What the Vorlon Knows

Okay, so I'm really really bored at work, and have nothing whatsoever to do. Decided I would post one of those ever so endearing surveys. It's not much, but somehow I like just being a mystery encased in an enigma.

Who are You?
Name?	Gregory R. Mullins
Nicknames?	Greer, Hatter
Age?	31
Height & Weight?	5'11 and 200 lbs
Hair & Eye Color?	Dirty Blonde with Grey/Blue Hazel Eyes
Live where?	Orlando (if there ever was a gateway to Purgatory, this is it)
Siblings?	2, 1 sister and 1 brother
Marital Status?	Single, alas Single
Occupation?	Librarian. . .just call me Marian and be done with it. :o)
What do You Want?
Dreams?	Become a Sign Language Interpreter. Write a novel. Visit every National Park.
Hobbies?	Photography. Writing. Reading. Knitting.
Where are You Going?
Travel?	Just about anywhere and everywhere. Wish I could just win the lotto, retire, and just travel and write. . .
Live?	I have a top five list of cities to move to: Portland, Seattle, Boston, Denver, & Phoenix. Though I'm sure this will change. . .
Who do You Serve, and Who do You Trust?
Friends?	Many acquaintances, very few true friends.
Religion?	Still Searching. . .
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Weekend Doldrums

You know I really don't mind being single, during the week I've work and school to keep me occupied. The trouble with singledom is more evident though on the weekends. I've noone to take out to dinner, to go to movies, to take out of town for a daytrip. The emptiness of the weekends just seem to drag on forever. Friends help fill the days, but most of my friends either now live out of state, or are too far of a drive away, that gas prices nowadays make the trip more trouble than it's worth. Not to say I just sit twiddling my thumbs. I do chores around the house, sometimes craft, bake cookies, but there is only so much you can do before you go stir-crazy. So I go out, drive to Borders and wander around with my mocha breve. I take myself out to dinner, or a movie, but there's no conversation, noone to talk to when the movie's done. However, I don't want a boyfriend just so I have something to do on the weekends. That's rather selfish. I don't want a boyfriend to complete me. As I have learned, I'm as complete an individual as I'm ever going to be. A whole person worthy of love. And that's why I want a boyfriend, someone to complement me, someone that I can share my life, my experiences, my existence with. Therefore I suppose I must experience singledom to its fullest, before I can be ready for coupledom.

Lynchesque Day

Excuse me. . .I seem to be having a David Lynch moment. At least it seems like my day is unfolding as if it is a Lynch film. Everything seems to be round, or at least my perception is that everything seems round. Talk about your surreal moments. I can't even seem to wrap my head around it, thus the feeling of roundness. My brain right now feels so foggy (or is it fuzzy) and suddenly everything seems as if it is moving in very slow motion. Actually it feels as if my mind is trying to swim through molasses and I can't seem to make heads or tails of anything right now. I feel totally and utterly dejected. Or rather detached. Cookie.

The Reluctant Prince Charming

There is a Prince Charming in my life, or at least I think there might be. . .eventually. Tell you the truth, I'm not sure. I know he's there, standing in the wings, he's just a little reluctant to make his entrance. In a sense he's become my Reluctant Prince Charming (or, for brevity's sake, my RPC).

My RPC is actually a close friend of one of my co-workers, whose been trying to set us up for month's now. She regales us with stories of one another, and we both agree we want to meet, but then here is where he becomes my RPC. He's rather shy it seems, and having been burned by love before, more than a little gun-shy. As my friend has told me, he's just a little scared and nervous, fearful of rejection. Then again, as I have told him in one of our many passed love notes (okay, one from him, two from me), I feel the same, for believe me, love as been quiet cruel to me as well.

For months now, we have waited and waited for my RPC to call, and finally he does, trouble is I was at lunch. Grrrr. Seems he called four times today, but each time he reaches my voicemail, gets so nervous not knowing what to say, he hangs up. When my co-worker tells me this I nearly feel my heart in my throat, finally he calls. But alas, as I sit at my desk, staring at the phone, it deems not to ring. When it finally rings, I'm across the room, and bound across to answer, only to find a woman on the other end asking about a magazine subscription for my library. Grrrr again. He'll call again, I'm sure he will. The shyness at times is quite endearing, if irritating. So I'll wait for my RPC, albeit reluctantly myself. Though I tell you this. . . I'm NOT taking a lunch again.

What You Own. . .RENT is Coming!!!

I am soooooo excited. Went and saw Must Love Dogs today, must say, excellent romantic comedy, great date movie, just wish I had had a date. But back to what I wanted to say, during the trailers, I saw it finally, the RENT trailer. I was so dancing in my seat. I can't wait for this movie. I've been waiting forever since I heard it was going to be made into a movie. I love this musical, and I'm sure to love this movie. November 23, 2005. . .I can't wait, now let's just see if I can find a date for this one. Where is that Prince Charming??? If you want to keep up with it before hand, here's the Rent Blog Site.

"Nothing as Strange as People. . ."

Queer as Folk! It's kind of funny to think how three little words from Britain have changed so many lives. I just finished watching the series finale tonight of QAF and I feel both joyous and sad at the same time. I have come to view these individuals, these friends, this family as if were my own. I never really have had friends like them, or even a family like that. It was comforting to let these characters into my life and to think, that even for a brief moment, I was there on Liberty Avenue, sharing their stories with them. In the end these are our stories, the stories of gay men and women everywhere, that needed to be told. But now there is a void, yet even though QAF has come to an end, our stories still unfold, our lives still go on. Some of our stories may yet still be told, some may fade away into normalcy. Yet they still remain, as we do, always. QAF has changed the lives of many, and will still. Though all good things must come to an end, and thus we bid adieu. Thank you QAF for our stories. Rest in Peace.