Holy Bananas...Has it really been so long?

I can't even remember the last time I blogged, and truly, it hurts my heart. I know this blog initially was about the frustrations of dating a gamer, and while I still harbor much resentment towards StarCraft, I think it's time that this blog evolves into a little bit more. It's amazing how life has changed since my last entry. I was a starving college student, and now, I'm a starving college grad on the hunt for a decent job (funny stories about that). By the way, finding a good job, or any full time job for that matter, is a lot like going on a treasure hunt. It's exhausting and, for the most part, completely useless and unfulfilling. Another massive change is that our wedding is only three months away. I can't even believe that in three months I'll have a husband. I get a minor panic attack just thinking about it.

As a recent college grad, and by recent, I mean it's happening in exactly one week (don't worry, I'll definitely graduate - I already passed all of my classes - HIGH FIVE!), I know what it's like to stress out about school and finding a major that fits you. I am known in my family to change majors like I change clothes - which is often. I think I had around six different majors throughout my post high school education. I'm well over the 120 credit hours it takes to get a Bachelor's Degree. To be exact, I am graduating with 176 credit hours under my belt.

There's new legislation going through the State of Florida that will limit the amount of credit hours a person can take, and if they exceed the 120 hours it takes to get a Bachelor's Degree, students will have to pay an "excess" hours fee. Some companies argue that this is fee should be the same as out of state tuition. To read more about the fee, go here:http://tribwww.gumiyo.com/p.p?a=rp&m=b&_fromSocial=1&postUserId=41&postId=625988 .

Obviously colleges say there's good reason for this fee, like long waiting lists. Which really makes me laugh. I'm glad to tell you that I don't know much about waiting lists, but I do know that record numbers of students are going to college. More and more kids are pursuing an education after high school. So, with more kids going (and getting in), what's up with the waiting list? Maybe there's something I'm missing, but I really don't understand how we can limit a person's education. I wasn't prepared to decide what I wanted to do for the rest of my life at 18 years old just like many of my friends. Why would we punish people for dabbling in education and trying their hand at as many classes as they want. Colleges are still getting paid. Why do they need more? All I know is that Florida's education plans consistently discourage and frustrate me.

You know, when I think about this, I feel like students are Zerg (underpowered) and colleges are Protoss (totally overpowered). Is StarCraft just one big metaphor for life?

It's Saturday, and I'm young, so why am I in my pajamas all alone?

Oh, that's because my fiance is OBSESSED with Star Craft!!!!!!

So, my fiance's friend, Bobby, who is really like my other boyfriend, came over tonight. And I thought, Ohhh fun! We'll hang out and watch movies and gossip and eat cream puffs! Boy was I wrong. I seriously just got owned worse than my fiance by that Terrain at MLG (ZING!). So, Bobby comes over, and we all start chit chatting, and all of a sudden, I'm TOTALLY getting dumped for Zerg. Fiance says to me, "Hey, how about you watch the movie, and Bobby and I will go upstairs and play Star Craft." I laugh...because obviously this is a joke, right? WRONG!

Sigh. So now I'm sitting here all alone in my pajamas with the movie paused in the background...because, honestly, who wants to watch a movie all alone? Not this girl. My sister asked if I wanted to met her at a martini bar...And when I asked where...She didn't ever respond! Maybe I smell really bad today? Or maybe she met a super hot guy? I'm crossing my fingers for the latter, for numerous reasons.

As if this whole scenario isn't embarassing enough, it's also only day two of SPRING BREAK! I really, really hope I have more to look forward to than just Star Craft the whole time. Honestly, the rejection hurts too much. hahahaha. I really do wonder, though, if fiance had to choose between me and playing Star Craft, and he could only have one for his whole life, which he'd choose. I'd like to hope for me...I mean...I cook and clean and do laundry and various other things, so I really hope that I'd be his number one choice. However, I'm pretty sure there's some kind of creepy Voodoo magic with that game, so I'm not really sure.

