Redo: An Introduction

Hello again reader,

After my spiel yesterday, I felt that I owe an apology to any readers who may not know me directly (why you're interested in my blog is unknown to me, but yay you!).  I say, this demands a proper introduction!

My name is Marcus.  My last name is unnecessary, but on the other hand, if you're that curious, it's not too difficult to find that sort of information.  I'm a 21 year old guy who goes to college for a Business Degree in Network Communication Technologies.  I also work full time at a manufacturing shop and part time at Target.  Now, for the interesting information...

I enjoy long walks on the beach, feeling sand between my toes, sipping champagne under the moonlight and listening to music like Kieth Urban and Taylor Swift...

And now you wake up and realize that all of what I just said was bullshit.  I'm pretty sure that the description above would better summarize my girlfriend, Ashley's, interests...which are the complete opposite of mine.  The truth is I do work those jobs and go to school for what I claimed, but my hobbies have little to do with that.  I love video games.  When the average person sits down to dwindle away a small portion of their life, be it over a bowl of cereal in the morning or after a hot shower in the evening, they would typically turn on the television and momentarily rot their mind.

Me, on the other hand, I prefer to turn on the television, switch it to HDMI3 and turn on my xbox to shave off some of my life.  Now, don't mistake me for the type of person that, when spotted across the parking lot from a standard individual, is strikes the thought of "That fat loser probably plays WoW every day of his life".  I feel that I tend to blend well into a crowd of people, and as such, enjoy going to public places with my friends who I deem "socially acceptable".  Being a nerd, I do have those friends that I have a hard time taking to a public area.  The kind that, when I would go to a coffee shop and grab a frappuchino, the person behind us would think to themselves "can this man not afford hot water and soap for a shower?" (Sidenote: Busta, if you're reading this, I'm not implying anything about you, even though we did go to a coffee shop, I just used that as an example since my cup of coffee here determined my example.)

But back to the point, interests.  As you may have noticed, I also am quite fond of coffee.  Not so much the Maxwell House type of coffee, but the "I'm going to have to take out a second mortgage on my house because this cup of coffee is so freaking overpriced" type of coffee.  Another tidbit about myself, I am highly amused by sarcasm. 

Many people, including every one of my closest friends, would classify me as an ass/dick/jerk/bastard.  I gladly admit to all of the above (except the bastard part...I do know who my father is) and I enjoy the thoughts of rude comments and racist jokes.  But I'm not racist. Busta won't believe me...but I enjoy the company of all different types of individuals. 

Now, let's do some Q&A (since SO many people are asking me...)

Q: Do you play WoW?
A: Yes.

Q: What server/horde or alliance/real id?
A: Bloodhoof/alliance mainly, but I've got an 80 belf/the same email or name I've got on here or facebook...or just send me a private message on facebook.

Q: What systems do you have?
A: All of them.

Q: What's your psn/xbl account name?
A: Jellosnake.

Q: Is that an innuendo?
A: Yes, for what your mother had last night.

Q: Fuck off.
A: That's not a question

Q S: Fuck off.
A: Alright.

Coming back from my pretend conversation with myself, maybe that ^^^ up there gave you an idea of what I'm like. 

Now, before I end today's spiel and hope that I can top my number of views from yesterday's number of 21 (the majority of which where Ashley) I'd like to elaborate on the interesting events of the day.

The short: Woke up, Count Chocula, Accounting, clothes shopping, Fable III.
The detail: On my way out of my apartment today, I noticed a Uhaul truck as I approached my Honda Civic LX '07 (<---my lover).  In the truck was a guy who reminded me of someone I once saw in a youtube video.  I casually said hi to be nice, seeing as he was going to be a neighbor soon, and continued to my car.  As the man said hi and proceeded to exit the end of the truck, he turned to me as I was getting into my car and said "Glad to see I'm not the only gamer here".

Now, I take pride in being a nerd/geek.  So much so, that I'd get pissed more if someone called me a not-geek than if they were to tell me they were going to remove my left testicle, but the statement made me stop and think.  "Do I just ooze an aura of games? Oh my God, do my clothes smell that bad? I did shower this morning right?" 

And then I looked down.  In my left hand, a Nintendo DS in a Pokemon case, wrapped in a game informer.  Mario Bros. boxers hanging out of my jeans.  A "For The Horde!" T-shirt.  A laptop in my right hand.  A mac sticker on my car.  I think that this may, hypothetically, have been a giveaway. 

