Yesterday I turned 27. At 12:01am that night I was already celebrating... but In my own way. Alex, Batman, and I went out to see the "Watchmen" movie. I loved it. It was perfect up until the end when the story differed from the book a bit. All in all, I didn't feel as if the story was slaughtered. The "moral", if you will, was kept in tact as well as the general feel. Because I would hate if it were done to me, I won't get specific just in case someone actually stumbles upon this and starts to read what I have to say and has not seen the movie.

Anywho, the movie was a good time. I got to catch up with a good friend from my past while there, too. We used to hang out a bunch in our early college days. To be honest, I forgot how we actually met. It may have been through a youth group or when I started to work at Blockbuster - Either way, after I moved on to a different college (we went to community college together) we lost touch. That is really my fault. I had a bad tendency for doing that and, unfortunately, even when you get better at staying in touch, those that you have lost touch with don't automatically come back into your life. I plan on working on finding some of these old friends this year and trying to work on the relationships that I may have hurt. I'm sure that is just the beginning of the list of what I'd like to get done.

Let's talk about that. Why am I here? What is this for? Is there a purpose behind it? Truth is that I don't really have an answer for any of this.

I will attempt to give a preface to this story... or whatever it becomes. I am a 27 year old male living in upstate New York. College graduate with a Business and Marketing Bachelors Degree that has never had an idea of what he really wants to do with life. Why I chose that major is a story within itself. I have had almost every 'teenage' job that was available and have finally found a home with a larger local company that has does quite well in the last 20 years and through this economic disaster that is ongoing. Me on the other hand, I make enough to get by but feel as if I am worth much more. Don't we all, though? For the time being it is nice to be someone who has a job. In the field that I work in, I hear the horror stories of job loss and retirement accounts dwindling and all i can do is listen and empathize and try not to make their mistakes.

I have another tendency to veer off topic when I actually have one to talk about.

We will put a hold on talking about my life for now. I like to write although I am not talented in the area in any way. I was always the Math and Science type in high school and loved numbers. Reading and writing, not for me. I have only read one book in my entire life and it was the Watchmen graphic novel. It is hard to even count that because it was really a set of comics. Anyway, I like to share stories and recap the days events to see if, while retelling the randomness, I will look at a piece of the day, maybe a conversation or a random thought, and look back at it and see where my thought process takes it. I like to think that this will help me either understand something or someone better or to take the the said event and have something good some out of it.

I am realizing I am still not answering my own questions. I guess I am lacking sharing key pieces of knowledge that would help someone understand why I am here. 27 is my favorite number. As a kid I always liked 2's and 7's. From the numbers that I would wear on a sports team or the ones that I would play on the lotto, even characters that I would pick in video or cards games - 2, 7, 27, 727, etc... there were patterns. Even today, how I set my clock or the amount of time I will put something in the microwave, the patterns continue. Am I obsessive compulsive? Mildly. I have a bunch of quirks that people could (and do) joke about. I like certain things certain ways and have to handle certain situations in a certain manner. Can it be annoying to myself or others? Certainly. But again, I digress.

27. This year of my life I told myself that I would do more. Say more. Be more. Something similar to a New Year's Resolution, but at the same time, not. I also old myself that I would log this year of my life as something to look back on. No one I know has any idea I am doing this so I don't have to hold back or be biased in what I say or how I feel about things. From the information I have given, only a few would be able to tell who I am. I am aware that I gave names in the beginning but those are 2 people I wouldn't say anything bad about, anyway. If I have to, I will, and they will have already been aware of how I feel. As for the rest of the world? Enjoy. Maybe I will give you something to do. I may be someone you pass time with or someone you want to argue with. Maybe something I say will become thought provoking and you will want to continue to read to see what else goes on in my mind or what else I am thinking about. Maybe you will connect with me and know that you are not alone at one point. Most, though, will never know I exist.

With that said, I feel restless just typing. More will be shared soon. It is Saturday night and maybe there is something to do. If so, you will know about it come morning.