it."

"Really, just like that?"

"Sure, I think if I had to say who my best friend in the world is, then that is Gavin Marleau. Plus, I owe him"

"Really that's great"

So in terms, the interview went very well, but the odd part happened when I was leaving his office and was walking towards the door. He sort of rushed in ahead of me, told me to hang on for a while, rustled the knob a bit & then opened it. 

I'm beginning to see what Memphis is talking about with the weird vibe thing, rather weird.

Christmas Vacation

Yep I'm updating this thing again. A lot has happened since Poet's last update.

First off her dad got me this job as a construction worker for one of his old friends company's. It's been a decent job for far, it pays well and all my co-workers are pretty nice. Having your best friends father be in control of the most successful law firm in the city really has it's advantages.

Poet also managed to get us into a better apartment with her the assistance of her new publisher, Robert something. To my knowledge Poet never learned what his last name is. The guy has a weird vibe to him but I guess I can't complain. Not unless I want to go back to eating nothing but ramen again.

Anyway Christmas Vacation has been pretty awesome so far but something really weird happened today. When I went to go get the paper like I always do, I saw two women playing chess in the lobby, which I found odd because I've never seen anyone play chess outside of the more elderly members of the building.

One of them had long extremely long orange hair and was wearing a blue dress and the other had long black hair and was wearing a green dress. I didn't bother to go up and see who was winning but before I left the red-head looked up at me and smiled. I don't know what it was about that smile but it felt... Unnatural.

Robert

I must say that I'm extremely flattered by Memphis' comment about my writing, but then again he always is the charming type.
I found a publisher willing to publish my second book, which is actually just one rich guy who is a friend of my dad.
The guy's name is Robert something, he's really nice and has an overly british accent. He even gave me flowers, black roses,my favorite flowers.
Memphis has been a bit depressed lately, I think it might be because he really has no reason to get out of bed in the morning. Also if it weren't for my dad supporting me I would've been homeless while Memphis was overseas. Now we get by on Memphis' army pension and if my deal with Robert comes trough we will be living a more luxurious lifestyle.
I hope things work out for us. I miss eating Sushi all the time.
I was a bit spoiled before I moved out into the "real world", I guess coming from a upper-class family does that to you.

Job Search

As the title suggests I've been looking for a job. It hasn't been that successful. Mostly because I don't know what I want to do. I did want to become a journalist at one point but it's doubtful that will happen what what with every newspaper slowly dying with every new ipod app that comes out.

And to be honest there's nothing else I really want to do. There's no way in hell I am going to come back from war to take up a boring desk job. No way in hell.

I guess you could say that is how me and Poet became such best friends. We met in a journalism club back in high school and we hanged out with one another ever since. When we moved onto college poet decided we should move into the same apartment and we've been stuck here since.

Well... she's been stuck here. I've been in Afghanistan while she's been trying to get another book published. I really hope her new book is successful, her writing is much better than most of the crap that's been made lately.

One other thing that's been happening is that I haven't had that much sleep lately to be honest and I don't know why. I don't have a traumatic war story that, so I can't blame it on that. I guess I've just been anxious lately because I'm getting used to all the things that have change lately.

For instance, they're planning on tearing down the park I went to when I was a kid, in order to make a mall. What utter bullshit.

He's home

My name is Poet Marleau, actually it is Poét Marleau, but I like Poet better.
I suppose I should introduce myself to the readers of this blog. I'm a 23 year old girl (or woman, depending on my level of sophistication at a given time).

I'm currently trying to become a writer, despite the fact that it's not really a reliable market right now. I suppose my name has always inspired me to go this path. I've only written one novel in my lifetime and it had only a limited publication here in Nova, Nova Scotia.

I suppose that is more than some have achieved, although the company went under because of my book.
Then again Neil Gaiman was once in my shoes.

So I suppose I tend to look on the bright side.

For example my best friend Memphis came home from serving in the military  I was so glad. I didn't even want him to go in the first place. If I recall I told him that Afghanistan would probably become his grave if he left. I remember us having an argument about it.

I actually should consider myself lucky that he came back unhurt. While we are not dating or anything like that he is my best friend and I care about him, so of course I worried.

He told me that he was going to start a blog and I asked him if I could be a part of it. It will be good to do some project together, like the good ol' days.

I'm home

Three years and twenty eight days. That's how long I've been gone. It feels like it's been forever.

Since I joined the military I haven't been in Nova Scotia at all. It will be nice to forget about all the crap that has been happening lately now that I'm finally here. I'm really looking forward to seeing Poet again. We've been roommates and best friends since 2004 and it's been weird not having her around for so long.

"Hey there big guy! It's about time you got back!"

"Yeah, sorry about that, the plane got delayed because someone messed with the wiring. Took them an hour to finally get it up an running."

"Well your here now and that's all that matters."

When I think about it I don't even know why I'm starting this blog really. Maybe it's because I have nothing better to do. Anyway Poet liked the idea of having a blog so I added her on here. She'll probably be uploading something soon but till then I don't have much to report.

Except that I almost ran over a deer or something. I didn't get a good glimpse of it but it looked like it was sleeping in the middle of the road. If it didn't run off at the last minute I would have hit it head on. I'm pretty tired from the trip, I'll post something  else when things get less boring.

I wonder what happened to it...