Tired

I'm so restless as of late, I find myself very lethargic during the day. My mind constantly returns to my home. I'm so excited to be returning. I love my family and friends, but it's so much nicer when you're not imposed on one another.

I skipped out on my evening job and I may quit altogether. Not enough money, not enough hours and the woman that runs the store is the antichrist. You know, I have no problems working with a female boss, my day job, the principal and assistant principal is a woman and we all get along wonderfully. They appreciate my work and I happily do whatever is asked. I think it has to do with the level of education. Assertive management has nothing to do with yelling, screaming, and gossiping about everyone. As a matter of fact, I think I enjoy the company of intelegent women more than anything else, might be why I have so many woman friends.

I hope to start my costume making today. If I get a good head start, with luck I could get enough money built up to make it through summer. I just need to sell something in such away that nobody else is offering as much at the price and still make a profit. I know I can, but will I be able to pull it off?

Teanative plans for costumes:
Boba & Jango Fett armor
Dr Doom full costume
Medieval Knight in full armor
possibly some warhammer 40k variant
I would like to make a giant (9 foot) robot costume, but I don't know if it will be cost effective to sell.

I want my home back

I should get my power back soon, end of the week. Then the serious preparations to return home. I've been moving all my boxes out of storage and I realized what a packrat I truely am. I got mad garbage that just needs to be tossed. Now rhat the carpet is fresh, walls are new and painted, my furniture will look like shit! Gonna have to fix that.

Robyn got really mad at me yesterday and I don't 100% know why and I never do anymore. I feel like if we can't go about our lives and do what needs to be done and not start a fight , we should part ways once and for all. I hate the thought of it, but may be it's time to move on. I don't feel like I can ever get us back to where we were before I fucked up. Yeah I took her for granted, I made her jump through hoops to be with me. My mom hates her and made it hard to be together. It made her bitter and angry. When I realized what I had done, and tried to make it up, it was too late. She doesn't want to let go and neither do I. I guess you can't fix broken hearts. I'm sorry, I wish I could take it all back, make it better, but it will never happen and she'll never get over it.

I think I'm ready for the next stage in my life. This one has lasted too long.

Hot damn a new Pope!

And the sad part is people are already criticizing him. I got one question for the nay-sayers: Are you Catholic? If yes, well guess what, he's your spiritual leader now, get over it. If no, shut the ---- up you piece of s**t. If you are not a roman catholic, it has very little to do with you. Yes the pope is a powerful political force, but he's not a president, he's not a supreme court justice. And all those cardinals do not give a flying hot d**n what you think and they picked who they though God told them to pick. I think it is great and exciting and I wish the man the best. I would be honored to meet him. I'd love to hear his take his past. Oh, yeah, he MIGHT have been in nazi youth. So ------- what? He was a german during the rise of hitler, they all were, ot they were killed. Do you even have a point about the man, one critical point or flaw in how he did his business in the last FIFTY GOD D*****D YEARS? no? nothing? when he was 11 he was a nazi youth? He's like, over 70, right? get over it. That is the lamest bunch of s**t I have ever heard. He doesn't need it, we don't want to hear it, he's got more important issues to deal with, like current issues. I hope the idiots get over themselves or go to Hell, which ever is easier. Forgive my nastiness in this post.

The long awaited return home.

My house is almost ready to be inhabited again. Today, we are going to start moving my boxes of stuff back and get ready for my blessed return to single living. I might have a cookout. I will definitly celebrate in one form or another. So much to do, so little time to do it.