Everything has come to a screeching halt. The burned rubber smell on the concrete is actually, in my case, the intensity of frosty tiger balm mintiness overpowering my nasal cavity, as it radiates furiously off of my wrist. My wrist? Why yes... my left wrist. The one that developed tendonitis from work.
But it was worth it. Because now I have my museum, my shop, my upgraded house, a new island resident, a bridge, ladder, new fruit trees sprouting, made my dope Junji Ito windbreaker in the pro custom design thingie, my house has cute wallpaper and floors, and I'm pretty much all caught up with errands and tasks in Animal Crossing New Horizons. So.
I am... like many (but unfortunately not all) people in the U.S., bound by law to stay home. This is how my dive into isolation began;
These were night time pancakes. I got the recipe from a friend's sister who made them for us while we were in Hawai'i, and was craving some. They're the best fucking pancakes ever.
There was enough for 12. And generally, I don't care much for pancakes because to me, they don't really taste like anything unless you put syrup on them. And I don't like syrup. Too sweet. But these are vanilla and are slightly sweetened and super buttery and they're amazing and mmpf.*chef's kiss*
Thank you, qorl. Your pancakes are da bess.
There will also be lots of photos in weird lighting because, my desk is my happy place. And I do most of my hobbies at my desk. So.
SPEAKING OF HOBBIES
Before everything came to screeching halt, I'd been doing horrific visions in WoW trying to get the mail muncher mount. I've already given up on the K'uddly pet. He's like .02% drop rate. I'm over it. So, as I do with other stuff I can't acquire but want enough... I started making a clay version of it.
I forgot about the wire frame part and had to maneuver that in there. It sucked. But now it's poseable. But, like I said... screeching halt. I had to get ready for my math class.
Oh, and my housemate had brought home lemons she received as a gift. And when life gives ya lemons, ya make
lemonade with too much vodka in it :D
All that vitamin C though. A great recipe for a quarantini. The sky was overcast, no sounds outside, our pool, desolate.
It's perfect.
I may or may not have been buzzed during my evening math class.
Everyone copes in their own way.
*screeching halt*
Thursday evening.
Animal Crossing.
Leftovers.
Cool lighting in my room.
Everyone leave me alone forever.
I was in heaven.
Granted, I haven't played New Leaf. So like, all the Isabelle memes go right over my head... I never bothered to get a Wii. Um, Pocket Camp, Wild World, and og Animal Crossing.. those I did play like a coked out gremlin.
Note* - I don't own game consoles. I just don't want any. The idea that a console is made only for games seems backwards in comparison to a PC. Like, I can't go from my PC where I do all of my gaming, writing, browsing, photo stuff, entertainment... to a console that tries to mimic that except does worse because I'd have to get a keyboard to type to people on it anyway? If not that, then resort to speaking to them. Like, no. I'm good.
Console exclusives... I can live with that. I mean, there are membership services that make it so that I can play those titles on PC anyway, so .... I haven't found a good enough reason to justify getting consoles. I rather upgrade my PC.
There you have it. I only fuck with computers.
Well, until recently. Lol, I was in zero rush to get a Switch Lite. But, seeing as how I'm virtually breathing nothing but tiger balm fumes because of my wrist, it's a good thing my Chicken is as snobby as he is lol. I'm grateful to him! But I'm being careful. He says this wouldn't have happened if I had preferred a regular switch because of the joy cons, but ... I don't like the Switch. It's chonky. The joy cons are... unflattering. The dock... exists. And I much prefer the comfort of snuggling in bed with my tiny Switch Lite.
If women are allowed to corset train to 16 inch waists, then I'm allowed to over-do it a bit with my wrist and play AC 8 hours straight.
On Friday evening, we held our movie night. It was cute.
This especially because, I don't... I'm..... not the most social person. I have discord, but never used it. I've tried to join servers to motivate myself to be more proactive, but they're overwhelming and keeping up with conversations is exhausting. So I just don't bother. It's probably why watching people on Twitch is just.... grossly unappealing to me. I just... I don't care. I don't care for the chat, or what anyone has to say. I rather be by myself, free of dialog driven obligations or opinions. I don't MIND engaging. Like if someone asks me stuff, it's fine. It doesn't bother me. But conversation becoming a constant throughout my day while I'm trying to focus on something is not an attractive routine to me.
So how am I doing throughout all this isolation stuff? I'm actually fantastic. While I miss Chicken because he has to work from his office set up at his place, I'm ... wonderful. No cabin fever, no weird pacing around or loneliness.
PSYCHOLOGY-ISH THINGS TIME:
So, I've noticed, in my adulthood, that often times, people don't wanna go home. And, to me, that's alien. Like, why not? I'm talking adults who have their own lives away from parents. And.... that's fascinating to me, because more often than not, all I ever want is to go home. I don't know their reasons, but sometimes I wonder if it's because... for as long as I've been able to... my area... my space where I spend a lot of my time... I made it exactly to my comforts and liking. My room is littered with ... posters, figures, craft stuff, decor... of things that make me happy and that I love. It's almost alive. Like, I turn around, and see my standee of my Guild Wars necromancer holding ALL of my convention lanyards from way back in 2012. Gifts, projects, even my bed is a reflection of what I love. So I come in here, and it makes me happy.
Ironically, I'm not a materialistic person. Experiences are my preference. But funny enough, those experiences often times come with a souvenir. One example I find intriguing was a coworker told me that they aren't a "stuff" person. As in they don't just have stuff. This was after I told them that instead of getting a Switch, I bought the Lilith statue lmao. They were baffled. Almost in utter disbelief that I would rather get a statue than a console. Which... therein demonstrates not only my stubborn commitment to my computer lol, but also my admiration for adorning my space with beautiful things. This statue marks the most awesome Blizzcon we've had. The people I know who worked on her. The inside jokes between me and friends. And her sheer beauty. I can add her to my spooky waifu collection (which is small because DESIGNERS ARE SLEEPING ON SPOOKS).
Anywho... I am under the impression that if people took the time to invest in making their spaces truly theirs, a mirror of everything that they love, maybe isolation wouldn't be as much of a challenge. But this... coming from a natural hermit... I could be way off. And perhaps I simply just don't understand not wanting to go home. I mean... I felt that way before, but that was in like... high school lol.
My housemate is also pretty antisocial. Except she reads. And her deadpan humor sometimes splits my sides from laughter so it's probably for the best, because not everyone can appreciate sarcasm as a constant. Which is so unfortunate.
Anyway. Um. I don't think that was as psyche-y as I thought it was? Probably just me overthinking. Or making up stuff from details I notice to try to understand something. I'm probably entirely wrong.
um either way. I'm great!
I hope everyone else is doing alright. Shit is wack. I mean, I'm fine lol, but it's kinda lame that I can't just go sit inside Seoul Street's shop and chill with them. Or get galbi jjim at Sun Nong Dan. THAT'S what I'm most bummed about. But... oh well.
BACK TO VIDEO GAMES and maybe homework :B
be safe peeps, and don't go out unless you have to gdi