Random Stuff

Sometimes I feel like Shoto Todoroki because when I’m in bed and cover myself in a blanket I’m hot. When I take it off I’m cold. I stick half of my body out and I’m fine. Literally half hot and half cold.

I’m at work right now and I’m on register for the rest of the night. This lady had 6 bottles of wine and wanted a rebate. She made me go to 2 different registers to find them. Why am I complaining? There was a cute girl in my line and she was holding up the line for so long. SOMEONE KILL ME!!! Also, the girls stayed in my line until I was done with that lady’s husband. Did I ask her anything? Nothing personal so I say this once again...SOMEBODY KILL ME NOW!!!

I am the oddball in my family. There are things I enjoy that no one in my family does (both extended and direct). I enjoy creating things and learning new stuff. When it comes to making things with my hands, I finally get the chance to not destroy anything. My mind was built to create, but my hands were to destroy (at least a little bit). Why am I telling you this? Because I have found out that there’s more people like me out there. Although it would be nice to get help on some things, but I manage. Over the past two years that I started making small props (even though I only fully finished one) I realized that’s what I like. I don’t why I like it, but I do. I love to build things from scratch. DIY projects? Count me in. I just want to make people happy with the things I do. I started to think about this when I was looking for a tutorial on how to make an Alastor foam wig. And then a thought hit me, “Why am I the only one in my family that enjoys this?” I have no way to explain as to why I like it, but I just do. My friend group is all into cosplay and anime, while I just want to look as good as them, but I’m a 6’0” 240lb. square-body man who has cake that can rival a Kardashian. If you’ve made it this far, I appreciate you taking the time to read this. I just don’t know how to feel when the first time I got a cosplay (which was Link from BoTW) and my mom just laughed. My dad looked at me with an expression I don’t even know. I take a lot of time on projects because it’s an escape from being in a negative place. Once they saw how much fun I had, then my parents realized that this was part of my character. It’s me. It’s who I am. I don’t know why I enjoy it, but I do. Now I’m laying in bed Wednesday August 12, 2020 at 10:39pm in Cleveland, Ohio writing down my thoughts on some things I already forgot.