Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis

I'm stuck in limbo, too late to go to sleep and too long a wait to stay wake for. I come to my blog when my brain can't figure out what to do.

I've spent the last two and a half days watching seasons 8 and 9 of Scrubs. I almost forgot how much I loved it, because I tend to prefer serious drama's it sometimes gets overlooked. I think Ted is easily my favourite character, what a hero. Yes, the whole J.D. and Turk relationship is special, Elliot is super hot, Dr. Cox's rants are genius, and the Janitor is a legend, but there's something special about Ted. It's like I can relate to him the most, and he never fails to make me laugh when he's on screen. It's a shame really that the series didn't finish at season 8 like the creator wanted. Everything was rounded off perfectly. But the money men had to get involved and push for another series which was just not right and dragged the Scrubs name through the mud slightly. Only to get cancelled after the 13 episodes.

You just realise everything good comes to an end, and sometimes when you love something it's hard to realise when it's at its end. You hope it finishes at the right time, but no one knows when that is and the more involved you are, the more blurred the line becomes. The truth is, in life things normally end up going stale before coming to a close, like relationships. Do you really want the final memories being of misery? But I guess it wouldn't make much sense ending it when everything is going good. With music it's slightly easier I guess, but it still hurts just as much when Conor Oberst decides to pack up Bright Eyes to move on to different projects, and when Jesse Lacey talks about Daisy possibly being Brand New's final album. You have to just decide what you want, would you prefer another album that is not up to par and a let down to the fans, or for them to retire on the legacy of the four loved records they have? I'm undecided.

A couple of days ago, Dan started to speaking to me and opened up the conversation with "my wife was asking about you, she's not heard your name in a while". Haha what a cool dude, we only talked for a while, but it was the first time this whole summer and it was nice. He also threw in a quote from 'You Won't Know', my favourite Brand New song, what more can you ask for? It just got me thinking, from all the people at Uni, I think I admire him the most. He is one of the hardest workers and fits it all around his wife and baby. He used to cycle into University and stay in the library until close, go home, hardly get any sleep with a new born, and wake up and do the same thing all over again. But he never moaned or complained, he just got on with it and is genuinely a decent guy.

I was laying in bed and imagining me as a dad, and as much I would love it and want nothing more, I just don't see myself as a father. I was trying to picture it, but couldn't. I couldn't really picture myself as anything in the future. I just lay in the dark trying to come up with future scenario's but nothing fit or felt right. It bought me on to my own relationship with my parents. I have personality traits of both but have more things in common with my dad, who I can relate to more. As much as I love my mum, and would be lost without her, I can't remember the last meaningful conversation we had, we don't really talk, she speaks at me. The only real conversation I have now are online. Kashy has changed since I moved to Uni, I hardly know him, he spends all day in his room playing Call Of Duty. Rabia is just part of the really annoying teenage generation, with a Blackberry glued to her hand and writes in that awful text language. Sidra to be fair, has a good heart but good intentions alone are not enough, we are total opposites and everything she does just irks me. Maria, the only one I really had anything in common with and enjoyed the company of, has moved away to Chesterfield.

I was bored on Facebook the other day and seen something that reminded me of a friend I had from my Art class in college. I thought to myself "hmm.. I've not heard or seen from her in a while, lets see what she's been up to". Once I finally got on to her profile page, I realised she had deleted me as a friend! It was a weird feeling, even though we hadn't really spoken since we left college, during college I thought we were good friends. I started thinking of all the reasons why she would've deleted me. In my betrayed state, I remembered I was being very hypocritical and had done the same thing to others. A while back I deleted some people of my Facebook. One was just because she insulted Eminem, even though it was indirectly, she had to go. The others I was never really friends with or spoken to, they were just random people that had accumulated over time. When deleting them I really didn't think any of them would mind one bit, and they probably still don't, but now I feel rather bad.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...
Dr. Maddox: Hey, how come all you have in here is a smiley face button and a revolver?
Ted: Well, one's in case I get sad, and the other one's in case I get really sad.
Dr. Maddox: Ok.. well, see ya tomorrow
Ted: We'll see.

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