I'm back in the US now. It's 6AM local time as I write this—or 10AM in Wales time. I'm still operating four hours ahead of myself. I fell asleep at 10PM accidentally the past two nights. Of all the days I'd have to fly to Ireland for a connecting flight, of course it'd be St. Patrick's Day. I didn't intend for that, nor did I even remember the day existed (due to my allergy of sixth- and seventh-generation Americans who still consider themselves Irish). That was fun! Dublin is the only Read more
Well, I was supposed to be back home yesterday. I am not. I am still in Cardiff. Let's talk about how this all happened. My flight was to depart at 10:45. I was not aware of the rule that check-in closes an hour to departure. For extra hilarity, thanks to a rule with my carrier in the US, my phone's international calling and roaming is disabled by the 5th. "I'll be home soon, it's all good," I think. I'll get back to that.
Caby and I make it to Heathrow departures at 9:50. The check-in fails. I Read more
Before we begin, NEW CABY SITE. NOT A DRILL. PLEASE GO VISIT IT. OLD FLASH GAME VIBES ARE EVERYWHERE. IT'S ADORABLE AND IT'S FUN. Paired with that, she wrote a journal last night while I was out getting snacks from Lidl with Trys, and she's been chewing on a lot of the same thoughts that I have about leaving. It's a phenomenally bittersweet thing, more so than last time. It's become so natural, this trip has been so relaxed, so domestic, and yet I am so much more aware of myself and what I'm Read more
Think like you haven't ever, try to remember the days When we would talk 'til the light, before morning Your summer neck is burned with salt and sand I lost my fingers trying to find your old hands In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer to the core, yeah In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer, closer It's funny, how perspective works. I've mentioned this before, but I've really sequestered myself these past few years. There's only so often you can watch things blow Read more
I write this sitting in Caby's family lounge! I would stream tonight, but I've just gotten situated in Cardiff with all my logins and shower stuff and I've been recuperating. The world can wait a week. I am rather glad we stayed in London a day less this time. It's a lovely city, but it sure is noisy. And big. And we had a few snags navigating back to Cardiff. We had to contend with line maintenance—the Piccadilly Line that normally services Heathrow was partially closed, leading to us using Read more
It really feels like I don't write on here as often as I used to, but apparently, I wrote seven entries in January. So I guess there's still stuff going up all the time? News to me. I've spent the past two days packing and getting last-minute technical stuff situated for my departure tomorrow, making sure server stuff is automated and accessible halfway across the world, loading some more games and music on my 3DS, that sorta stuff. I'm gonna use the next month like I used the last semester of Read more
If you're not keeping up on my streams (shame on you! Sundays at 7PM EST, they're lots of fun), you might be wondering what's been going on with me as of late. There's kind of a lot, as to be expected when Cammy doesn't write any journal entries for two weeks, but really, I needed that time off to go indulge and explore some things. As such, I'll be doing daily entries until we're all caught up. Let's get the real life stuff out of the way first, and we'll talk about the fun stuff tomorrow. So Read more
I've been playing too much Unreal Tournament Caby finally shipped over the games I bought in Wales! It was a lot of fun sitting and installing them to the eMachines Box from disc, punching in the CD keys, the whole ritual. It's not convenient, but neither is the eMachines Box. It's fun! I'm very happy that the eMachines Box actually offers a much better gaming experience than I initially pegged it for—just so long as those games are five years older than the box itself. As Caby said once Read more
The end of the year is always ripe for epiphanies, ain't it? I can't believe that one post about coming to terms with being autistic was now four years ago. Something keeps coming back to me about the past ten years, and I don't think I've ever properly vocalized it or even come to terms with it in myself. I'll have a lighter lookback on my art progress going up on the group blog soon; this is just one that's been brewing in my head for the past month or so as well. At the start of the year, I Read more
I feel cloistered—more than usual. I haven't really been updating this journal, truthfully because I don't have a lot to update about! I've gotten back into art, and I feel much faster at it, more confident, and more ambitious than ever. It's perhaps a little early to look back and start sharing 2024 plans, though I do have them, and those will be going up on Letters. Beyond that, work, work, work. I went from a socially anxious mess when I started this job to proving myself in a big way to Read more
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