I really shouldn't complain TOO much, though. Because my wonderful fiance DID take me to the Millenia Mall today and didn't even bug me to leave! Now, THAT was a treat!

I think I was blind before I met you.

Wow. It's been an incredibly long time since I last updated. It's really crazy how much time flies. But then, time is a really crazy thing, flying or not. I wonder who came up with the idea of minutes. And who decided a minute was 60 seconds? I could say that not a lot is new, but that would be a lie. Life is freakin' crazy right now. Between 16 credit hours and working, I feel totally overwhelmed. Wah wah wah. I could whine about that for hours, but who really cares? Because even though I'm totally treading water, I don't care. And I wonder how my generation became so apathetic...I AM apathetic.

So, there's only 256 days until our wedding day! How crazy is that?! I still can't believe it's real. Our six year anniversary is coming up in May, and that, also, blows my mind. I know you're probably wondering how my sweet fiance is doing. There are about a million things I wish I had written down to share with all of you. Because, sometimes, I really think he's losing it. He hasn't played Star Craft in, like, a million years...But now all of a sudden he's all into it again. So I know you're probably wondering why he's all of a sudden addicted again. Well, thankfully, I have an answer. MLG Orlando is coming up soon. Clearly, he's training. Oh joy.

I know you're thinking, "What has sweet fiance been up to since he took a hiatus from Star Craft?" Then answer to this question truly breaks my heart because I have completely created a monster. For Christmas, he asked for a beer brewing kit. Of course, being the wonderful girl I am, I fulfilled his Christmas wish. Biggest. Mistake. Of. My. Life. He HAS NOT stopped brewing or talking about brewing. I'm sure I would enjoy this all a lot more if I actually LIKED beer...But I hate it! In fact, I loathe it. There is NOTHING even remotely good about beer. It tastes like raw eggs and farts!!!!

I know you're thinking, "He'll get over it. He goes through waves constantly." Normally, I would agree wholeheartedly. I mean we saw how long Final Fantasy and Red Dead Redemption lasted...Not too long. But this is serious. He eats, drinks, and sleeps brewing. He's CONSTANTLY yapping my ear off about all of these recipes and the math behind opening a brewery. It's driving me crazy. Seriously. Why does he have to enjoy the things I hate? So not only is he totally obsessed with brewing, it's all he talks to me about. We go to the library so he can get books on it! Like, come onnnnn. The only books he's ever read in the last six years is Harry Potter and Twilight (I made him). But now all of a sudden he wants to borrow MY KINDLE to read a book. I'm not kidding. He's constantly reading home brewing forums and searching for the best place to get beer, where can he find the store with the widest selection of craft beers. It's like a game to him. He's researching brewery's in the area and information about how the owner's got started. It's super intense. Last week, he was perusing the home brew forum, and I asked him if he wanted to go outside and wash his car with me while I washed mine. He said no...He wanted to stay inside and obsess more. So I said fine and went on my way. After nearly an hour outside, I come back in and he says to me, "Did you wash my car?" I reply, "No, I washed mine." He proceeds to get all pissy, "Well it would have been nice if you did mine." Really? Because it would have been nice if you left brewing alone for five minutes and spent some time with me. END RAGE.

I think I may need to have an intervention. It's like...video games were always his one night stands. But he's full on having an affair with brewing. Beer is his mistress!

Well, off to study for midterms! I've found I do my best work when I hear raging over Star Craft in the background. "Dammit, I don't know how to f***ing deal with this!!!!" Music to my ears!

EDIT: I needed to update that he LITERALLY just hit his keyboard in a tantrum.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Isn't that, like, the coolest title ever? I just bought that book, and I can not wait to read it. I think the author has a gift for coming up with titles...His other book is Everything is Illuminated. Like, seriously, how do you not pick up both of those books?! I know I would...and did. Of course, I'll let you know how they turn out. I'm the worst at making up titles. It's like, how do you pour so much into a story and characters and sum it all up in just a few words that should catch a reader's eye? It's a lot of pressure.

