The Personal Diary
Of
Ian H. Moore
For March 17th
How on earth
could I refuse?
So here's what happens. My good friend admits to me
"I like reading your diary". Now, after hearing
that, I guess now I know for sure that people actually do read it.
Anyway, I can't let a friend down so here I am writing this diary
entry especially for them. Although having said that, I don't
do requests for everyone so you needen't bother asking me
to send you money! LOL
I'm planning to write this entry and then do a three hour work
out, the thoughts of that are begining to horrify me, but these
things have to be done. I'm not doing them to increase
muscle mass, so I have to be carefull about how much I lift.
I'm actually trying to increase my flexability a lot more, also
to improve my speed and co-ordination. I admit, I've had a
lot of injuries doing this, but they are all relativly minor
compared to my knee incident. It actually bothers me a lot,
I'm just waiting for the day where I'll be walking along normally
and suddenly it will just bend backwards and I'll break the damn
thing. I've had a few close calls already and physio has
done nothing for me. I keep getting told that I should take
up swimming and how great swimming would be for me as it gives
the best workout of all. (actually I read somewhere that
sex is the best excerise for you, how come they don't recommend
that more??) Anyway, I actually would like to be able to
swim, but I'm too embarrased to go to a pool and take lessons.
Yeah I know, it's silly, but there's no where near me that offers
adult lessons, and if I took lessons I rather be by myself then
with a big bunch of strangers. I like my privacy.
Then there's the water itself. I have very sensitive eyes,
I can even let ordinary water go near them without it stinging
the crap out of me. What hope do I have for treated
swimming pools? Also stops me from wearing contacts.
My life isn't complicated, but it is annoying sometimes.
You know what my biggest problem is at the moment? What
music am I going to put on this webpage? There you go, that's
how thrilling my life is. I've dealt with a lot of things
in my past with work, gas leaks, fires, even a bomb threat (yeah,
lets go looking for bombs!) And yet, it seems that my life
is devoid. I could be in the middle of a burning factory,
with chlorine gas leaks and exploding jars of acid and I STILL
wouldn't feel fulfilled. I need to create, I need to
express myself through my creations. Although, sometimes it
seems that I have so much to say that the message may get lost in
my ramblings. That's actually the reason I made this diary
I reckon now. To have some sort of outlet for what I keep
inside. Sometimes I get stuck for things to say..............
no, that's not right, I never get stuck for things to say, I just
sometimes feel a little arkward about saying them. That's
actually one of the reasons I never put a webcounter on this site.
It's not that I don't care if anyone visit's my page or not, it's
just that I don't want to know if people actually read these
entries or not. It's weird, I put these entries up here and
it doesn't bother me, but it would bother me knowing how many
people read them. Although judging by my guestbook and my
email account, there's not too many people that bother.
Should I be gratefull or dissapointed?
I must say, I am having fun with this website. I really
did enjoy building it, and even the updates aren't that much of a
pain in the butt. I have to organize things on my hard disc
a bit more when it comes to uploads, but it's really been fun so
far. I actually hope that in 10 years time, heck, in 50
years time that I'll still be putting updates here and that you
will still be coming back to read them. Or at least, that
you will be printing them off and keeping them under your pillow!
?:OP
I wonder where I'll be then.................
I wonder where you'll be then...............
Either way, I just hope that we're both happy.
Ian H. Moore
March 17th 2000, St Patricks day!
Dedicated to a friend of mine who has made me smile in life
and who has always been there for me, thank you Zhanna.
Ian H. Moore
17/03/00
Not too shabby considering last night!
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