ASC Pt. III

Quick post before my computer blows up:

1) I have a trojan on my computer which I've been trying to get rid of all day and it won't go away, which sadly means I will have to format my computer and reinstall all my programs and shit which is the biggest hassle and piece of mumbo jumbo on earth. I can't live in safe mode forever.

2) I just came back from the bar (no, I didn't drink and haven't had a drink since early July cuz I've decided to quit forever) and at the bar I watched the UFC fight. I can't believe that Franklin lost. I've lost all faith in humanity with that.

3) Found my external hard drive and I must find a way to return it or I will be very very pist off.

4) I'm looking to make a collage of inspiration (for my inspiration class). It's weird how my inspiration will be either things related to fighting and things that are really gay (ie a Bloody Faced Steve Austin and The Town of Stars Hollow in Gilmore Girls). I must get in touch with Lauren and ask her for a picture of that pastel thing she did that I adore. What really will go on this list - Pinkerton, Ghost World, Mick Foley falling off the cell, Steve Austin bloody face, my guitar, my niece, CM Punk's knuckles, BJ Penn vs GSP, Tetris... anything else anyone can think of?

5) Finally, I remembered why I started blogging or keeping a journal again. I went to the bar today with my brother to watch UFC. The weird thing was that most people were there as couples. There was one couple where the girl was definitely the bigger fan. There were other couples where both looked like fans. And a few where the girl was just sleeping in the booth. Why does this bother me? Because I remembered that essentially, I looked at this year as last year of life in the sense that if I don't have something going for me soon, I think I may lose all hope... Now, I'm not saying I'm going to settle for whatever comes along, but there are times where glimmers of hope come into my and I know there must be something more important for me out there than just this depression I've kind of settled into.

The actual finally... While I will always maintain that God Only Knows by the Beach Boys is the greatest song of all time, I have always said that the intro to Wouldn't it Be Nice is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard... also, I think the line that sums me up as a human being might be in that song... you ready?

We could be married
Then we'd be happy
Oh wouldn't it be nice?

Actually, while that sums up my hopes "Words and dreams and a million screams, oh how I need a hand in mine to feel" does a better job of showing both sides of the oddness that is me... but wouldn't it be nice?