Blogging in a different location

I'm no stranger to keeping a blog.  I'm not as active with it as I used to be with my livejournal in high school, but now that I am older and (hopefully) more mature the ramblings I do here might be more interesting to read.

It is quite fitting I am starting a new blog since the new year has begun.

For those who don't know me, or even for those that do and don't know, I have taken up the name of FATE over the years.

This is mainly a strong influence from the old Playstation game Chrono Cross.  There was a character called FATE and his/her role (FATE was depicted as a male character but sometimes referred to as the Goddess of Fate) was quite prominent and represented technology and research as opposed to nature and the elements.

There was an artifact known as the Frozen Flame which was quite legendary in the context of the plot and many thought it would grant power or even wishes and desires to those who found it.  FATE had a variation of the Frozen Flame in his Time Fortress, Chronopolis.  This is where my alias originates.


Now I've drawn an alter for myself of the same name.  This might sound crazy but I believe his behavior and appearance represent parts of me that are dormant.  My FATE is more aggressive and assertive and has little to no fear and the utmost confidence.  Much like V in V for Vendetta or the Harlequin in the short story "'Repent Harlequin' said the Tick Tock Man"


Enough about me, I'm here mostly to discuss how 2011 began for me.

That Friday of December 31st started okay and uneventful enough.  Woke up at 6:30 to reach work by 7:45 in Latham and worked until 4 that afternoon.  The bank was quite bustling and with one teller on vacation there were only two of us to handle things.  Nothing I'm not used to, as I was originally at a much busier branch and was no stranger to long lines and constant streams of customers.

I left work quite exhausted and came home to shower and make myself look presentable enough.  While my hair was drying off, since I have let it grow pretty long, I worked on getting to Prestige Level 2 in the new Call of Duty.

One blueberry turnover later and I'm off to my friend's apartment and ready to have a good time.  I got to wear my goggles again and they were quite well received.  This is one reason I love this group of friends, we are quite accepting of various things.  We can be dissimilar at times but when you think about we are quite similar in many regards.  I am happy to say I'm rather comfortable around them.

So I drank, as you'd expect, and managed to hold quite a lot.  At least a lot by my standards.

Lots of socializing and catching up with a few people I haven't seen in a long time. 

I should attempt to see them more often.  I'm just not accustomed to simply dropping in on them.  How do I know it isn't a bad time or anything?  But I can always message or something beforehand or pitch an idea to them if I think of one.

Sleeping over there was good too.  Hadn't done that in a long long time.  Didn't get too much sleep but I had enough to make it through the day.  I find myself amazed at well I can perform even with a lack of sleep.  Guess a positive outlook and a can-do attitude can work wonders.

Getting breakfast with all of them was good stuff too.  Even after not seeing these people for a long time I still remember what it's like to be with them and am happy they accept me as one of their own.  Just knowing you belong with people is always good.

Not saying I'm some social outcast otherwise, I do have many groups of friends and the feeling is true for those groups also.  It's even carried over to internet things (mainly gaming groups with people I never met).

So if you should glean anything from this post is that I'm crazy and have quite the imagination, but that is part of what makes me...me.  I'm happy to say I wouldn't change any of that.  Also, I will try and spend more time with friends.

I also hope more people read this than my livejournal.