Cognitive Time

According to Einstein, the faster you move, the faster you age.. or move through time. (at an immeasurably minute rate, of course.) It's interesting to think about. When we think of time we think of the clock, what day it is, year, etc.. basically just one plane of time on which we're all riding. That's only half right. If you apply movement, no two people are on the same plane. So.. as I'm sitting here some guy on the freeway is actually moving through time faster than I am. This is the reason why Einstein always said "time does not exist". Everybody is in fact on his or her own unique time-line, which is a comforting thought when you consider the idea of individuality and free will. (Someone correct me if I bastardized this.)

Requiem Mass

I start my new job Monday. (woot) Apparently I will be answering the phone calls of elderly people who will sometimes get frustrated and hang-up on me. Whatever.

The problems I was having with Stacie have almost completely worked themselves out. It's crazy how the stress of money can change everything between two people.

I can't stop thinking about how much I want to marry this girl.

Randomness.
For some time I could think back on every relationship I have had in the past and still feel the sting of it. Yesterday I was reminded of a few nasty relationships and honestly, I didn't care. It didn't matter. It's all trivial at this point.

It used to be that I would only blog when something was bothering me, when I needed to get something off of my chest. Things are different now. Things are good.