So, my fiance has decided to stop raging, which is good for his health...but really bad for my blog. However, I have noticed a few small tricks he's employed. It's true, he doesn't rage when we play games with friends during game nights at the house. He also doesn't rage as much when he plays Star Craft 2, but at the same time, he very, very rarely plays Star Craft 2 anymore. He also doesn't rage AS MUCH when he plays Call of Duty Black Ops. I say AS MUCH because he absolutely still rages a bit...Especially when I'm not in the room. For instance, a few days ago, he was playing COD in the living room downstairs, and I was in my room upstairs cleaning, and from time to time, I would hear him yelling at the TV. "COULD YOU BE ANY WORSE!" "SOMEONE FUCKING WATCH THIS GUY!" Seriously. It's like that stupid question people ask, "If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to hear, does it still make noise?" or whatever. It's like, "If Brynn's not around to hear me scream, is it still raging?" The answer is yes. To both questions.
I know you're wondering, if fiance isn't playing Star Craft 2 and COD, then what in the hell is he up to? He's up to poker, and he's up to football. Sigh. He still rages when he plays poker. To be fair, it's not nearly as bad, but he still slams his mouse on the desk, and he still yells, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" But, this is a lot better than the various other things he's done in the past. There's no more covering up holes in the walls with a poster, and he's finished breaking desks. BUt when he says he's a rehabilitated rage free man, I know this to be a lie. Football, though, is probably the biggest thing he rages about. He is FOREVER yelling at Chad Henne and the poor Miami Dolphins. He's called Mr. Henne every bad name in the book. I hope to God that he never is in the viccinity of Chad Henne because one of them may end up incredibly wounded. Now, one might think, "Brynn this is totally understandable. The Dolphins are his team. He has to be passionate." I would respond with this, "Oh really? The Saints aren't his team. The Falcons aren't his team. The Eagles aren't his team." My dear fiance rages during nearly every football game he watches. He picks a team he likes the best (most likely because he's betting on them) and then ANY TIME the game doesn't go in his favor, he COMPLETELY flips. One thing I know to be true about my fiance, he has been graced with a very powerful set of lungs.

Never EVER Again!

Call of Duty Black Ops. Sighhhhh. I hate it. It's completely terrible. I've stated numerous times that I hate those games where all you do is KILL KILL KILL! There's something super duper creepy about that. Black Ops is exactly that kind of game. KILL KILL KILL! Fiance just got this game, and I was sitting here, bored out of my mind, so I asked if I could give it a try. He was playing with like six of his friends, so I hop on, and of course, I'm completely lost. So I'm like, "What do I do?" Fiance says, "KILL EVERYONE!" Seriously?! Seriously! Like how is that a normal response, ever, under any circumstances?! Sooo wrong. Of course I totallllly sucked. Everyone killed me repeatedly, which was a bunch of BS! I was such an easy target. They're a bunch of bullies. It's like, "Ohhh let's see who can kill Brynn first!" That's a lot like pushing a parapelegic out of a wheelchair...They're totally defenseless...As am I. (Perhaps I should apologize for using that metaphor...) Anyway, I'm vowing to never touch that game again.

I never thought I would say this, but I've found a new respect for Star Craft. At least you're building something and protecting your base...You're fighting for something. In Black Ops you're just killing to kill. (I know one of you will have something to say about terrorists or something...But you can shove it...So run and tell that.) Also, Fiance hasn't even played Star Craft in like a week since Black Ops took over his soul. It's making me sad. I miss those little baby Zerg. I want to hear him rage about Terran. I want to see him slam his mouse on the desk and throw his headphones. Okay, maybe I don't miss it THAT much, but I feel like almost anything is better than Black Ops.

