Well, holy cats. It's been a long time since I blogged. I was busy hating myself and locking myself in my apartment to study for exams. I passed!!! In this time I had no social life nor did I do very much writing. I pretty much sucked at all things other than working, studying and not napping--hurray for my new love affair with chai tea.

February is over. Keeping with my New Year's Resolution I:

Week 1: On a freak occurrence that I got to get out of my apartment (I'd possibly given up on my studying at this point and thrown cares to the wind for one night), my friend Kim and I went out downtown with the intention of going dancing. Instead, we planted our butts in the same bar stools for 5 hours and talked to man old enough to be our father. This is not the new thing I did this month as hanging out with old dudes seems to be our thing. The bartender was playing the greatest mix of music of all time. This may have influenced what happened next. We told John, the old guy, about my New Year's resolution and he started making a list of things for me to do: sky diving, bungee jumping, wild things. I told him I was mostly just trying to go out of my comfort zone more often. Kim said I should talk to the bartender. John said I should give him my phone number. It was all a mess and terrifying. But I did it. I wrote my stupid phone number on a stupid napkin and slid it across the counter. He didn't call--I'm not surprised--he probably thought I was nuts. But I did it. This is lame but I felt so brave!
Additionally this week, I started playing volleyball with friends in Omaha's Gay/Lesbian/Transgender/Bisexual and FRIENDs (friend right here! me!) league. So much fun! The best competition of volleyball I've seen since high school. We aren't that great, but we're definitely the best dressed and have the most fun--we swing dance between sets and need to have an hour long high five practice because we suck at them.

Week 2: Suck it, B*tches I passed my tests. I skipped my Valentine's Day date with my favorite burrito van to stay home and study the night before and it was so worth it because I am dunzo with that test. Bam. I rock. It may have been the lucky underwear, it may have been my skills. Either way, it's over. Caput.

Week 3: Lackluster compared to weeks 1 and 2. I went out in West Omaha--I was quite out of my element. I survived it, I guess. I also tried a new restaurant: J Coco's. Delicious. And I went to Lincoln, to the Devaney Center wearing, not red, but black and gold to watch, not the Huskers, but the Iowa Hawkeyes. I was afraid either A: Hell would freeze over or B: I'd be struck by lightning. Neither occurred so the universe must have accepted my need to support my family over my state.

Week 4: I killed another fish--not new I know, just updating you. I got tons of people from all of my workout classes to go out for manicures, martinis, pizza and camaraderie and played shuffle board for the first time. I also went to this sweet restaurant in Lincoln with my brother. If you can't tell Tanner and I are related by looking at us, you can definitely tell by our obsession with hole-in-the-wall-eateries.