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pbandjesse · 2 years

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I had a good day! I never actually took a nap but I don't feel horrible. I had a good day and felt good. Though it would get to warm and I didn't love that. But for the majority of the day I was feeling good.

I slept okay and when I woke up I was pretty happy. I liked my outfit and I felt cute. My hair was kind of stuff but looked cute. James said I was so pretty. And that felt nice.

We were about to leave when James realized they couldn't find their wallet and there was a few minutes of panic but it was found inside the hat they wore yesterday in our room and everything was alright again. James was a little overly stressed. And I think that effected me because I got very mad when we were getting breakfast because it was the same guy from before that said he can't take the meat off the number 2 ( the cheaper sandwich) and would only put it for a number 1 (almost $2 more). And I literally yelled over James and said you absolutely can put it in as a number 2! And I was slightly embarrassed but mostly I was just mad because every other person I've ever had puts in it correctly. And I was just not thrilled with this person. Whatever.

We got to the museum and I calmed down. We got everything set up. And I got to work on my loom.

There was a lot of drama and gossiping today. Drama when a tent rental company who was coming for the wedding tonight came at 9 am. When they weren't supposed to come until 3. And they tried to bully the nice Mexican ladies and James had to run and go try to figure out what was happening. It was a mess. But it was handled by James and Ann and Stanley as best they could.

But then there were slight snotty emails about it after. And just general gossip about shitty behavior. And people deciding they will be retiring and me being like. Maybe I get your job in a year??? Who knows what will actually happen. But then there was also Ann finding out I only get paid when she goes home. Which she did not know was the set up and felt so bad! And I was like no it's okay! You didn't know! So now she wants to get them to pay me so maybe she'll say something.

I had a good time at the market though! I got all caught up on my knitting. I sewed two new bears. I made a bunch of sales! Half price bears still going good but I also sold a totebag and a few other things and that was just really encouraging and good.

And then Ellen and her boyfriend were there!! I was so glad I got to say goodbye to her again. And she got to say goodbye to market people and James. And I got to meet her boyfriend and he bought one of my bat prints which I don't think I've ever sold before so that was cool!

And best of all I got to give her one of the bridesmaid pins that I got for the girls. And I explained why I got them and what they mean to for me and she got a little teary and I told her even though she won't be there that that doesn't change how important she is to me. And it was just such a nice way to be able to say goodbye.

But there should be no crying at the market. So she headed out. With lots of love.

I spent the rest of the morning just enjoying the weather even though it was a little to warm. I enjoyed working on my arts and chatting with Ann. And I met the new vender who is an older gay man who makes driftwood planters. He also has psoriasis and we compared out spots and he was really nice. I hope he comes back.

At 1 I packed up. I wanted to buy a flower from Helen but she just gave it to me even though I kept trying to give her my money. But then I went inside to say goodbye to James and they had gotten me a whole bouquet of flowers!! They are such a beautiful saturated color that really reminds me of James and that was just so thoughtful.

After I said goodbye to James I headed out. I was to hot and getting tired. But I was happy.

I got something in my eye on the way home and was having some trouble keeping my eye open for a little but it was fine and I made it home in one piece.

I got up here and I put everything that needed to go in water in water. Trimmed the ends on an angle like I learned, leaves above the water. And I changed into a lighter dress before having a little lunch. It was a good day.

I attempted to wash all the hammocks in the tub and it went okay. They are hanging on the fire escape to dry before I pack them up. But then I tried to wash my camp pillow and my two stuffed animals and it went so poorly. They became so stupid heavy and the water got all brown and I just got everything in the bathroom wet. So I failed. James said they will wash them in the machine instead and it will be okay but man I felt stupid and overheated and tired.

After picking up the apartment a little I laid down. I wouldn't sleep, just scrolled on my phone. But it was nice resting.

James would get home not long after I moved back to the living room. They would change our sheets and put the new duvet on before they went to start laundry and then they made us a fabulous dinner. The corn was very good and the fancy spicy topping on it was great. I love them so much.

