I live like a hermit in my own head.

First, I just have to say that school is owning my life. Every time I feel like I can take a breath, the air gets sucked out of me again. It's just one thing after another after another. It's exhausting, always fighting to breathe. Oh well, I really shouldn't complain too much because I'm actually enjoying it. My classes get better and better. How cheesy is that? Well, except for Spanish. Ughhhh.

So about a week ago I had a serious talk with my fiance. I told him that his raging was really beginning to worry me, and it's seriously not healthy. No one should ever get so angry when they're playing a game. I still don't get how you can take a video game so seriously - but whatever. Since then, things have been pretty quiet around here. No yelling. No slamming the mouse down. I'm pretty proud. I'm sure this will only last another week or so, but I'm pretty sure that's an additional week added on to his life span. Because I'm pretty sure that if he continues to rage, his life will be cut in half. His blood pressure must be out of control.

Anyway, I just finished a short story for my Fiction Workshop class, and I'm super excited about it. I think it was a lot better than the one I originally intended to submit. I think I developed this one a lot more with descriptions and back story. I think my professor will be glad that I incorporated a lot of different tactics he's discussed this semester. I think next I want to attempt to write a piece with dual perspectives, but I'm not sure how that will fly. I guess we'll see.

Oh my gosh, so can I just say that Monday Night Football was so embarrassing. Let me just preface this with the fact that I HATE FOOTBALL. Honestly there is nothing appealing to me (Okay, lie, those tight pants are pretty appealing). I think I've stated before that my whole family is a group of insane football-aholics. Everyone is a Miami fan (my dad prefers the Cowboys - America's Team - but my mom has sucked him into the Dolphins vortex). So when Miami got to play on like a major national event like Monday Night Football, time stopped at my house. And then, they got completely crushed, but they showed a lot of promise in the beginning. Of course, as were watching the game, my lovely fiance was raging. He and his friends also found numerous ways to tie the game into StarCraft. I can't even go there, it's beyond embarrassing.

Aside from all of this, life has been rather tame lately. There hasn't been any big StarCraft news, and I still haven't gotten that LCD TV over here. I wonder if I'll ever get to enjoy any perks from gaming. I'm going to go ahead and guess no. I wonder what my dear fiance would do if we had only daughters. HAHAHAHAHA! Man, that would be such sweat justice!