I start the day in a way that can only be described as heavenly. I made some perfectly cooked pancakes (mine are always exactly right) and ate them at my dining table. I'll take this moment to say that you may have noticed that I read my book for work at the table yesterday. That is correct. I bought the table and chairs yesterday, but I ended up being too grumpy to mention it in my entry, so I'm mentioning it today. This is the first time I've eaten at the table, as yesterday's sink fiasco left me too nauseated to eat before work. Stupid sink. That's not the point though, the point is that you are supposed to be sharing in my joy of having a table and no longer eating in the bathroom. And before you get all finicky and say, "You could've just eaten standing up, I'm tired of hearing you complain about eating in the bathroom," let me just say that A) What's with the attitude? B)You didn't hear anything, you read it C) Obviously I don't always make the best decisions ( I moved to SV w/o a job or a decent place to live, the "cottage" doesn't count as decent, believe me.) so it shouldn't be not too shocking that I ate in the bathroom for 4 days, and D) Can't you just be happy for me and my new dining set?
Moving on to a less touchy subject, I jogged to the gym again today. Is there a better way to spend my day off of work? Probably, but I didn't think of one. I figured, the quicker I build my fitness, the quicker I'll be a sports star and the quicker I'll get out of that one room shack I'm calling a home. That's right, my decisions do make sense... sometimes.
At the gym I decided that I'd try my hand at the treadmill again. It went better than the first few times, but I do not take back what I said about it being a death trap nor what I said about the man who invented it being insane. I may be able to tolerate it, but I am in no way in love the thing.
What I did find pleasing was that the only gym companion I had on my day off was this guy, Christopher Steel. I don't know him, nor do I care to, but I did hear that he was recently married. Ha. Sucker. I'm not going to get married any time in the near future, that's for sure.
After my little tete-a-tete with the treadmill, I headed over to a secluded room to dance. It was pretty fun- I'm a crummy dancer, but no one could see me and I think I probably burned a bunch of calories. My family would be proud (but not proud enough to write, I'm sure).
One can only dance for so long, I mean honestly, all that jumping around and wiggling your butt? Small doses only, people. This day off thing is nice and I have lots of time, but it's also a bit boring. So I head over to Cyclon3's because I figure that worse case scenario has me listening to the wonders of the color of black and/or the wonders of gardening and that is probably better than me gnawing my leg off in boredom. Probably.
On this visit to Cyclon3's house, he condescended to greet me himself. Sure he greeted me as the "rabid fitness chick", but I quickly corrected him, "It's actually the Hawker Fitness Chick now," and in my head added that he better buy me dinner to make it up to me.
We headed inside his house to watch some tv, or hang out or whatever, honestly I can't really remember because Cyclon3 had an accident and I'm trying to forget everything about the incident all together. I do feel a little bad for him, though, I mean, yes now I need to wash my eyes out with soap and I may have developed PTSD from the incident, but it was very embarrassing for him, too, and in front of his roommate no less.
He's probably grateful that the only other roommate that was home was engaged in other activities at the time and didn't notice. Me? I think it's sad to see two young people with bright futures wasting their time on a relationship that is doomed to fail. I mean seriously, that Xander Clavell guy still lives with his parents and that's not gonna change any time soon. Wait, did I say parents? I mean mom, his dad died a few days ago. Well that's the talk of the stadium at least. Monica's usually not wrong with her gossip that lady knows all kinds of things- I think the toddlers dish to her while they're at the stadium.
Needless to say, Cyclon3 scurried off to shower and change after his accident. I started to feel genuinely bad for him (and extremely bored) so I chased him down and offered to let him buy me dinner. Did I think he would? Not really, he did after all call me rabid earlier. It seems, though, that after having an embarrassing incident in front of me, he probably lowered his standards and once rabid ladies are not acceptable to him. Well, I guess that's just a convoluted way to say that I got a free dinner tonight. Oh yeah.
After dinner we chatted it up a bit, mainly swapping horrible jokes and then finished with an agreement to hang out sometime. Cyclon3's a pretty cool guy, if you can get past the self-wetting and random personal information he spews.
We actually didn't leave the restaurant until after 1 am and I was exhausted! So I headed home and now I'm going to bed.
The lady who's ready to go back to work tomorrow,
Lynn Winslow
You know, you've really found your thing, Riss. You write this SO well, and I'm constantly giggling and wanting to know what happens next, despite it chronicling the fairly boring life of your self-sim. Keep it up, 'cause I'm loving it. :D
ReplyDeleteI can tell you're having fun with this. I can also smell the brain fry all the way out here. Don't burn out! I might want more chapters!
ReplyDeleteBrain Fry? Lita! How can you say that? Is it perhaps because I haven't even played a week of our little founder and I've already been playing her for a few days? Or is it because you know that every single day that she lives= about 40 min of play time (pictures make it take longer than normal) and then 30+ minutes of writing?
ReplyDeleteYes, my brain could fry- BUT I'm going to try very hard not to let it, and whenever I quit the game I've been taking the pics out of the screenshots and adding them to a folder that labels which day they are. So hopefully I'll be able to come back to it even if my brain does fry.
I had a sim-related panic attack last night as I was falling asleep, it went something like this:
Oh my goodness! For as long as it's taking me to write all of this, she is never going to get married or have children. It'll be chapter 100 before she even dies! How can I be okay with writing 100+ chapters of each sims life? *gasp* But then I calmed down a bit- the chapters aren't terribly long, and I'm only writing their diaries until they pass heirship on to their kids, so I don't actually write all 100 days of their lives, just their pre-parenting and parenting years. *phew* Like I said on their page though, the DOARS might end up puting several days together or skip days, or I might make extremely boring days shorter. We'll see.
Point is: I hate doing dishes everyday and yet I do, so I think I can probably force myself to eek out a chapter for each day of gameplay.... maybe. I'm going to try.
This chapter was hilarious! Complete with a self-wetting incident! I'm not entirely sure what Lynn sees in this Cyclone. Perhaps he's single without kids? Ha!
ReplyDeleteLol! Well, that's what I see in Cyclon3, not sure about her, though. :) I'm pretty sure she doesn't see anything in him. Which makes it really hard to write, because I kind of feel like they'll never get together... lol. BUT, they do get along very well and as soon as they spent time together they became friends pretty quickly and then good friends, and then she did get the want to be best friends with him, which is excellent.
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