The world is about to end.

OMG!!!! ONLY 38 MINUTES UNTIL STARCRAFT IS RELEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish I was at my local GameStop anticipating the release with all of those amazingly cool people!!! More than that, though, I wish I was at Day 9's release party!!! I bet he has some pretty hot groupies! I can only imagine the insane amount of fun they're having there. I would totally go dressed up as a Zerg. I would spit at all of the Protoss and Terran, and everytime I went for a drink, I would scream, "I REQUIRE MORE MINERALS!!!!!!!" I would, undoubtedly, be the coolest person there. However, I'm sure there are numerous people there doing this anyways. In honor of my fiance's friend, I would like to pay tribute to his favorite StarCraft player "The Little One"...



I would also like to honorably mention "IdrA" my fiance's favorite...



OMG! Now only thirty minutes!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!

This is not a joke. I repeat, this is not a joke.

Okay, seriously, one viewing party was enough. Last night my fiance held our second StarCraft Day 9 viewing party. These games were supposed to mark the end of the tournament until the game comes out on July 26th. (First off, let me just say, I find it incredibly depressing that I know there is even some dumb tournament, let alone the schedule of said tournament, and the release date of the game that is ruinging my life.) Tonight marks the third night of our viewing party. I know you're wondering - if last night was the last games, how can we be having another viewing party tonight? Well, my dear fiance and all of his friends are RE-WATCHING these games. No, I am not kidding. Also - I've really got to stop saying "we" because this is so strictly my fiance. I am so not involved in these ridiculous games. How can they be re-watching these games?! I get that I watched New Moon like more times than I can count, but somehow I feel like that is different. I wish I could capture the ridiculousness of this guy Day 9. He gets SO excited about these games. It would be funny, if he weren't so incredibly serious. Okay my fiance is literally yelling at the TV. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE VOID RAYS DOING?" - Did I mention he knows the outcomes and has already watched these games before?!?!?!?!?! They're all sitting around discussing how "rigged" these different races are. Can I just please tell you that it is MY life that is rigged? I'm the one that has to endure this torture. These guys are seriously nerdy than the nerdiest nerd you could ever find. - Apparently "void rays" create black holes - like I care. "There's nothing on zerg you can hate." SERIOUSLY?! "Terran just goes fucking viking and destroys them..." WHAT?! These are all random quotes from snipets of their conversations. It's like they speak some completely foreign language. Sigh. This is going to be a long night, but at least I have my calypso crunch cookies to keep me company.

This will blow your mind.

I stand corrected. Day 9 is actually a comentator for StarCraft games. Like it's a friggin' sport or something right?! I know you're asking yourself how I know this. Well, that's because I watched him last night. Sadly, this is not a joke. He gets like all hopped up and excited when things are happening in the games too. It's the most hilarious thing I have EVER heard. It's seriously like he's watching soccer or football and he's so excited at the prospect of his favorite team getting the winning point! I'm not sure whether I should laugh at this guy or feel incredibly sorry for this guy. As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to watch this stupid video, it gets worse. My fiance basically conned me into believing we were going to have a fun game night with our friends. Then he remembered there was a really important StarCraft game being played, so being the wonderful fiancee that I am, I said, "Well we'll put it on the TV and play games with it on." This however was not the case.

My fiance plugged his laptop into the TV in the family room. We all gathered around the coffee table to play games. So far, so good. We get in a few good games of Taboo. It was fun. Then, the StarCraft game started. His friends are all big StarCraft players - go figure. So he immediately shushed everyone and turned up the volume on the TV putting our game night on hold until the games were over. SERIOUSLY?! SERIOUSLY! How ridiculous is that?! Oh wait - it gets better, The games had already been played - they all knew the outcome! It's just that Day 9 was commentating live! Seriously - who in the heck cares about some random guy commentating? I mean, maybe I should start doing that. Maybe then I could have 8,000 viewers like that guy. Oh yeah, and did I mention that the TV is 60 inches. You don't even want to know how creepy those little roach-y Zerg look on a 60 inch TV.

Of course, I have photographic proof of this ridiculous get together.



And here's one with only half of our guests...



I'm almost too disappointed in myself to put this post up. Honestly, who goes to a viewing party for a StarCraft game. I'm so upset with myself to admit that I was duped into being the host.

Honestly though, there was no way to even halfway enjoy what was happening on the screen. I was completely lost. The damn thing was going back and forth and back and forth and this way and that. It was so tiring. Someone - that doesn't play - even asked if it was like in fast forward or something it was going so fast. For those of you wondering - it wasn't. That's just how you play the game. I would seriously have to be hopped up on speed or something in order to play the game. I mean the players kept like highlighting these areas and they would do it OVER and OVER again and nothing was there. It put me on such life tilt I can't even explain. Basically, last night I came to a conclusion, there is no way on this earth I could EVER find any interest in StarCraft. Not only that, I don't even want to be in the same room as these games they annoy me so bad. My fiance is absolutely getting a man cave. More for me than himself.

