Hey, Joob!

What’s so great, might you ask?

I’M NOT DEAD!

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I made the mistake of picking up Skyrim again this weekend… I hadn’t played in months. I stopped playing shortly after I started because I got lost in the mountains trying to find the College of Winterhold and kept getting killed by characters at forts and these giants that had camps and stuff. My character was super weak and sh*tty because I just started the game and didn’t understand how to level her at first. This makes defeating bad guys extremely difficult.

Well.

I found out that I can hire a carriage to take me to cities I haven’t been to yet. It’s only 20 or 50 gold, too! (WHAT A STEAL!) Unfortunately, the game has resumed eating my life and it’s all I want to do. Why blog when I can become Arch Mage or head of an assassins guild, eh?

I still go out though, promise. I like to socialize with people other than the characters in the game.

Friday night I had a date night w/ Seth. We went to a super amazingly delicious restaurant we’d never been to before. It was “OMG I WISH I HAD COME HERE SOONER SO I COULD BE EATING THIS FOOD A SECOND TIME” level good. They seated us an hour later than our reservations, but gave us free alcohol and an appetizer. The deliciousness of the appetizer (sea scallops with a bacon glaze) was quality enough to distract me.

I even got dressed up and took pictures of myself before hand complete with editing to prove to the world that I can be pretty and girly sometimes.

I’m cute.
I play RPGs.
I deadlift.

So much winning in one person. Don’t worry, the pretty didn’t last long.

Saturday I went to a trailer trash themed lake party to which I rocked a bump-it, teal eyeshadow to my eyebrows, a nose ring (opposed to a stud), a stained t-shirt w/ cut off sleeves and tied to make into a belly shirt, and uber tight cuttoffs that were cut up to the pocket so my butt hung out. I wish I was kidding. I think there is a picture somewhere in the world. Don’t judge me, I had a bathing suit on underneath so my sluttiness seemed less outlandish.

The group I was with also made me look less outlandish. Complete with mutton chops, boxer jorts, flannel, hair curlers, wigs, and many a can of PBR.

Oh yeah. Last night I went back to the gym after a week off because I jacked up my low back putting groceries away. So lame. My gym mojo was pretty much zilch…. BLARGH. It’s always like that after time off, though. In an effort to rekindle my zeal, I went to the store and acquired materials to build my own suspension trainer according to this here tutorial. (Which actually uses Stevo‘s tutorial. Stevo is great. We went to college together – which makes me BFFs with him and his wife, Kelsey. I make a great third wheel.)

My lashing straps were too long like good-man Ross’s, so I cut them down to 9ft each and used the extra 3ft to make the foot holds. Good stuff.

Peace out cub scout(s). Or girl scout(s). I hold no gender biases.