floor trash, midnight corn, alice the cat

nighttime

Floor trash: It may interest you to know that I haven't been responsible for cleaning a bathroom since 2018. Then I moved to college, and had dorm bathrooms. I like to think it's not making me a worse person.

I bring that fact up only to state that apparently the best way for me to get myself to write is to have something else to do. I need to straighten my room and bathroom before tomorrow. I am writing this instead of doing that. My room is an absolute disaster right now. You can see it a bit in the picture above-- my floor is more clothing than carpet, my bed is unmade, there are bits of embroidery thread and yarn basically everywhere, and my nail polish set up has just exploded all over everything. I'm also a destructive fidgeter, so there are bits of torn up q-tip and cotton pad covering a good amount of my floor as well. I made some art (not good art, mind you) out of a bunch of floor trash earlier this week:

Isabella Solis (U.S., b.2000), Floor Trash, 2020. Biore pore strips, q-tips, makeup sponges, nail polish, cotton pads, embroidery thread, and mode podge on cardstock, 8.5 x 11 inches. Collection of the artist.

I'm probably going to throw it away, because it's ugly and I feel like there is too much of my old skin on it.

Midnight corn: 
The following is a list of things I've eaten at about 12:00am recently:
1. Two to four fudgesicles
2. Some folded up pieces of salami (pickles and cheese if I'm feeling fancy. Call that charcuterie).
3. Quesadilla/grilled cheese/grilled cheese, but made with a biscuit
4. Instant ramen
5. A peach (another peach, and also then another peach)
6. A bowl containing of golden raisins, dried cherries, granola, peanuts, pretzels, and sour gummy octopuses
7. Corn on the cob, but as I went to take the corn on the cob out of the microwave, I checked the butter dish and the butter drawer and there was no butter to be found. I, scandalized, asked my dad how? he had served my family corn on the cob without butter. He told me they put mayonnaise!! on the corn. This is horrifying. I got a jar, filled it halfway with heavy cream, and shook it for like 15 minutes until I had unsalted butter. I salted the butter and washed the butter, and then I had cold corn. So I heated up the corn again and enjoyed it with what my dad deemed "the world's most expensive tablespoon of butter." It was good, but I'm not quite sure it was "15 minutes of shaking a jar full of cream" good.* I went back into the kitchen to wash the plate, looked at the oven and the espresso machine to make sure they were both turned off before I went to bed, and sitting right between the stove and the coffee grinder was a butter dish full of butter; that nobody in my family had seen all night.

Alice the cat:

Alice, Malice, Meowlice, Al, Al pal, Palace, Wee Alice Big Chin.*

Til soon, Blog <3

Listening to: Austin Weber, The Words


*I completely refused to eat anything that I knew had butter on it until I was about 16 when I started being ok with it on toast. I have since come around and am a giant butter fan, but it took me until early this year to be ok with mayonnaise. In fact, I only will eat mayo if it's already on a thing, and even then I would probably prefer butter in its place. 
*I love you so much if you get this reference.