I don’t really have much of a fashion sense, so I don’t wear any clothes that others would specifically enjoy. When I was younger, I used to only wear long sleeved shirts. I either wore shorts, sweats, or cargo pants, but never jeans. Nowadays, I can’t stand wearing long sleeved shirts. If I’m really that cold, I’ll figure out a way to become warmer. Trust me. Being hot is the worst thing on the planet. Currently I wear shirts that are large or bigger. Large shirts feel kinda small on me sometimes because of the material, so I usually tend to wear shirts that are XL or larger.
The only XXL shirt that I own is an Avengers t-shirt that was promoting Avengers: Age of Ultron back in 2015. The shirt still looks huge on me, so I’m embarrassed to think about what it looked like on me back then. It probably looked like a dress, honestly. I can’t stand wearing tight clothes, so most of my shirts are baggy. For my senior pictures I wore a plaid flannel button-up, so that’s the one exception. Actually, I have a blue polo but it makes me look like a chubby dad. I thought I looked good in it, but everyone else’s cameras disagreed with me. Luckily you can’t see the bald spot, since I’m so tall. If you’re my family member and you’re reading this, stop getting me shirt with sarcastic comments like “I didn’t slap you, I high fived your face”.
Everyone at my school just cringes when they see those shirts and they’re super gross. Out of all the ones that I currently own, I do have a few favorites. Sound interesting? It better, because you already know I’m going to tell you either way. If I had to pick my top three, it would be my beach shirt, my Dr. Pepper shirt, and my blue munchies shirt with cookie monster on it. My beach shirt is all white except for this image of a palm tree and some water on the front. It’s ironic since I live in oregon. The only person to ever get the joke was my some guy in Sacramento, when I was visiting a restaurant that my family owns. They actually did a great job, so I would recommend getting a sacramento hood cleaning.
I thought about just numbering each article from now on instead of giving them a name, but A.) my boss would think that I’m being extremely lazy and B.) he would be right. It’s not really so much about being lazy as it is about running out of things to say. I know, even a guy like me can eventually run out of fuel. That’s why I found another article about 101 conversational topics. Now I’m going to start numbering my articles, but after the title of each one. For example, “How to start fresh each morning #5”.
Hopefully this works out and it doesn’t turn out to be detrimental, like google suddenly thinking that I’m spam because I did something wrong. I’m always afraid of that kind of stuff. I have a buddy in Miami who always knows what to say, no matter the situation. I haven’t seen him in a long time because he lives so far away, but also because he runs a really successful miami hood cleaning business. He’s probably swimming in clients, since he’s so good with words.Anyways, I’ll start now even though I already wrote half of the article. I’ll just pick a short one, that way I don’t waste any good topics. I actually haven’t even looked at them yet, so hopefully they’re not all a single word or something like that. “What a treasure trove I have laid mine eyes upon.” -Kermit 1802. Kidding, of course. I think he was invented in the 70s. Okay, never mind. He actually came out in 1955.
The first topic on the list is current situation. I’m eating a bowl of potato chips while working off of my computer, and I live with my mom. In retrospect, I now feel depressed after stating that. If I was 40, my life would be essentially over. There’s no coming back after that point. There’s a mountain even Marvin Gaye couldn’t climb. For all my child fans under the age of 10, that was a reference to the song “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. I’ve worked off of my computer for about four months now, and I haven’t seen or smelled the outside world in many moons. You don’t want to know how long it’s been since I last saw my belly button.
I’m back in Oregon, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. On the positive side, I get a chance to talk about myself for a while again. But on the negative side, I’m gonna miss everything from Reno that I wanted so desperately to visit for. Naomi isn’t coming back to Oregon this time, because my grandparents are having a lot of medical issues and they can’t have her at their house at the moment. So Naomi decided to just stay with my dad in oregon and get a full time job or something.
I don’t know all the details, because my mom just told me as soon as I got home and all this happened within the past day. Now that we got that out of the way, it’s time to talk about me again. Fortunately, my mom is a way better cook than my dad so I can go back to home cooked meals. We had apple pancakes last night, we’re having beans and wieners with tater tots tonight, and tomorrow night we’re going to my favorite buffet, Izzy’s. Izzy’s is by far the best buffet I’ve ever been to. It could just be the fact that I’ve gone there for my entire life so it makes me happy and reminds me of the past when we lived there. I tend to live in the past a lot. My dad says that isn’t a good thing, dwelling on the past too much.
Like living in the past is a bad trait for someone to have. I can’t help it. I love remembering all the stuff that used to make me happy. It’s nice to see how things changed over time. One time I had a friend leave his pet at the doggie day care and it definitely changed for the better. It was happier and had more energy. Speaking of changing over time, one of the classes that I’m currently taking (senior project class) has two of my friends that I’ve known since second grade. I’ve known them for a decade, and they look pretty much the same as the last time I saw them. Only one of them recognized me, and he’s one of the most extracurricularly active students. I think he’s class president, but I forget.
I think I already wrote a whole post about Taylor in the past, but it’s time to write another one. I’d upload some pictures of her, but unfortunately my sister Rebecca doesn’t want pictures of Taylor posted online anywhere. Now that I think about it, I’m actually kinda scared that I might’ve actually posted a picture of her on accident without thinking. Steph gets to meet Taylor on Saturday, which she’s been waiting to do for a while. Taylor was born Taylor Anne Smith on 2/29/16, so she’s about 1 1/2. Her hair is blonde and she looks a lot like her father, which probably upsets Becca because he was unfaithful and they’re not together anymore.
We still see him sometimes. Taylor was taking swim lessons, but I’m not sure if she is anymore. She was getting pretty good at swimming for a baby, and plus my classmates were all the swim instructors so they all adored her. Everyone thinks Taylor is cute. She’s pretty cute compared to other babies. I see all these other babies and I’m thinking to myself, “Wow, at least Taylor doesn’t look like that.” Newborns are actually really unattractive to me. They haven’t developed any cute features yet, so they’re just these tiny little scary screaming monsters. I especially hate loud noises, so if there’s a baby who’s screaming at the top of its lungs then I will despise it. Maybe someday Taylor and I can operate the R and S Brewery Company.
We’d probably have to move to Vegas, because that’s where all the drinkers are. After doing a bit of research, my friend told me about a great place for a las vegas liquor license. I’m hoping to take Taylor to Wild Island before I head home with her and the family. I’m leaving next Saturday, so hopefully we get a chance to do everything I want before she’s back in Oregon. After all, it’s not every day that you get to visit your uncle in Reno. She’s never even been outside of the state before, although she doesn’t really know the difference. We’ll just have to distract her on the way back and tickle her and read to her whenever she isn’t sleeping. She loves me a lot, so I must be a good uncle.
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