Because quarantine obviously took up the bulk of the journal.
(And I am a filthy hypocrite. I searched the Jan-Feb 2020 entries for something interesting to put here, yet I talk about happiness in mundane things. Is it just a need for validation?)
Hmm. This book is turning out to be a thought experiment for me. I don't know if that's a good thing. I'd like to think so.
Here's the entry. (I recommend you listen to the soundtrack from Monument Valley II, it's really peaceful and helped me transition into quarantine.)
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It was a Thursday that day; the next day I had CS lab. My parents, rightly so, got spooked by this newfangled coronavirus thing and told me not to go. I didn't think much of it—I think I was just happy that I got a "three-day weekend" right before finals.
And, looking back on this first day of quarantine, I'm thinking of Omicron taking over the world now. Because why not. It's 12:33 AM, January 9, 2022. My brain runs off worse than ever.
To quote Domics:
"Yeah. If you're [reading] this in 2025, it took us this long."
I didn't get the hype when 2021 came around - we were still in the pandemic, what's so different about a new year? The fuck's everyone celebrating about?
Still though, I let out a screech like a banshee on crack when the ball dropped on TV.
I'm slowly starting to believe we'll just go through the Greek alphabet. Or, this virus will pull a Thanos and half of humanity will die by some future variant that'll evade all the vaccines' protection. (I don't know, I'm a CS major, not biochem like my friends.)
Hey, here's a terrifying thought: even if people square up and get over their hesitation (religious and medical exemptions are fine, but you know what I'm talking about) and get the shot including the boosters, what if the world doesn't develop enough herd immunity to ride out some future variant?
Gahhhhh. Okay. I'll go to sleep in a bit. I had a good day today—I went to the mall and bought a lip scrub from Sephora. I also had miso soup for the first time; it was fricking delicious. I was also openly gawking at the lights wrapped around the trees.
(I also told my friends the full interaction between me and the guy I confessed to—as seen in previous chapters—and asked their thoughts. I lamented over no one real crushing on me (that's partially my fault; I've never put any effort into dating because I don't have time). I was sick of making relationships up in my head, and I nearly resorted to downloading a dating app. My friends consoled me, saying I'll find someone eventually.)
... 😕
Hi! How much eventually? I go to horrific lengths when I fall in love with someone—more so if they're a fictional character, because naturally they don't know I exist and won't be weirded out. For example!
Who else do you know that makes red-marker hearts all over their fictional crush's name appearing as a station on an old, tattered subway map from 2016?
Who else do you know that dives under the covers every night, whispering "Good night. I love you. See you in the morning." and then kisses their own fingers, pretending that they are kissing their crush's mouth?
Oh my god, I sound pathetic. I cannot make this up. Am I... a psychopath? Does anyone else do this 👆🏽? Is anyone else this desperate?
*sigh* more on this later. A lot more.
This is supposed to be about the first day of quarantine. Although, I suppose it's better that I don't talk about that.
Ugh. This book is supposed to be fun! And lighthearted! Quick - first thing on my mind... ooh!
I'm listening to a lot of BTS. I'm in fact listening to IDOL right now. (Aw man, it just ended.) I also listen to EXO, Monsta X and Blackpink.
But the vocals in Intro: Serendipity? THAT RUN, THOUGH? It's like drinking warm coffee when your nails are purple from the cold - you know that feeling when the warmth courses through your entire body and you give off this really big shiver and you feel the cold actually shake off of your body?
*sighs contentedly* I'm going to read my Agatha Christie book now. And I'll guarantee you that I'll have to put my kindle down after every line, wiggling with happiness because I'm meeting my fictional crush like it's the first time again.
Bonus points if you can guess who it is in the comments. (I like one really strongly, but there's four others (you heard me) that I think are pretty awesome as well.)