I would spent a lot of time going through my clothes. I am not done for sure. But I started with sweaters. I have so many sweaters. And like. I do wear them. I chose like 5 to get rid of but I still had. So many. It's because I don't really wear shirts. I just wear sweatshirts all winter. I only have 3 long sleeve shirts. But still I have so many. So I decided to just pick out a few favorites to have in my closet for now and the rest are under the bed in my drawer.

And then I started going through my storage clothes. And everything hanging in my closet. And things were hard. I have a lot of stress tired up in my clothes right now. A lot of guilt.

I think this very hard because like I was very happy with my wardrobe on the spring. And then summer kind of made me feel weird about all the stuff I have that I didn't wear. And it's always hard to think about being cold when it's still warm out so I don't want to get rid of thing I might need. So I was frustrated. And guilty. And I had to talk through that with James.

I just hate having so much stuff. I also love so many of my things. But I did do an pretty good job being realistic. I didn't get rid of as many shoes as I probably could. Butbi got rid of 5 pairs and that is not nothing. And I got rid of a bunch of other stuff and that felt good. I paired down my closet a lot and will keep trying to pare down. Because I want to wear my peieced more, and get a better cost per wear, so I think streamlining my wardrobe is a good way to start.

I took a bath soon after finishing that. Washed my hair. I did my eyebrows a little. And now we are in bed chatting. Jess just showed me some stuff form Scotland. I know her trip wasn't perfect but I'm glad it was beautiful at least.

I have the next two days off and I am so excited to have no expectations and just time to be by myself in our apartment. I hope it's just. A great day. For you as well!

Sleep good my friends. Love you all so much.

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lalka-laski · 2 years

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1. Museum date or aquarium date? Why? I love museums and make a point to visit one whenever I'm in a new city. But I've never been to an aquarium so I could see that being fun and interesting.

2. Describe your favorite type of weather. This exact weather we have right now. Sunny and blue skies but the air is crisp

3. Name a subject/topic you know a lot about. David Bowie

4. Do you have any friends or know anyone with the same name as you? I know plenty of other Elizabeths

5. What’s something most people love that you hate? Birthday cake? I don't HATE it but I don't think it's good.

6. Who knows the most about you personally? Glenn or my sisters

7. If you could create ANY mix-up or mythical animal and have it be brought to life, what would it be? I just want fairies to be real

8. Do you think everyone in our lives serves a purpose, or are some people just there? I like to think that everyone teaches us a lesson but sometimes that lesson is a painful one. Some people are only here to teach us how to handle hurt.

9. How do you feel about getting your picture taken? I hate it. And I especially hate when people don't respect my wishes and insist on taking my photo anyways.

10. Any guilty pleasure/s? I don't feel guilt about anything I enjoy. Oh wait, maybe alcohol

11. What is your favorite Studio Ghibli film and why? I've never seen any but Glenn always talks about them. They look beautiful just not really my cup of tea.

12. Do you always make eye contact with people when you’re speaking to them? No I'm kind of bad at that

13. Have you ever self-harmed? You could say that...

14. What’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? All compliments are sacred to me. Truly. I cherish them all and replay them in my head for ages.

15. Have you felt butterflies in your stomach today? Yeah, but not the good kind.

16. Did anyone/anything get on your nerves today? I woke up irritable about my life in general, my current status with Glenn, and the fact that I had to go to work today

17. Is there something you currently want, that you can’t have? Oh yes

18. Who was the last person to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable? I usually do that to myself

19. Think of the last film you watched. Who was your favorite character in it? It was called Love Hard on Netflix, and I actually fell asleep before I finished it. I can't say I had a favorite character though. 20. What are you known for? My bubbly personality, my blonde hair, my pink obsession

21. What is something you are skeptical about? Why anyone would love me, ha

22.If you have a job, do you prefer morning shifts or evening shifts? I work the morning shifts and as grueling as they can be, I prefer getting out of work earlier in the day. But I would like a little more of a "normal" schedule if I could

23. What is something you are most confident about? How about something you’re really insecure about? I don't have much to feel confident about these days. But a whole lot to be insecure about...

