Saturday, September 6, 2014

A Couple Weeks of Solitude

(The title of this entry is meant to be a reference to One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. But after typing the title I realized it just sounded like a regular statement so I needed to write this intro so you knew it was actually a reference to that book so you'd think I was smart or clever or something when I'm really not. It's a good book, though, by the way.)

My parents have been out of the country for the past couple weeks. I haven't wanted to announce that because there are some weirdos out there who have tracked me down before and they didn't need to know I was home alone. But my parents will be back around the time I post this. Even if they aren't, you should know I always have a pair of Colt Mark IV Series 80 pistols strapped to my thighs (like Lara Croft in Tomb Raider Anniversary). That last statement may or may not be true. I do live in Arkansas, after all, so it wouldn't be that out of character. Either way, do you really want to test it?

Anyway, these two weeks alone just happened to come at a time when I've had no other life obligations. As previously stated, I'm taking a break from my YouTube channel. A few weeks ago, I got word that the Answerly channel would be ending. Sam has been on vacation so we've taken the week off from recording a podcast. And I usually work with my dad a little during the week but, like I said, he's not even in the country, so that obviously hasn't been happening. So, yeah, no real obligations. Between school and work, I think this is the first time in my life this has happened since I've been, like, four years old. There have been other times in my life when I've had few obligations, but never none. So I decided to go against my workaholic nature and take this time decompress.

As an introvert, a big part of decompressing is keeping in-person social interactions to a minimum. Aside from checking out at the grocery store, I managed to have only two run-ins with other humans. One was on Labor Day when I volunteered at Heifer International, so I had to interact with guests for a few hours (which I'm counting as only one social interaction because it all sort of blurred together). Some of you may know what Heifer is because I believe a lot of people recently donated to it in honor of John Green's birthday or something. Anyway, it's headquartered in Little Rock and I volunteer there once a week. It's a great place, but I suck at explaining things, so here's the Wikipedia page for it.

The second social interaction I had was with a man who came to the house to drop off the lawnmower, which was awkward for everyone because I had no idea the lawnmower was even away being repaired. I was also in the middle of one of my famous day-long skincare treatments and was wearing one of my facial masks that makes me look like I'm doing blackface, and the guy was black so he probably thought I was a racist redneck who couldn't keep track of his lawnmower. (The pistols strapped to my thighs probably didn't help the redneck image. Which, like I said before, I may or may not actually have.)

Other than those two instances, I've spent the past couple weeks casually working on music, watching dozens of South Korean horror movies, reading Chelsea Handler's newest book, taking walks at night across the lit-up bridges downtown (see Instagram video), applying for a few jobs, making deviled eggs at midnight, and pacing the house while wondering what to do with my life.

To elaborate slightly on all those things, in order:
  • I forgot how much I hate my voice when I record music. But I do enjoy writing the songs, and I did get some vocals recorded to send to Sam, so hopefully we'll have new music out someday.
  • There's not much to say about watching South Korean horror movies because I watch them all the time even when I'm not home alone. I guess some would say it's dumb to continue watching horror movies while being home alone, but I think I'm missing whatever section of the brain deals with fear. Or common sense. Or both.
  • Chelsea Handler's newest book (Uganda Be Kidding Me) is better than I thought it would be. I loved her first two books, but didn't care for the third, so I think I assumed she'd lost her touch. I'm pleasantly surprised. It's also kind of nice to read a book outside of the Answerly channel and not have to worry whether or not the offensive parts are making other readers mad or making me look bad for choosing the book.
  • I'm used to walking across the bridges in downtown Little Rock during the day, but I hadn't walked across them at night since they put the lights on them. It was pretty hypnotizing and trippy, like how it looks going through wormholes in movies. Like Jodie Foster in Contact. Sadly for you, though, I did not get transported to another part of the galaxy.
  • Most of the jobs I applied for are in Austin, Texas. I think it'd be nice to live there.
  • The electricity briefly went out while I was making the deviled eggs at midnight. I'm an awful cook so I thought perhaps I had pissed off some evil spirit with my bad cooking. This mindset may be a direct result of me regularly watching ridiculous horror movies. The eggs actually weren't that bad, even though I had to substitute the mayonnaise in the recipe for Caesar dressing, which sounds weird but I found a recipe for it online after realizing we didn't have any mayonnaise.
  • I still don't know what to do with my life. But I've also come to the conclusion that nobody else really knows what they're doing, either, so it's really just a matter of deciding what's next.
Also, the transparent-y pink cover for my Chromebook came in the mail. It looks pretty fab now with the Hello Kitty stickers underneath. I guess everyone will now know who's the homo at the coffee shop (although my multiple phone charms and Girls' Generation ringtone probably already give me away).