Why I shouldn’t be allowed to have the internet.

So in my random browsing of the interwebs today, I somehow (and I’m not really sure how this somehow happened) found a lovely article, like so:

Fight Club in Union Square

Which, if you read, is actually pretty funny, along with the other articles on the website. I especially enjoyed the video of the two emo asian kids dueling to the death. But maybe that’s just me.

 

In other news, I’m currently in a three hour argument over who would win in a fight, Spiderman or Wolverine.

This all began with the question, who would you rather be: Spiderman or Batman? My answer, without question, was Batman. Batman is not genetically altered. He is not an extraordinarily good soul. He is just a man that has both selfish and addictive urges and tendencies, but is generally a pretty stand up guy in that he uses his power in society to help those in need. Everything he does is completely plausible. He uses physics, not fantasy. Awesome, to say the least. Spiderman, however, although very cool and very much so one of the greatest superheroes of our time, was just a lame dorky kid that accidentally got bitten by a spider and then got jacked overnight. Yeah, it’d be pretty fucking cool to have a web shoot out of your limbs, but I think I’d enjoy the glory more if it was my own power battling the evil-doers than, say, a blue and red spider’s. I will give my friend some credit, however. His choice is Spiderman. Peter Parker is definitely a much more average man, despite his genetic alterations, and is flawed to an extent that is still believable but leaves him to be an excellent and almost too likable protagonist. So it really comes down to what qualities you look for in your superhero alter ego. I apparently choose glamour, he chooses morality. Go figure I’d choose glory over saving little old ladies.

Anyway, now the question is raised: Yeah, Batman is a BAMF, but Spiderman is super strong and speedy quick. What if he was matched up against another Marvel hero, say, Wolverine? Who would win?

My theory is that Wolverine would kick the ever-loving shit out of Spiderman.

Spiderman may have speed on his side, but Wolverine would just steal a motorcycle to outrun him. Spiderman is smart, but Wolverine is street smart. And Wolverine has a friggen adamantium skeleton. He is not going down without a fight, especially with his regenerative powers. Spiderman would literally have to plant a grenade on Wolverine to take him out. All Wolverine’s gotta do is claw Spidey to death and he’d be toast.

This is getting frustrating. Clearly, I win this argument.

 

 

And since I’ve been meaning to post this since TDK came out:

Send me on my way.

I’m pretty sure tonight is the night my inside self is taking a stand. Or, at least, something like that.

I have determined that I am done letting my life rule me. This is my life. Mine. Why would I leave something that amazing up to chance? I’ve gotta stop sitting back and I’ve got to slap life in the fucking face and just start living. Do what I want, when I want. Love, hate, feel each inch of life. I want everything completely and nothing halfway. It’s come down to all or nothing.

Everything is beautiful.  I don’t care if it’s rough and splintered and covered in blood. It’s fucking perfect the way it goddamn is. Sometimes we just have to realize that us sitting back and bitching about what’s being handed to us is completely the opposite of what we should be doing. Too many people just whine about how they’re living these completely empty lives. Get up and do something about it. I’ve gotta do it too. We all have to. This is our time to let go and hold on, all at the same time.

I’ve got to let go of this person that I’ve been for the past few years. That’s not me. I’ve known that it wasn’t me for a long time but I didn’t do anything about it. I didn’t think I was strong enough. I’m about as solid as I’ve ever been and I’m NOT backing down now. I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am. I’m going to fucking own my life. Hold on. Let go and hold on.

I don’t need anyone. I’m self-sufficient. I’m independent. I don’t need someone to hold my doors for me. I open my own doors and when they’re isn’t one, I’ll get a wrecking ball and make a huge fucking hole in the wall to let me through. It’s not to say that I wouldn’t mind a nice guy with a cute smile holding my door open for me. I definitely wouldn’t mind that one bit. It’s just time for me to realize that a guy is a luxury, not a necessity.

I told him I changed. I told him I got better. I am better. I’m getting better by the second and one day, he’s going to realize what he’s missing out on. For now, this is me. I’m myself, and I’m happy. I’m one whole person. Do what you love and fuck the rest? Damn fucking straight. That’s exactly what’s going to go down from now on.

So, hello.

I’m not quite sure where to start, so here goes.

I’m Sarah. I’m a student, full time. I go to college pretty locally. I work my ass off at just about everything I do. I’m also a secretary for the biggest HVAC company in my county. I’ve got really great friends, they’re pretty much my family.

I recently had this sort of revelation and a lot of things that were taking a huge toll on my life came together and I suddenly just felt a lot better. I’m back in therapy after a three year hiatus and life seems pretty good. I’m generally happy now, except that I’m going through a really bad breakup with this guy that I thought might stick around for a lot longer. I know I took advantage of him but I also know that I could handle the relationship now if I got another chance, it’s just a matter of convincing him that I deserve one.

Tonight, I’m going to see Dark Knight, probably for free. Going with my best friend and her boyfriend. There’s a movie theatre about twenty minutes away that, after 11pm, does not check tickets. Hopefully we can actually get in.

Also, I’m a huge fucking dork.