1) Back in December, as a part of my job at the restaurant, I helped this woman, Juliana, plan her birthday party. In talking to her before the event, she told me that she and her husband were going to Australia, and I felt inspired to tell her about all the Australian things that used to happen to me. (Which is actually kind of weird because it’s not something I really talk about all that much anymore.)

Anyway, they went and had a great time. On Tuesday, she came by with a gift.

I arranged her birthday. She brought me a souvenir. I really really like my life.

I thought it was really, really sweet. Made me tear up.

2) I called my grandmother that same night; one, to tell her what happened and two, to wish her safe travels as she was going to Hawaii the next day. My grandmother then proceeded to tell me that when she sells the apartment building she has on the market, she is buying my cousin and I tickets to London.

My cousin is to leave me there and I am to find “one of them White boys” at which point, she will come visit.

My grandmother: the travel agent and matchmaker.

3) I went to work today and ended up on a reality show. It should air early-mid May.

Sometimes my life is just TOO normal, really.