For the past 3 years or so, I have been known as Agent 505 on Diary-X, keeping readers up-to-date on the latest of my adventures and insightful escapades. All that came to an end a few weeks ago when their server crashed and I lost 3 years of history. It's still locked away in my memory, but we all know how secure THAT is.

As you can read below in the "Who was I" section, I used to be a college student bent on getting out into the real world - specifically, being a Mechanical Designer at ZSR, and getting a CR-V and moving out along the way. Well, I've done all those things, and gone to Europe. Things were good. Well, there was the Social War, but that's a different issue altogether. Since losing my latest romantic interest to a wave of layoffs at work, I've become incresingly bitter towards ZSR. This is partially what's fueling my desire to go back to school.

You read it right. I spent my whole life getting to where I am: in the real world. Now I'm devoted to getting out of it. Selling the CR-V I so dearly wanted, and the condo too. Quitting the job I spent years wanting. Giving up many of my favorite stuff (like Pepsi for example), all for a greater good. I never thought I'd see myself going to a gym, but here I am. What spurred this change? The Revolution of Jim. I'm basically re-inventing myself. We'll see how it goes.

At the time, I had just recently faced rejection from Number 13. Failure analysis was top priority, as was getting a girlfriend. I had been working at ZSR for approximately 2 months. My buddy ArbiterXero was planning on moving to Windsor with his girlfriend, EerocCrush, a plan that eventually came to fruition. At the same time that they left, I realized my 5-year dream of buying a Honda CR-V, and I retired the Neon I was driving at the time (Sept 8/03). Before long, we came to the realization that EerocCrush was pregnant. Meanwhile, a new girl entered our group named Odyssey. It was the intent of two of my friends (Jubel and Rubidium) to move out with this girl, as it was my intention to develop a romantic relationship with her, but both those plans fell through. Additionally, Odyssey inadvertently stirred up some trouble between ArbiterXero and EerocCrush before she finally took her leave of our group.

I participated in a stage theatre production called FASS, as stage manager, where I met some interesting women, but failed to actually do anything beyond that. My Windsor friends returned to Grand River to have their baby, and things fell silent. It was the Q-point or Quiet point where some stuff happened. Plans for me to move out with ArbiterXero and EerocCrush were facing opposition from everyone not involved. But soon, those moving concerns would be thrown on the back burner when a new friend of Jubel's came into the group.

Few were aware of the devastation that would be caused by "M"'s arrival, but it soon became apparent. I bought myself a condo, went camping while ArbiterXero left EerocCrush all in the same weekend. Within days my would-be relationship with "M" collapsed and days later she was dating ArbiterXero. Needless to say, I was not impressed by the trechery that surrounded me. Unfortunately for Jubel and Rubidium, they had already agreed to move out with her. Before long, all hell broke loose and we were in a full scale social war. The sides kept changing. There was deception all around. Things sucked. But they got worse before they got better.

In the new year (now 2005), I became interested in a woman whom "M" later befriended; a friendship that would later work against me. I screwed things up with Number 18 (the woman I was interested in) and needed "M"'s help. This is what you littorally call making a deal with the devil. Before long, I was the main focus of the war. Things sucked. It was a futile effort as well, since Number 18 fled to the UK.

After the war, I went to Ottawa with Jubel and I realized what was really going on and where my theories had gaps. The whole thing made me wonder if everything I knew was wrong. This led to the Revolution of Jim. It wasn't long before I was making trips to the gym and learning to speak German and cutting back on my caffiene consumption.

While things were getting better socially (EerocCrush even tolerates me now!), things were getting progressively worse at work. My job became more and more tedious as my supervisor stepped down and I asked out a woman (only to find out she was married). I carefully planned my next move: to ask a woman to dance at the company's Christmas party. I was quite optimistic about it until she was laid off the day before the party. Needless to say, I was not impressed.

I was already considering going back to school, but that pushed me over the edge. As the weeks went by, each one becoming less tolerable and more tedious than the last, I began to consider what I wanted to do after graduation. I certainly didn't want to return to ZSR. That's when I wrote my Criteria for the Ideal, which included no 9-5 (thus, no rush hour), and to design spaceships. So, I applied to several universities for Aerospace Engineering and I'm now playing the waiting game.

I have no current romantic prospects. After the war, I came to the conclusion that I was single because I was desparate and I was desparate because I was single. I also looked at the cost and decided that I knew of no woman who was worth the sacrifice I had to endure to no avail.

THE FUTURE

"I'm one of those people who spent a lot of their childhood thinking about the future..." After I finish college in 2003 (hopefully), I plan to work at my favorite robotics firm (I don't plan on disclosing the name quite yet). Once I'm settled, I can begin the search for that special someone. I also plan to buy a CR-V one day. But until then, I'm alone, unemployed, and drive a Neon.