Quarantine!
How is quarantine treating me?
Let's see...required to stay home, not see anybody, consume copious amounts of media and only connect to family via technology...
Guys, I have been training for this my WHOLE LIFE.
It's bliss. I love quarantine. The government has finally sanctioned my lifestyle, and is forcing it upon all the annoying sods of the world who enjoy things like gathering, communicating, and hugging. I'm so happy I could cry.
I'm finishing up Spring Break, where I have 1) stayed up too late and 2) watched TOO MUCH TV. This was basically my Spring Break plan to begin with, but now it's socially acceptable.
I know a lot of people are concerned about me feeling lonely--thank you for caring, I appreciate it--but I've been living alone for about five years now. I wear lonely like a second skin. And anyway, remember when I bought myself a friend? He took care of all those lonely feels!
Mako in his natural habitat--on my lap, probably getting in the way of whatever it was I wanted to be doing. I love this little cutie pie THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS much. ^_^ I've become one of Those People: my entire camera roll is basically pictures of my dog, doing the most mundane of things (see above). I don't push the pictures on others, but if you ask, yes, I will share. I'm not ashamed.
Mako finally figured out how to use the doggy door leading to my back concrete pad, significantly reduing the amount of work I have to do to take him to the bathroom. The downside is the area underneath my back bay window is now a graveyard of doggy poops...but hey, I don't care. I'm never out there, and eventually somebody with children will come visit and I will pay the wee kiddos to do the dirty work for me.
Speaking of, I tried to clean up the leaves on my back concrete pad (it does not qualify as a back yard given that there is no grass--unless you count the astro turf I purchased to act as dog potty, but which Mako forsook in favor of doing his business under the house). I had successfully kept my back space leaf-free until I went home for Christmas, at which point every leaf still clinging to the trees lining the wall behind my row of townhouses (mine as in where I live, not mine as in I own more than the one I own a mortgage on) decided to relocate to my back pad. Then either it was covered in snow, busy precipitating, or I was sick, and so the leaves never got cleaned. The weather finally warmed up in these last couple of weeks, so last week I had a go at leaf cleanup, and was doing a smashing job until I started transferring them to my plastic bag, at which point I discovered a spider the size of Australia and declared my work finished. The leaves can decompose there until some small child comes to visit and wishes to receive lucre in exchange for labor.
Another shot of Mako, because he's cute and you can't stop me.
So threeish years ago I went to KCon in LA where Michelle Phan admitted in front of a room of strangers that she gave up on foundation because as she got older (read: into her 30s), she noticed she needed more and more to achieve smooth coverage. It took months and some emotional trianing to adjust to her new face, but she did and never looked back. Considering I am now in my 30s, I thought that sounded like a spiffing idea, but I've worn makeup pretty much every day since I was 14 and wasn't willing to attempt the transition until I knew I didn't have to go anywhere.
Guess what? I don't have to go anywhere!
So I haven't work makeup....for a few weeks now (how long as quarantine been going on? I can't tell. The days all run together). Here are my thoughts:
I will continue wearing foundation when I must once again re-enter society, for unlike the above mentioned makeup youtuber, I have terrible skin that is best left hidden. I blame my parents, for I am a combination of their DNA.
I will say it's nice not having to take makeup off every night, and I can instead focus on washing my face and moisturizing it (HOLY CROW, NEVER LIVE IN A DESERT. I have an oil slick for a face, yet it still somehow manages to be dry, dry, dRY out here. HOW, FACE, HOW? HOW are you both dry AND oily at the same time? My skin life is no fair). I've come to the conclusion that I will never be pretty, but that's okay, because being pretty comes with a whole other set of problems. Plus, if you're pretty, people seem to judge you by that measure, and if you like me because you think I'm pretty (romantically or friendshippily), you're gonna be disappointed real quick when I open my mouth and you discover I have many much opinions and a sharp tongue.
I'm also only showering every 3 days, which would shock younger me into silence. I've always been a daily shower-and-wash-my-hair person, so this 3 day thing has been an adjustment. Fortuantely I started it last summer, when I tried to train my hair to not be such an oily mess in a failed attempt to switch to the no-poo method again (which I hated and will never attempt again). Since then I'd only been washing my hair every other day. Sometime aroundabouts January/February-ish, in addition to only washing my hair once ever 2 days, I started showering every other day as well (still daily facewashing; fear not, I'm not an unclean heathen!). I've heard it's healtiehr for your hair to go longer inbetween shampooing, so once I no longer had to look like a person (working from home ftw!), I've been washing my hair on day one, then braiding it back on days 2 & 3. ...Um, it's doable if I braid it, but there is a 99.9% chance that I will never have enough time in the morning to braid when I have to be at work by 8, so I will return to ever-other-day hair washing at that point.
But hey, if COVID-19 eats the world, maybe I won't have to worry about it! :D
"At the rate I was going, the only way I'd end up with someone for the rest of my life was if I choked on some queso and died on a first date." ~~The Friend Zone
Let's see...required to stay home, not see anybody, consume copious amounts of media and only connect to family via technology...