EDIT: I stand corrected again. They didn't know the results YET. The games had already been played, but "no one knew the results". However, these guys are smart, I'm pretty sure they could have found the results out before watching the stupid video.

Strength. Unity. Victory.

This is literally the tag line for StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty. LOL! SERIOUSLY?! I mean, by now, I think we all know that there is NO WAY that Terran, Protoss, and Zerg can ever UNITE in harmony. Let's be honest. They hate eachother and wholeheartedly believe that each race is rigged. It's completely comical that anyone ever thinks these three could UNITE! SO anyway, I log on to look at the website for this game and it screams to "JOIN THE DOMINION" and take an ENTRANCE EXAM! Seriously...am I, like, trying to get into an Ivy League school here?! What a joke. My fiance goes through stages with his games. He'll play one all day everyday for a week straight and then basically never play it again. However, this is not the case with StarCraft. I have no doubts that when this game finally comes out, he will he playing it for a very, very long time. He was recently telling me about some guy called Day Nine. He's a StarCraft scout or something, and he's semi professional. Who knew this was even possible?! It's so weird. By the way, you can follow StarCraft II on facebook AND twitter!!! I'm pretty sure I'm going to do this.

"DId you see all of my zerglings? LOL" - Austin

Seriously. StarCraft 2 is back to destroy my life. However, I'm not the only one on this boat. I'm fairly certain that StarCraft may mark the end of a beautiful friendship for my dear fiance. He has this really great friend. We hang out with him pretty frequently, but I know that my fiance considers him to be one of his best friends. Today, these two were playing a friendly (NOT) game of StarCraft together. I had just woken up from a glorious two hour nap. All of a sudden my fiance goes BALLISTIC. He went from normal to axe murdering psychopath in about six seconds. "COME ON! GET TO MY BASE!!!!! MY BASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! YOU JUST LOST THIS GAME FOR US!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Seriously. This was his outburst. He got really quiet and somber after that. I'm pretty sure he would have thrown himself out of a window if he didn't live in a single story home. I can't imagine the guilt he put on his friend. It was heart wrenching. Seriously. There was nothing normal or sane about this interaction. I have to go now, but don't worry, I'll continue this rant later.

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face.

I feel like I am suffocating under a pile of books, which would normally not be a bad thing. But when said books are textbooks...I start to get really angry. I hate reading for school. I hate textbooks, and I hate the stupid things teachers assign us to read. Seriously. My degree will be in Creative Writing. I really don't care about the Theory of Literature. Do people even know there's a theory of literature? I'm in the class, and I still don't know what that means. Sigh. Taking three summer classes was probably not my best idea. I'm sitting here with this gigantic textbook trying not to read it. But I have to. It's a form of torture. I'm sure of it. I have my iPod playing, which also is probably not the best idea. But I can't take the silence. And with facebook and TMZ and People...I'm gettign seriously sidetracked. Everytime Brand New comes on, I get so excited as they are one of my favorite bands. Then Taylor Swift pops up, and how can you NOT sing to T Swift?! It's impossible. Then Kid Cuddi comes on and the next thing I know, I'm rapping. It's really sad all of the things I do to get out of studying. In fact, I'm blogging just to get out of studying. So pathetic.

While I'm procrastinating, I feel like I should let the public know about being courteous to your sales associate. I work at a very large retail store. I work in the intimate apparel and childrens department. This means that I am, unfortunately, a bra fitter. Seriously ladies, there is NOTHING wrong with being a size D or higher. Women pay to be in your position, so don't bitch. By the way, when I tell you you're a D don't moan about how big and gross that is. I am a DD, and I take offense to your immediate dismissal of anything over a size C. Also, I don't size you for fun. In fact, I hate it. I do it because I have to. I also don't pull your size out of my ass. Don't tell me I don't know how to size. Don't go try on a million bras in the size you think you are and then complain that they don't fit. I told you they wouldn't fit. In fact, I gave you wonderful bras that would work beautifully. Also, don't talk to me like I am somehow lower than you. And honestly, what's wrong with working in retail anyways?! And to end this, as I really need to study, DO NOT TALK ON YOUR CELL PHONE WHEN YOU'RE CHECKING OUT. Nothing says "you're not worth my time" more than that. Oh and one more thing, don't you dare be rude to me and then ask if I have a coupon. The answer will always be no.