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.

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!

Hello Old Friend!

Gosh! I miss you, blog. Seriously. It's been way, way, way too long. I might be crazy, but isn't Blog kind of a cute name for a kid? I'm sure my fiance would say NOOOOOO, but honestly, I'm starting to question his taste in names. I mean, he likes the name Jade, and Jade just sounds like such a dirty stripper name to me. I like fun names like Stella, Regan, Paisley, Harper, and Avery. Oh well, since he's a name Nazi, I save all of my totally awesome names for my characters in my stories. My main characters right now are Annabelle, Stella, Regan, and Avery. HAHA! I'm saving Harper for a really kick ass character. She hasn't come to me yet, but I'll know it when she does, and I have no doubts that she will be AWESOME!

So this week has been insanely exciting! It's new show week! All of my favorites are coming back and new shows are just starting! I love, love, love this time of year! It makes me so happy. It's fall! The weather is getting cooler (yeah right, this is Florida but a girl can dream) and people are starting to get in the holiday spirit! I work in retail (DUH!), so the holidays start for me in September, which I know by normal person standards is just plain crazy. But at work we start to hear some holiday music here and there. The ornaments are coming in, and we're starting to get Christmas outfits! I already can't wait for Thanksgiving. Okay, truth be told, before Thanksgiving is even over, I'm ready for the next one! I just love the holidays. I love seeing my family, and everyone is seriously just nicer.

So, I'm trying to find some new books to read. After the Sookie Stackhouse series, I'm kind of struggling. I'm on book two of the Aurora Teagarden series, but I'm not too sure how much I'm really enjoying it. I was thinking about picking up the Dexter Morgan series, but I don't want it to ruin the show (which by the way I love and can't wait for it to come back on TV!). So I'm kind of just stuck in a bind. I'm just not really sure where to go from here. I'm sure I'll figure it out though.

So fiance is sitting on his computer playing StarCraft 2 - SHOCKER! He's not screaming or flipping out, so perhaps we're making progress....baby steps. He just bought the new Halo, which I'm kind of surprised about. He was all, "The new Halo is so stupid, I'm not gonna buy it." blahblahblah. And now look at him! He's been going to his house a lot lately to play it. I'm wondering when his XBOX is going to make it's way over here. If it does, I hope he brings his fancy LCD TV. I mean, I still have the old TV which weighs like 70 pounds, easily. I'll definitely keep you posted on the whereabouts of a certain gaming system.

I'm not sure what to get my fiance this year for Christmas though. I know I have a lot of time, but I kind of like to pre-plan and get some kind of idea. I'm sure I'll figure something out, and I'm pretty sure it will have NOTHING to do with any computer or any gaming system. That reminds me, he's been complaining that his computer has been acting up lately. I wonder if he's going to try to find a way to get a new one. I said something about getting a new one, and he was all, "oh no" blah blah, but I think he's just trying to get his foot in the door. I'll keep you posted on THAT too.

It's also football season, which in my house means, yell at your television until you can't speak anymore season! My mother is a DIE HARD Miami fan. She passed those genes down to my siblings. My dad is a DIE HARD Cowboys fan (which is America's/God's team, of course). Sadly, my dad didn't really pass those genes down to any of his kids, except for maybe me. But I hate football so much. I only pretend to like it so my Sundays and Mondays aren't totally unbearable. I have this theory that if you pretend something long enough, it just becomes real. For instance, all day today I pretended like I LOVE my job, and it didn't turn out to be a very bad day. I'm thinking of adopting this philosophy for good. I'll keep you posted on that as well.

Well, I think it's off to bed and to enjoy some new TV shows in the relative peace and quiet (he's still not yelling!).

Dear Blog, How I have missed you...NOT!

So, usually, if I'm not blogging, that means my fiance is being a good boy and not gaming too much. Sadly, this is not the case as of recently. True, I haven't been blogging, false, my fiance has not been gaming. I just haven't had much opportunity to complain because I've been crazy, crazy busy with work and school. I'm seriously wondering why I ever wanted to grow up. I don't want to be a real person anymore, and I'd like to have recess and nap time back. Speaking of naps, I used to nap ALL THE TIME, and I never even have TIME to nap anymore. Speaking of time, isn't it an interesting concept. God, I think my writing workshops and Shakespeare studies are getting to me. When did I become so poetic?

I'm a big fan of constructive criticism. In fact, I thrive on it. I always, always try to take it into consideration. When my teachers give me tips on how to do dialogue, I'm probably the only person in my class that actually uses it. So, when someone points out that I don't use paragraphs, I'm going to fix it. Because, honestly, who wants to read a big long block of crap? Certainly not me, and certainly not others. Perhaps this is why I only have two followers? Maybe now that I use paragraphs I'll have more followers. I suppose only time will tell.

Speaking of school, as busy and crazy as it's been, I'm actually loving it. I'm doing my work EARLY. Which is basically unheard of when it comes to me. I do everything, and I mean everything, at the very last minute. Not anymore, I'm such a new person this semester that I don't even know myself anymore! I'm even enjoying my Spanish class, and honestly, who really enjoys Spanish class? I'm taking fiction writing workshop - which is like phenomenal, screenwriting workshop - which is plain awesome (I mean I study screenplays for Juno and Inception how is that not awesome?!), Shakespeare Studies - which is probably the worst of all my classes (obviously not that bad, though), and Spanish - which is surprising me more everyday! Next semester should be absolute torture though because I'm going to have to take six classes. I guess I should just be enjoying it while I can.

I feel like I can't talk about StarCraft 2 anymore. I hate it so insanely much that it's just not right. I used to get some kind of laugh out of it, but right now, I'm just jealous of it. I'm convinced that it's encrypted with porn. I mean, it has to be, what other thing captivates male attention for hours at a time? That's right nothing - only boobs. I think it's encrypted so that it only shows itself when seen through male eyes which is obviously in their DNA. It all goes back to science somehow, and because I hate science, there is no way I can fully describe the theory brewing in my mind.

So instead of talking about StarCraft...I would just like to say THANK YOU to the Oxygen channel for playing Pretty Woman all night. When my fiance can't be any company to me, Julia and Richard have fully fulfilled his role.

Just as a side note though, MLG is having another tournament in Washington DC, and luckily, fiance is NOT signing up for it!!! WOO HOO! Hopefully he doesn't get an invite either because I can't go. However, I'm not entirely sure I would even want to go. The only silver lining is Day 9. Oh and also to protect fiance from all of the dirty nasty groupies. By the way, I thoroughly miss Day 9. What a nice voice he has...HAHAHA. (That's for real...not sarcasm...but who knew I'd actually mean it!?)