It's 11:11, make a wish.

So this is going to be one of the more random blogs, that addresses a bunch of different things.  Short attention span, I guess.  And by "...one of the...", I mean I want to start doing these more.  I always blog when something big happens, but it's about time I talk about the little things in life.  Like UFC, Microsoft, Southern California (actually pretty big), and finals (eh...big also).  Oh well.  Bear with me, this one is long.  UFC is at the end so you don't have to read it if you don't want to lol.

Microsoft has started something (now, don't quote me on any of this, look it up yourself) called the "i'm Network", in which they donate part of the money they get from advertising to 10 different organizations.    And all this month, any time you use hotmail or MSN Messenger, they're donating more money, or something like that.  But I thought it was soo funny how they are using the common goal of charity to get people to use their software.  That seems so messed up to me.  I dunno, maybe they are really using their software as a tool to give more money...but I doubt it.  

I go to SoCal this weekend.  Kinda crazy.  No, wait...endlessly crazy.  Don't really know what to say about it, other than...who knows what's gonna happen.  I am mainly talking about Elysse.  Cause we aren't together, we can't be together, and that's that.  So what is there to do?  Hang out like nothing's changed, I guess.  Just...ignore the burning toaster (Sunny Day Real Estate's Diary, look it up) in the room.  And there's this big disconnect in my brain.  Cause I was so hurt by some of the things she did, I don't want to care anymore.  But at the same time, I can't let go.  I seriously cannot let go.  I don't get it.  Because I've never had this problem before (in fact it's gotten me into trouble), but now it seems an impossible task.*sigh* I digress.  I'm excited for the trip though.  It will be an amazing boost in morale to see everyone again, especially because it's going to be so long before it happens again.  But let's not dwell on that, we need to think about the time we DO have with each other.  Let's be well, friends.

Finals are this week, naturally.  Because...I have finals [<-- plural] every month.  It's a wonderful trait of Full Sail.  Quite possibly our favorite.  But I'm really not that worried.  I mean, with 100+% in math, and a steady grade in CSI, I'm not really worried about these classes.  I'm not really worried about grades at all, really.  Just being honest.  I never have, and I probably never will.  But I know they affect placement and stuff, so maybe I'll try a little bit.  And for Mom. =]

PS- I'm way excited to come see the home at Debhaven.  8 days, I believe!

And now, for our main event of the evening, I saw one of the greatest fights I have ever seen today.  It was a PRIDE lightweight fight: Nick Diaz v Takanori "Fireball" Gomi.  Now, Gomi is this little 5'8" Japanese kid that held the LW belt.  Because PRIDE was held in Japan, he was a huge crowd favorite.  He liked to throw bombs, but has had impressive submissions like an arm-triangle choke.  Nick Diaz is obviously one of the bad-boy Diaz brothers, who always love to slug it out, but also holds gi and non-gi BJJ black belts under...who was it again...oh yeah I almost forgot Cesar Gracie.  He hasn't had the greatest UFC career, topping out at 10 fights, with a 6-4 record.  So it made for a very interesting fight.

The funny thing about the fight was that Gomi was clearly picked to win.  The commentators knew Diaz was dangerous, but they didn't think he could take it.  Now, they wouldn't say this out loud, but it comes across in their comments.  It got to the point where Gomi was so tired [in the first] that he was dropping his hands and Diaz was popping him in the chin repeatedly.  Then the commentators: "Gomi is dropping his hands because Diaz's punches are not hurting him!" I was like, come on. This is a joke.  Diaz basically dominates the first round, except for one punch that put him on his butt, yet he recovered. And the guys couldn't stop talking about that one punch, until late in the first when the finally realized Nick was really beating the shit out of Gomi. The end of the fight comes in the second round, when Gomi resorts to taking Diaz down, and thus getting himself into a gogoplata.  He gets choked out, taps, and Diaz wins the fight.  Only the second gogoplata-stoppage in the history of PRIDE.  Amazing.  Nick Diaz was now the LW belt holder in PRIDE.

Too bad he smokes a ton of reefer.  Six weeks later, the Nevada State Athletic Commission stated that he failed the drug test he took shortly before the Gomi fight, and tested positive for marijuana.  "Commission Chairman Dr. Tony Alamo said that while a result of 15 is considered positive, the NSAC has a threshold of 50 for athletes." Now, Senor Diaz had a score of 175.  I have no idea how much that really is, but that sounds like a lot of pot, right?  Anyways, the fight goes to a No Contest, he gets fined 20% of his earnings ($3k), and gets six months out of MMA.  Pretty crazy, huh?