I regret to inform you that I am away from my desk this upcoming week.
I am traveling. Exploring. Scavenging. Blazing a trail through the streets of Manhattan. I am that tiny girl with braces and a camera that looks thirteen but speaks old language phrases like “shall” and “thusly”. Except, there’s the incessant horns, sirens, and winds, which means I’m shouting every word—but really, that’s not new.
I am in New York.
Blogging, writing, YouTube(?)-ing are all very solo activities.
YouTubers have learned to branch out and form collaborations with each other, torturously forcing themselves to change out of their week-old pj’s and suffering through conversation with a warm-skinned, breathing human.
But! They found a solution! A way to collaborate without ever having to be in the same room: the _____ Does My Voiceover tag.
Which, in essence, is kinda sad because Mechanical Ninjineer is a really cool person and may even be my twin, so having real-life conversation with that certain human wouldn’t have been so bad.
Every year since my brother attended the academy, we would go to the All Academies Military Ball.
My brother is a senior now. Being as it was the last ball we would attend, I begrudgingly drug my vlogging camera (the one I was swearing I wouldn’t touch until next vlogmas) along with me to capture special little clips of the night’s events.
And I’m glad I did.
