SMRT

Last night while I was about to go to sleep I had the greatest idea known to man kind...the problem is that this morning I can't remember what it is. I think I'm going to go back to writing down my ideas. I've been trying to write a book for about 3-4 years now, and about that time I started writing down ideas that I had. It was marginally successful. In my "book" the main character is a little bit like me, but with everything more exaggerated. He's a little bit of a loser, he's self deprecating, humble, and different people view him very differently. Yet, he still thinks he's awesome and is kind of an ass. In the story he's trying to find a lady and he meets one of those typical girls who likes bad boys. So at the time I was trying to come up with jokes around that premise, and two came to me each late at night. Well, I actually wrote down three, but only two of them are usable. At the time when I wrote them down I thought them to be the funniest and best jokes that anyone had ever dreamed up in the history of life. The problem is that when I woke up the next morning I realized that they really weren't all that funny. The jokes were about how the character is not a "bad boy" and that he once got a bad rash from a rub on tattoo, and that root beer gives him heartburn. The third joke apparently had something to do with tuna flavored ice cream. Don't ask me why I thought this was a good idea or what the hell I was thinking but on my note I clearly have written down:

Rub on Tattoo= Rash
Root beer=heartburn
Tuna flavored ice cream

Another side story about my book, and really to anyone who is saving files that they want to keep forever...keep multiple copies on multiple machines. I had written about 29 pages of probably pure crap when I decided I was going to sell my old computer (this was when I was in Duluth) I had an external hard drive so I put everything I wanted to save on it and then reformatted the computer. I then loaded my pictures and music and my work folder onto the new computer. Everything seemed fine until I tried to write more to my story when I realized that I didn't keep my story in my work folder with all my other writings. I was keeping it on the desktop so I could just open it quickly. So it wasn't on my new computer but I wasn't panicking because I knew that I had saved it to my external hard drive. It had been a couple weeks since I transferred everything and I wasn't exactly sure where I had put my hard drive but I eventually found it in my gym bag. I took it out booted it up and transferred over the file. I then opened the file in word to find 29 pages of squares. Somehow my hard drive had become corrupted on it's travels and I lost every trace of my story. I was pretty angry with myself and I didn't think about the story that whole summer until I moved here to Texas. I now have exactly 3 whole pages of a story...live and learn.