WoW?" Followed by the NEVER failing question "What server?".  Five minutes later, I departed for work.

Now, this may not interest any of you, but when your day consists of 3 hours of school and 10 hours of work, it's the damn highlight of a lifetime.  Well, anywho, I need to go run Veeco and get to work on some of my Accounting II studying before I log onto Minecraft to play a bit with old boy Rob.

Adios.

Wednesday, in the week of El Diablo!

Ohh man, what a day. What a week!


I started this week thinking, "This is going to be one of the best weeks of my life! Fable III, Fallout: New Vegas still, first day at the second job on Friday! Yea, life's awesome!" This is where I went wrong in the first place...

That right there, ^^^ right above, that's called jinxing the hell out of yourself...let's start at Sunday:

Started the day well, had dinner with Ashley's mom, ran around doing nothing much for quite a while, then came back home to relax...in the dirtiest apartment on the planet.  The dirty part was heavily my fault, as I had over 3 to 4 people at my apartment each night from Blizzcon, so that didn't bother me all that much.  (Side note: I did the dishes) Busta came over after work, so he, Ashley, and I went to get some coffee.  We came back, played Resident Evil 5 for a while, then he went home.  After, I popped in Wayne's World (which was rented from Family Video) and fished in World of Warcraft (server Bloodhoof, real id is my email) then returned to Fallout: New Vegas till late at night.

Skipping all the boring stuff, Monday comes around. The usual, school, work, then after work.  I get off at 11pm and head strait to GameStop to pick up Fable III.  Kick it at home and play that for a while (Day 1 of asking Ashley to do the dishes)

Tuesday, the beginning of hell.  Accounting class, then more Fable III.  Going to work. I get to work and boom ton of shit for me to take care of, minus having to find time to squeeze in some studying.  Irritated as I am, Ashley starts the whole "We're going to get married and have kids" shit up again, which I tell her if she's that interested in children, she may want to find another significant other.  I ask her kindly to do the dishes and return the video that is due the next day, which (day 2 of dishes) didn't get touched until 12am when I returned home.  10pm rolls around...*riiiing*
Me: Hello?
Ashley: I just fucked my car up.
Me:...fantastic...on?
Ashley: I hit a rock.
Me: A rock?
Ashley: A boulder...
Me:...how bad?
Ashley: My whole passenger side it tore up.
Me: A boulder?
Ashley: I'm so pissed
Me:.......an immobile boulder?
Ashley: Yes.
Me: Fantastic...I'll check it out when I get home

As you could figure, being as broke as I am, I was less than thrilled about this news.  I got home, didn't get upset or anything, and looked at the car.  The scratch was purely cosmetic, though it did dent the side on the bottom.  Thinking positively, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't that big of a deal, we could spray a little anti-rust stuff on the tiny bit that the paint came off of and it'll be ok.

Wednesday, The Peak of El Diablo's Horn.
Ashley texts me, while I'm at work already.  Starts telling me, "Oh my Dad said the damage is about $2,000 worth." <----don't tell your boyfriend a number that large while he's at work ladies...remember cash is king to a man.
She continues to tell me that we're lucky because the deductible is ONLY $500...and it will involve an increase to the insurance premium.  Now, in case you are wondering, Ashley and I have separate insurance policies, but we share a bank account, so if money is spent, it comes from me as well as her.  She tells me that this NEEDS to get done.  I tell her all that NEEDS to be done is biological, but my comments lead me no where.  Obviously, a scratch on her car is worth every penny of <$500, and I get to pay for it.  Did I mention the fact that the only money that I have remaining is from a student loan?  And that I intended on using it to pay the loan back?  She tells me that she'll just put it on her credit card...that I also have to pay for.  As one could imagine, my frustration rises continuously now. 

To make things worse on this day, the bars I run through my large mill were being resilient, and caused me to hurt my wrist...which upset me even more...So, now for the conclusion of this tale...Tomorrow morning, there will be a trip made...where to you may ask? The bank! To open a new checking account to ensure that what she said was true! She can put it on HER credit card, and I don't have to deal with the bill!  I imagine that this will result in an argument tonight, but I could care less.  I've had juuuust about all I can take out of this relationship for a week, I believe I've earned what my father once called "Piss Off and Close the Door" time while I enjoy Fable III.

Well now that I've gotten all of that off of my chest, I believe I shall end this post for the day...I'll spend tomorrows post raving about Fable III most likely. That or advertising for a new room mate. Haha.