24. What do you think in general of girls with short hair? How about guys with long hair? I don’t care either way. You do you.

25. With films in languages you do not speak, do you prefer a dub or a subtitle? Subtitles. Dubs are just kinda weird and unnecessary.

26. If you wear makeup, what are your preferred brands? Clinique & Tarte are two of my favorites. And I've been buying a lot of ELF lately just because it's cheap. The quality is not bad!

27. What part of a person’s body do you usually find the most attractive? Nice eyes and smile

28. What/which music are you currently listening to? Nothing at the moment

29. Do you find smoking unattractive? Kinda. SOME people can pull it off and make it look sexy and alluring.

30. What was the last thing you looked up on Google? I can't remember

31. What is the 10th picture in your phone gallery? I don’t feel like checking

32. Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color? Not really

33. What job would you be terrible at and what job would you be good at? An ornithologist because I'm terrified of birds. As for what I'd be good at uhh... I'm good at this and nannying.

34. Do you think forgiveness is mandatory to move on from something? This is tricky. Some people believe you need to release your bitterness in order to fully move on from something/someone, but I don't know if I buy that. If someone completely wronged you, it's not unreasonable to spend the rest of your life disliking them. Just as long as that disdain doesn't inhibit YOU from living a good life.

35. What did you think was cool when you were younger? Frosted tips :D

36. Is there a place that makes you sad to return to? Yep...

37. What’s the best advice anyone has ever given you? I’ve received (and ignored) a lot of good advice...

38. Have you ever treated someone badly just because someone else treated you badly? Not intentionally

39. What’s your favorite lyric from your favorite song right now? I haven't been listening to music much lately. Thanks, depression!

40. What was the last thing that completely took your breath away? Blah...

41. Is it true that if you can’t love yourself, you can’t love another? No! I hate that sentiment.

42. What’s the most positive thing you could say to yourself right now? Ugh. I guess the best thing I have going for me right now is that Glenn finally broke his silence to me this morning and we had a short convo. So we're moving in the right direction it seems...

43. What time of the day feels the most magical to you? Bedtime

44. Were you a cute baby? Yeah, I was 45. Is there something you wish you had said sorry for, but never did? Probably

46. What is any creative talent you wish you had? The ability to sing and/or play an instrument

47. Do you think you’d make a good teacher? Why or why not? Well I know for a fact I'm good with kids. But I couldn't handle the other responsibilities of being a teacher (answering to parents, other faculty etc) 48. Do you think it’s possible to fix a “broken” relationship? Well sure

49. If you chose to get a tattoo what would it be and where would you want it? A North Star on my wrist

50. When was the last time you stayed up past midnight and what were you up to? I've been falling asleep way way earlier than that lately

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matthillica · 3 years

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Pandemic - Day 355

This week marks 1 year since Covid was declared a Pandemic in the US.

As things began to shut down and the world changed before our eyes last March, I picked up this blog again thinking it would be interesting to document. At the time, although we hadn't told anyone yet, my wife was three months pregnant with our second child. My daughter was about to turn two. What better way, I thought, to show my kids what Covid was like than to document the pandemic's course as we muddled our way through daily uncertainty.

What I hadn't counted on was the duration and depth of the pandemic. I figured we'd be locked down in quarantine for three months, tops… maybe six if things were handled poorly.

As the novelty of Covid and prepping pantries and Covid memes began to wear off, we learned more about how Covid is actually transmitted. That meant aspects of our lives went back to normal while other abnormal aspects became second nature. Fear subsided, somewhat. I no longer stressed as much about grocery store trips. We still wear masks everywhere, but aren't afraid of Covid lurking behind every corner. For the most part, we understand that by taking a few simple steps, we can protect ourselves and our family from this disease.

Then in May came George Floyd, which took a world already turned on its head and lit a fire underneath it. A summer of protests against police brutality followed, then the politicization of masks, racial tension, and the most heated election cycle in my memory, all capped off by a coup attempt… the year we found ourselves living through became about so much more than just a pandemic.