Guys, I have been training for this my WHOLE LIFE.
It's bliss. I love quarantine. The government has finally sanctioned my lifestyle, and is forcing it upon all the annoying sods of the world who enjoy things like gathering, communicating, and hugging. I'm so happy I could cry.
I'm finishing up Spring Break, where I have 1) stayed up too late and 2) watched TOO MUCH TV. This was basically my Spring Break plan to begin with, but now it's socially acceptable.
I know a lot of people are concerned about me feeling lonely--thank you for caring, I appreciate it--but I've been living alone for about five years now. I wear lonely like a second skin. And anyway, remember when I bought myself a friend? He took care of all those lonely feels!
Mako in his natural habitat--on my lap, probably getting in the way of whatever it was I wanted to be doing. I love this little cutie pie THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS much. ^_^ I've become one of Those People: my entire camera roll is basically pictures of my dog, doing the most mundane of things (see above). I don't push the pictures on others, but if you ask, yes, I will share. I'm not ashamed.
Mako finally figured out how to use the doggy door leading to my back concrete pad, significantly reduing the amount of work I have to do to take him to the bathroom. The downside is the area underneath my back bay window is now a graveyard of doggy poops...but hey, I don't care. I'm never out there, and eventually somebody with children will come visit and I will pay the wee kiddos to do the dirty work for me.
Speaking of, I tried to clean up the leaves on my back concrete pad (it does not qualify as a back yard given that there is no grass--unless you count the astro turf I purchased to act as dog potty, but which Mako forsook in favor of doing his business under the house). I had successfully kept my back space leaf-free until I went home for Christmas, at which point every leaf still clinging to the trees lining the wall behind my row of townhouses (mine as in where I live, not mine as in I own more than the one I own a mortgage on) decided to relocate to my back pad. Then either it was covered in snow, busy precipitating, or I was sick, and so the leaves never got cleaned. The weather finally warmed up in these last couple of weeks, so last week I had a go at leaf cleanup, and was doing a smashing job until I started transferring them to my plastic bag, at which point I discovered a spider the size of Australia and declared my work finished. The leaves can decompose there until some small child comes to visit and wishes to receive lucre in exchange for labor.
Another shot of Mako, because he's cute and you can't stop me.
So threeish years ago I went to KCon in LA where Michelle Phan admitted in front of a room of strangers that she gave up on foundation because as she got older (read: into her 30s), she noticed she needed more and more to achieve smooth coverage. It took months and some emotional trianing to adjust to her new face, but she did and never looked back. Considering I am now in my 30s, I thought that sounded like a spiffing idea, but I've worn makeup pretty much every day since I was 14 and wasn't willing to attempt the transition until I knew I didn't have to go anywhere.
Guess what? I don't have to go anywhere!
So I haven't work makeup....for a few weeks now (how long as quarantine been going on? I can't tell. The days all run together). Here are my thoughts:
I will continue wearing foundation when I must once again re-enter society, for unlike the above mentioned makeup youtuber, I have terrible skin that is best left hidden. I blame my parents, for I am a combination of their DNA.
I will say it's nice not having to take makeup off every night, and I can instead focus on washing my face and moisturizing it (HOLY CROW, NEVER LIVE IN A DESERT. I have an oil slick for a face, yet it still somehow manages to be dry, dry, dRY out here. HOW, FACE, HOW? HOW are you both dry AND oily at the same time? My skin life is no fair). I've come to the conclusion that I will never be pretty, but that's okay, because being pretty comes with a whole other set of problems. Plus, if you're pretty, people seem to judge you by that measure, and if you like me because you think I'm pretty (romantically or friendshippily), you're gonna be disappointed real quick when I open my mouth and you discover I have many much opinions and a sharp tongue.
I'm also only showering every 3 days, which would shock younger me into silence. I've always been a daily shower-and-wash-my-hair person, so this 3 day thing has been an adjustment. Fortuantely I started it last summer, when I tried to train my hair to not be such an oily mess in a failed attempt to switch to the no-poo method again (which I hated and will never attempt again). Since then I'd only been washing my hair every other day. Sometime aroundabouts January/February-ish, in addition to only washing my hair once ever 2 days, I started showering every other day as well (still daily facewashing; fear not, I'm not an unclean heathen!). I've heard it's healtiehr for your hair to go longer inbetween shampooing, so once I no longer had to look like a person (working from home ftw!), I've been washing my hair on day one, then braiding it back on days 2 & 3. ...Um, it's doable if I braid it, but there is a 99.9% chance that I will never have enough time in the morning to braid when I have to be at work by 8, so I will return to ever-other-day hair washing at that point.
But hey, if COVID-19 eats the world, maybe I won't have to worry about it! :D
"At the rate I was going, the only way I'd end up with someone for the rest of my life was if I choked on some queso and died on a first date." ~~The Friend Zone