Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in ninthbit's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
6:12 pm	Um... yeah. So it's been awhile and a LOT has changed in my life. There's been overloads of drama, a lot of work, some complaining, fun stuff, good stuff, bad stuff, just stuff. =) I had every intent of posting to this more than I have been, but sometime real life takes over and as I've rarely been in front of a computer (other than for the life, liberty, pursuit of happiness responsibilities of my job) I just haven't taken the time to do so. So where do I start? Let's just do one thing at a time here. As I'm frequently telling my stressed co-workers burdened by the managers who assume we have no other time than to satisfy their every whim, "How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time." So for those of you who read this who I haven't spoken to in awhile, the single guy all through college, the cool single uncle who buys the cool toys at no respect for the sanity of the parents, the guy who always wanted a relationship but never pursued one has had one dropped in his lap. I'm sure this is a shock for some of you out there who have never known me to even 'date' much less be involved in a romantic relationship. =) So with that said, I'll tell you all a bit about her. On August 24th, our first meeting, I spent an evening shooting pool and laughing it up at the Wynkoop downtown with a bright-eyed brunette named Ryanne. She's 26, a certified veterinary technician, shy and reserved at first. After getting to know her, she's open, honest, straight-forward, funny, sincere, and someone I thoroughly enjoy spending time with. Since the 24th of August, our meetings have gone from once a week, to a couple times a week, to as often as is humanly possible. I promise not to bore you all (or sicken you depending on your feeling of a budding relationship) with details about the emotions, the feelings, the ideas, and the thoughts. But I will tell you that I think it's entirely possible for this one to be 'the one'. I never thought it possible before, and I've heard those talk about how they 'just knew' when they met someone that it would go somewhere - well, here I am. I spent 15 minutes with her and knew it had the potential to be something serious and very long term. Lucky for me, she feels the same. So, I have to say, as she and I have been spending quite a bit of time together, that it's this situation that has been keeping me from either calling you, or blogging for your amusement (or torture depending on your perspective). =) So with that said, as the newness of everything passes into a more serious relationship, from eros to agape as it were, we will begin chasing down our friends again, and wanting to share what we've found with them. I think I'll go ahead and stop there - quit while I'm ahead before I drone off into some overly thought-provoked, deep and dark ponderings. =) I'm still alive out here. Take care everyone! Current Mood: cheerful (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 4th, 2005
7:24 pm	It's all a matter of perspective. Nothing earth-shattering today. Nothing above average or out of the ordinary. Just another day. The sun rises, the alarm goes off, I drag myself out of bed and pour myself into the shower - so hot I could do the New York Times crossword in the mist left on the mirror. A topic of discussion is breached at work today surrounding "Would you if you could?" The target was high school. "Would you go back and go through high school again if you could?" Between the laughs and chortles about how we're a LONG way from high school (easy with the age jokes!) I piped up with an immediate, "You bet I would. Whether or not I knew what I know now (though knowing would help), I'd do it." People talk about how they got picked on, or they weren't popular, or had no chance of being the prom king/queen. Are you f'ing kidding me? Some 50 years old and people still don't get it. I was a band fag for christ's sakes - butt of most jokes for all jocks (as I was only slightly above the shop and FFA kids in their eyes), too much of a geek for the cheerleaders, and the popular kids didn't have time for someone who didn't live in the right house, eat at the right restaurants, wear the right clothes, or drive the right car. Does any of that really matter? "Well, why would you?" was the popular question of those who looked at me like I began speaking in tongues. Is that a rhetorical question? Does it really need to be answered? What - did you ride the short bus into work? I was a kid - I lived like a kid, acted like a kid, thought and felt like a kid (why does that sound so familiar? *grin*). What a perfect age to be. I had no responsibilities other than the occasional homework and to be to school on time. I had no thoughts, cares, or feelings about anything 'adult' be it a career, bills, insurance, or anything else I find myself stressing over daily at my current age. I couldn't care less about the ribbings I received at being a rather sizable kid. It made no difference to me what some kid whose parents showered them with money and cars thought of me. I had my friends. I had my fun. We had our parties, our get-togethers and treasure hunts. We did our 'dragging main' and chasing girls. It was a care-free time in my life and without hesitation I'd do it all again if only for the repeat experience. Now, if I could do it knowing what I know now... well... let's just say I'd be a 30-something retiree... ;) So, would I? Of course I would. It's all a matter of perspective. Would you? Current Mood: amused Current Music: TV - Dukes of Hazzard (I swear!) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
8:25 pm	Well, here I am. So, I take a little road trip this weekend to visit a very good friend of mine. Some know him as Matteo, others know him as Matt, and he has (at least once that I know of) been referred to as a "Nordic looking fellow." Amidst discussion of the current computer gaming situation, political beliefs, and the long lost MUD, we discuss his personal blog page (link will be added in later posts). He mentions it's something I should do - something I should share. In the back of my mind, the thought sneaks up, "Why would I want to share the simple stories and anecdotal tributaries that feed the river that is my life with perfect strangers?" Instead, all I could muster was a simple, "Who would want to read about my boring life?" His response? "You read mine, don't you?" I sheepishly respond with an "of course." Thanks, Matt. Point made - and here I am. Why this site? Another friend of mine posts here (thanks Max) and it happened to be the right site at the right time - the mood struck, I made the decision - and here I am. So how does one start one of these? What's important to include for the first post? Do I compose a novella or do I keep it simple (stupid). Well, for all those out there who care enough to read, I'm going to write and whatever happens happens. Whatever comes out, comes out. Be prepared, 'cause here I am. What thoughts do I have right now? What mood am I in? Why am I here? So many thoughts swirling around my mind and each one struggling to be the first. It's been so long since I've written anything. It's been ages since I've put pen to paper - er - fingers to keyboard and just typed. I've had compliments about my writing in the past so what would it hurt to start again - only a little more mature, a little more experienced, and a little more cynical? It won't kill me, so here I am. So much to contemplate, so much to ponder, so much to consider. One day at a time, and it's time to call this day for what it is - done. More to ponder, consider, and contemplate on the morrow. Current Mood: calm Current Music: Pink Floyd (2 Comments |Comment on this)