The overwhelming was soon mired in disinformation and propaganda and the overwhelming-ness of it all became too overwhelming to even care about documenting, even for posterity.

I quit updating. Who gave a shit anyway? Certainly not me. I had bigger fish to fry than documenting the slow motion train wreck. I shared pics from my Instagram when I felt like it. I helped my Mom move from Kansas to Atlanta and then we packed up and moved to a new house ourselves. This was a welcome distraction from the horrible world, but Covid never really leaves your consciousness. It's always there, especially in weird, unexpected moments. This guy is trying to talk to me and he's getting too close but I don't want to offend him. I just filled up with gas and I'm all out of hand sanitizer, so I drive home reminding myself not to touch my face for the entire 15 minute ride. Mom wants to go to the salon, but I’m worried about exposure because my wife and her father are both high risk and I’m afraid to offend her by saying something. You're always thinking about it. How could you not? Covid is always there, always forcing you to adjust your life and habits around it.

With over 500,000 dead at this point in the US alone, the story of our little pandemic lives seemed so miniscule and, quite frankly, blessed. Sure, we'd lost income due to my unemployment, but our family managed to stay healthy (so far) and happy and together. We had it so much better than so many.

But then I have days like today where small things just rip me apart.

I got my car stuck in the mud in our backyard trying to unload a toolbox in our basement the other day and now I can't get it out of the goddamn grass. It's now sat there for three days while I waited for the ground to dry out so I could try again. I decided this morning to try and get it out by laying a cardboard path of old moving boxes. It was a massive failure that only succeeded in creating more muddy ruts, my car even more stuck now than it was this morning.

I sat in my driver's seat this morning… yelling at my stupid tires and two-wheel-drive, pounding on the steering wheel; the weight of all these little thoughts and worries crashing in around me. My daughter's entire second year was spent inside a fucking house. My son is already getting his first teeth and has only met six people. My hands have been cracked and bleeding for 12 months from constant hand washing. I haven't had a haircut in a year. I haven't seen some of my closest friends in over a year. I have a niece in Las Vegas who I was supposed to meet in March 2020 when she was four months old… now she's walking and talking. My friend lost her uncle and father to Covid in the same month. My other friend has been suffering with Covid for almost two months. My brother caught Covid in September shadowing home inspections to become a certified inspector because MGM’s shows were all closed. I haven't seen my father in a year and he’s 71 and lives by himself. The last time we were together (a year ago this week) he helped me buy a handgun for protection. Political division, social unrest, and America's tenuous grip on democracy. What kind of world did I just bring children into? Are we gonna make it?

I know there is light, but there are days when it still feels pretty damn dark.

And I guess that's where I'm at, mentally speaking. Exhausted. Sad. Grateful. So incredibly grateful. Even when the exhaustion takes over and guts me, I remind myself to be grateful. I'm grateful that the pandemic hasn't been worse for us as it has for so many others. I'm grateful that I've been able to cobble together an income off freelance work. I'm grateful that my kids are happy and healthy, not to mention too young to remember any of this shit once it's over. I’m grateful that I've learned to cook. I'm grateful that my wife and I still love each other. I'm grateful for family who have helped us navigate being working parents without daycare. I'm grateful that my parents and my wife's parents have been vaccinated. I'm grateful that now an end is in sight. When that end will be for us, I'm still not sure, but at least we know it's coming. And for that, I am grateful.

Now we brace for a return to "normalcy", whatever that means… and however long it takes. A regular topic of conversation in my house is what the first restaurant we eat inside will be. Or what vacation we'll take first. These all still feel very aspirational to me, but at least we're aspiring, I guess. In my mind, I'm ready to burst out of my unfinished basement office and folding table desk to tackle the world again. I'm ready to dive into another marketing department somewhere, go see a concert in the front row, take my kid to the aquarium so she can see the fish she only remembers from pictures. In my mind, I'm ready for all of these things and telling myself that attitude is everything.

