Hi, it’s me.

Dear Reader,

Or however you start these things.

I have a lot going on in my head. I have a lot of interests and things I want to talk about but I either don’t have anybody to talk about them with or I don’t particularly fancy socialising too much. Which sounds silly, I know.. given that we’re under National Lockdown and every body is missing socialisation. Well, I guess not me. Am I seriously that much of a hermit that I’d rather talk to myself online than participate in actual intimate human interaction? The answer to that is an abundant yes.

It’s currently 5:30pm and I’ve spent the majority of today sat on my sofa, safely tucked under a duvet whilst I’ve watched ‘Framing Britney Spears‘ on Now TV. Leave Britney Alone! (Did anyone watch that video?) It’s now day 55 of Lockdown 3.0, and good old Boris has given us a bit of something to look forward to. Roll on April 12. I’m not crazy about returning to work, but I am crazy about finally being able to see my friends and family, and to sit my driving test after months and months of it being cancelled, rearranged and whatever else could have possibly gotten in the way. Last night I had a dream that it was pushed back another 4 months. I woke up pissed this morning, that’s for sure.

After having a pretty unproductive day, I decided it’s about time I get off my arse and attempt something I’ve wanted to do for a while but never really known how to go about doing it, or feared that I’d be ridiculed. I’m not much of a writer, but I guess you can’t get better at something if you don’t at least practice or give it a shot am I right? After spending a good hour or so thinking of the perfect blog name and persona to use, I finally came up with Pandora’z Blog, a little play of words combining Pandora’s Box with blog. However, here we are using the letter Z like a rapper from 2001 because the traditional ‘S’ was already claimed. I need to be quicker leaving the starting line next time. By no means does the ‘Z’ imply that I’m some cool kid. I’m a little bit of a geek. I’ve just turned 25 and I’ve sank almost 1500 hours into Animal Crossing: New Horizons. You could say I’m obsessed. You would be correct.

Animal Crossing has been a game franchise I’ve played since Wild World was released in 2004 for Nintendo DS. There’s something kind of therapeutic about stepping away from the responsibilities and menial chores of the real world and getting lost on your own island getaway. The ironic thing is that you have to spend your time paying off loans to a capitalist raccoon by selling fish and bugs to his two nephews. For those who aren’t familiar with the game, it basically allows you to design and decorate your own individual island in any way you want whilst you’re accompanied by ten of the cutest little animal characters you’ve ever seen. A lot of people always ask me, “what’s the point to this game?” or “how do you complete it?”. The answer being that you don’t. It isn’t a game that you just simply ‘complete’. There aren’t any levels or badass boss fights. Just some very light-hearted gameplay. During Lockdown I’ve made friends across the country by playing Animal Crossing online. It’s allowed me to essentially travel without leaving the comfort of my own queen-sized bed. If you wanna check it out, there’s some pretty decent videos online.

I’m going to be honest with you readers, I’m still not entirely sure what I’m going to write about. I’ve been spending my time watching a lot of true crime documentaries and vlogs recently and I’ve been debating looking into some of the cases and writing about them. Maybe discuss some of the books I’ve been buried in recently, or even just talk to myself like I’m doing right now. I know one thing for certain, going ahead I will most definitely be uploading an array of photographs. I’m a photography graduate and I want to share my work with people. Who knows, maybe it will enlighten me to discuss particular topics. I suppose we’ll find out.

How does one end a blog post? I can feel myself beginning to waffle on, and I’d prefer not to talk some glass eyes to sleep. What is it they say? leave them wanting more? Well, my dear reader, I shall attempt to do just that.

Until next time.

H x