I've decided to capture a few things Fiance screams out during this game...(By the way, it's really creepy that there's sound effects for getting knifed...Also the moaning throws me over the edge...)
"WHAT??!"
"Oh my god, I'm about to quit."
"Who just- Alright Larry, you are gay as shit!"
"STOP THROWING SHIT! GOD!"
"I wish I had a Balistics knife to use."
"I don't even know what that means."
I interrupt this just to tell you all that when he kills someone he gets this super SUPER pleasurable grin on his face. I feel slightly scared.
"Please get 'em! Please get 'em!"
"HAHAHAHAHA"
I also interrupt this to tell you that there was just a big peace sign painted on a wall in the game...Sigh. How sad.
"AWWWW NOOOOOO!!!!!"

In other news, less than ONE YEAR till our wedding day...talk about creepy! I can't believe that. I was practicing my signature the other night...How's THAT for lame?! HAHAHAHAHA!

I'm blushing..

Six followers?! Really?! I'm blushing!!!! This is so fantastic. Perhaps I should drop out of school and become a professional blogger...With this crazy writer's block I have going on...it might not be a bad thing. I can't write anything...And I have to...Like yesterday. Sighhhhh. Oh well. It'll come to me. Eventually. I hope.

Today has been a day. There's not really a good thing I can say. I can think of a lot of bad things...Like a little kid kicked me in the face at work...An older kid purposely ran into me (and didn't even say sorry)...Sigh. Working in retail makes me lose hope for the future. We're so doomed. Seriously. No one cares anymore...And this is a rant I've gone into before, so I'll stop myself before I go too crazy. I'm working on a screenplay about retail for my Scriptwriting workshop, so hopefully you'll see the sad reality of what it means to work in retail on the big screen one day...with my name!!! How cool would that be?! "Screenplay by Brynn Journey!!!!!" AHHHHH! That would be pretty incredible...I just have to get over this writer's block.

So I got Taylor Swift's new album today...It's amazing. I love it. I love her. Well, I guess I better get back to banging my head against the keyboard...

Full Disclosure

SO OMG I HAVE MY THIRD FOLLOWER! This is super duper exciting! :)

So, my dear fiance is playing StarCraft right now, and I'm really having a hard time figuring out how he is still friends with the people he plays with. He litterally told one of them, "You are so bad at this game." After that, I would absolutely want to continue playing with him. And then he's like, "I can't calm down, I can't calm down, I CAN'T CALM DOWN!" Obviously getting progressively louder each time. I really, really wonder what goes on in his head. Like why play a game if you just get angry? I don't get it. I understand he's super competitive, but like, has he ever heard of playing for fun, win or lose? I guess not. He went on this insane laughing fit tonight, too. I'm pretty sure it was the last shreds of his sanity. It was worse than the Joker. I mean, I'm seriously afraid. On a scale of one to crazy, he was past psychotic. Also, when he got off the game he signed off to his friend with, "Alright you're horrible, bye!" Real nice.

We decided to wash our cars today, as well. Please, please remind me to never, ever do this again. Seriously. Worst idea EVER. We're washing cars, and obviously he's being annoying with the hose. It's a lot like the remote, I'm simply not allowed to touch it. I know he's going to spray me. I can, like, sense it. He starts out really subtle. "Oh it was an accident." Yeah right. Then, at some point, he just ALL OUT sprays me. I mean to the point that I am completely soaking wet. My hair is drenched, even my undies are dripping. I know, I know, I'm at my house, so who cares? But I cared. I made him go get me a towel. Of course, I had to spray him when he came back. It really wasn't even that great. I mean the front of his shorts were soaked, but from behind, he looked dry as a bone. So what does he do? Revenge. He gets the hose and just sprays me. I run down the driveway and he chases me, constantly spraying. I'm like a poor sick wet dog. It's borderline pathetic. I'm like, "STOP SPRAYING ME!" He's all, "No, we have to get EVEN!" It's like, HELLO, there's not a single dry spot on me, and you're practically dry as a bone. Whatever. Lesson learned!

I suppose, though, that I get the last laugh this week. We're getting our engagement pictures taken on Sunday. This is incredibly awesome for numerous reasons, 1. He'll have to miss some of the Dolphins game. 2. What guy even wants to do engagement photos? That's right, none. It just makes me so, so happy.