But in my heart I know that it will probably be a long time before I can eat comfortably at a restaurant again, stand next to a stranger on a train, or sit in an airplane with other passengers without it doing a number on my head. In my heart I know that the first time I experience live music again, go to a museum, watch my child take in the majesty of a real shark, or feel the hug of a friend I've only seen over Zoom for 12+ months, I will be reduced to a puddle. And that's OK. I expect there are many, many others who feel exactly the same way and will be going through the same thing.

Still, if there's one thing the last year has taught me, it's that the abyss of the unknown is crossable and I'm ready to cross it, for better or for worse.

#Pandemic TheRona Covid-19 Lockdown

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wiipes · 4 years

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Exploring W/ Waiola & Friends

"Hello everyone! I'm back with my girlfriend, Sara, her brother, Frankie, our friend Tino and today we'll be exploring an abandoned house!" Waiola sits on a ledge with her three friends, smiling widely at the camera set up.

"But that's not all!" Tino interrupts her surprise, jump scaring them all. Sara shoved at him, managing to knock him off the ledge they were on.

"That's right, as a bonus, we were going to explore some sewer tunnels, or at least that's what we think they are." The main host of the channel completes the surprise that Tino tried to ruin.

"So while there's still sun around, let's get to it!" Waiola cheers with her friends, all of them rushing the camera.

A transition into the next scene, edited beautifully by a good friend who would rather remain anonymous, revealed the gang walking in a line on a back road, trees decorating the edge of the frame. Chatter echoed a little, coming from these four teenagers. "Tino, you're a clown if I've ever seen one." And they were ganging up on Tino being the wildest one in the group.

"No, he's the whole circus, Way."

They giggle as Tino threatened them, "if you guys don't stop I'll have to remove your femurs, losers."

"Not if I do it first," Frankie's response was as fast as he heard it.

"Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise."

The four teenagers banter like this as the time passed, and not long came before a large house came into their line of vision. Waiola lifts the camera, zooming for a better look at it.

"For a bit of backstory, this house was built for, like, the mayor for our town, way back when it was built. About a hundred years or so, I think. But no one has lived in it for a good decade, for sure." Waiola starts to speak, almost as if it was natural information. Maybe it was.

"No abandoned house looks that good, I'm just saying." Frankie comments, the camera catching a concentrated boy pondering on the outward appearance of the house.

"It's kinda like a museum, Frank. You want tourism to have a leg to stand on? Have something old and touchable, maintain it. I'm just saying, the history teacher went over this like a few days ago." She told him, him rubbing his chin like a philosopher.

"Guys guys guys guys, get in the trees!" Sara hisses, pushing everyone into the wilderness beside them. Everyone panics but stays quiet, watching as an old car wheezes past their line of sight. Several minutes pass, the frame jumping to the scene of them walking again, but dodging trees in their way.

"Tell the viewers what happened, Tino," a voice that's not Waiola, presumably Frankie's, points the camera at the boy. He looks right into the lens as much as he cans, trying to talk in a quiet yet loud voice, if that makes sense.

"So, we found out that the car that passed by us is doing something at the mayor's house. However, because Frankie said we came out all the way out here we might as well-"

"-hold on, I said that? I'm pretty sure it was you, Tino."

"Pretty sure isn't fact, Franklin, and fact is you said that-"

"-Fact is you're a pussy-"

"-you said that we should continue."

Waiola smacks them both on the head, taking the camera away and facing it towards the whole group walking. "Someone complained about how far we came out, so we're going to commit a crime because they didn't want to leave without that. After that, sewers." She finished talking and the screen faded to a different picture.

A picture of the old, yet refined, house that was originally a mayor's home. The white has yet to be repainted, so it looks like an old pale yellow on the outside. Vines curl around the pillars supporting the porch roof. The porch steps seemed to have sported thousands of feet, whether that is true or not, that's left to the porch steps. Window panes gathered dust, or better yet, the window frames are left paneless. The roof looked like someone belly-flopped out of the sky and onto the poor thing.

Needless to say, withering with class.

A shot of the group of friends flashes onto the frame, posing in front of a sign, Carmine Cabins, the official name of the lot.

