So what have I been doing since Weird Al?
Well working, mostly, and playing Minecraft as of about two weeks ago.
I finally beat Assassin's Creed (the first one) which was one of the most frustrating games I've ever played. And yes, everyone has already told me the second is better and I shouldn't have even bothered with the first one.
It was super repetitive. Climb to the top of this building, jump down, save some citizens, stab a dude or two in the neck. Not to mention the fact that Altair CAN'T FACKING SWIM. Now there aren't a lot of places that this matters unless you're trying to get every viewpoint in the game. There is one viewpoint in the middle of a harbor and the only way to get to it is navigating the docks (which have been conveniently filled by the game designers with drunks who will push you into the water, thanks assholes) and then hopping on posts and boats till you finally manage to not fall in the water by hitting the edge of the view point wrong.
Luckily, I've been told in Assassin's Creed 2 that you can swim. Good to know someone was like "Yeah that was probably a dumb thing to not do in the first one." Or maybe enough people were as frustrated as me by it that they felt obligated to add it in.
So other than my gaming frustrations I started going to the gym (after my ankle healed from my trip down the steps before Weird Al, of course). Now I know I don't need to lose weight, and I know I'm pretty skinny already, but I needed to get to a gym because I may be skinny but I am NOT in shape. I couldn't walk up two flights of stairs without getting winded before I started going.
Also, I have a great fear of getting a super saggy, old lady butt.
I'd never really gone to a gym before. I kept putting it off or avoiding it because I was nervous of people possibly ~looking at me~ while I work out because I'm crazy. So I researched gyms and chose the YMCA not far from my house because, according to reviews, it's not filled with meatheads who will try and hit on you (unlike the reviews for the other gym I was looking at). So after a month or so of deciding "I'm going to join that gym" I finally went and signed up. Then put off going because I needed to get a sports bra. Then hurt my ankle and didn't go for two more weeks.
Yeah I know excuses excuses.
But I went, and I was fine, and no one talked to me and no one (as far as I could tell) was looking at me or judging how I did my workout. And even though I felt like I was going to die after 10 minutes on the elliptical on the easiest level, the 70 year old man hauling ass on the machine next to mine on level 18 encouraged me that if he can do it, then so can I.
And now, 3 nights a week, I go to the gym and run on that elliptical for 25 minutes.
Maybe someday I'll move up to 30.