It transitions over to silent footage of the girls peeking over the bushes, spotting no cars sitting in the gravel. "Alright, we'll check the place for outside cameras, Tino, hold the camera." With that, Waiola and Sara run, ducking well beneath the green hedges surrounding it.

Frankie pulls out puns out of his ass for a solid minute or two before they return, panting ever so slightly. Sara catches her breath first, "no cameras, an opening behind the house, but I'm pretty sure someone is inside."

Tino and Frankie share a look, "you sure there's a person in there?"

"Even if its not fact, I thought I heard someone. Then again, it could've been y'all two I was hearing." Sara started to doubt herself, checking the fresh memory in her brain but everyone starts moving before she's comfortable in that self-doubt.

They try not to crunch too many leaves or branches, but sometimes it can't be helped. Neither can Tino's smartass, apparently, as Waiola smacked him for the third time that day.

"So if we can get in there, then that'll be step one of this be gay do crime agenda, and we can satisfy one demographic of my followers." She flashes a thumbs up to the camera, pointing the camera at her friends as they pull themselves into the house through a somewhat large window. She hands it to her girlfriend, and she slips through as well.

"We're going to have to be quiet for now, so, sorry for no commentary." Waiola whispers, winking at the camera and it fades to a black screen.

The black screen evolves into a scene where Waiola is pointing the camera at Frankie, who's face was utter fear. He mouths some words she doesn't catch. He then makes a running gesture and she agrees, everyone following in suite, quietly though of course. As Tino, the last one to jump out of the window, hits the ground, a shot is released in the air.

"Run!" They shout at him in whispers, dashing for it in the direction of the nearby sewers.

Waiola's lungs burned in her chest, not able to swallow or breathe, and her legs wanted to fall off but they can do that when they're ankle-deep in shit-water. The camera has a view of swinging, thanks to Frankie's expert handling of the camera.

She hears another shot go off, and she ushers them to head down the sloping hill, into the sewer tunnel. Grass is ripped up as they slide down and splash not so gracefully into the tunnel, hiding out in there. They all cover their mouths, leaning against the sewer walls, a little reluctantly.

The group hears one more shot in the distance, before Waiola motions for them to pull out their flashlights out of their packs.

"Alright, time for some sewer exploring, wish us luck!" Waiola smiles tiredly at the camera.

The scene fades seamlessly into a shot of Sara leaning against the wall, holding her leg, and Waiola, the dutiful lover, is worrying over her like mad. "Are you sure we can keep going?" She asks, turning to look over her shoulder to shout at the boys.

"Its a cramp, Way, not some open wound fermenting in sewer water."

"Still! We should be cautious," with that, Waiola then had Tino carry her knapsack while she carried her girlfriend. Yes, she cringed when her wet shoes touched her legs but it was worth it to her, knowing she wasn't hurting herself.

"Alright, I'm tired of this shit."

"Haha, too bad. You're the one who said we had to go to the house, you get to suffer." Tino pouted, flashing the pathway with two flashlights.

The screen fades again, but this time, they're out of the sewers and on the road again, but they're in town, well, the old version of it. "Okay," Waiola huffs, seeming to be in a mood, "the boys were complaining, and what with the guy with the gun, we decided twenty minutes walking in the sewers was enough for the day. Be back in a second with the outro!" She pants, flashing a peace sign at the camera Frankie was holding.

And the screen did black out completely this time, and it was just Waiola and Sara in her backyard, lying in a hammock, napping peacefully for a minute. Then, Waiola gets out, kissing the girl's forehead before grabbing the camera and focusing it on her.

"The boys went home, Sara's staying the night, and I guess that was it? Anyways, thank you guys for watching!" Waiola spews out her outro and when she stopped recording, she let out a breath, returning to her girlfriend's welcoming arms.

"Boys are dumb." She mumbles, and Sara all but nods, leaving the two to their nap.

#if they were human #IF #and everyone could show up on camera #here's the mischeif they'd get up to #waiola #sara #frankie #tino #vampires but theyre humans gang #writing

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