Pissed off with this town

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I hate this town even more now. I want a frickn' Red Mage costume, but if I had one, I wouldn't be able to wear it thanks to the losers in this town not liking cos-play!! It's stupid! I'll never get to cos-play, or even go to an anime convention because the ret*ds in this stupid town don't like it!! It's unfair on me!! !

the town I live in sucks too

I wish I could be locked away from everyone...

I thought you already were pretty much locked away from everyone since you said you never get to go out anywhere...

That's kinda what I was meant to post. Even my family can't stand me...

If you learned some real magic, you wouldn't need to worry about your costume. Work on being a real magus.

To be honest, I don't actually believe in magic...

Well, hang in there anyhow. It gets better with time.

I hope so...

Learn how to sew. Make a Red Mage costume. Screw what the other people think.

I know what you mean. When we used to live in this rural Ohio town (so far out in the boonies you could not have a pizza delivered there and the Headstart bus would not drive all the way out there so my mom had to drive me halfway to the buliding). I wanted to do stuff like take art lessons and go to theme parks and begged my parents to move but they did not want to. Our neighbors were the epitomy of stupid and were always trying to rub their religious beiefs off on me. They ate drank and breated not their religion but their church. They would always ask me why I wasn't going to church. THEIR church. I went a few times and hated what I saw there. At least they knew aboout something becuase when it came to other things they were downright stupid. For instance they knew NOTHING about how to care for their animals and had their own ideas about it. They had a black labador retriver that was constantantly running away and when I did them a favor and took him back, the youngest son would beat him. He said he was punishing him for running away. The dog started to run away more and I stoped bringing him back. They also had some meat rabits. They were housed in horrible conditions. The cages were never cleaned and their drinking water was green. The majority of their animals were for food. It didn't bother me as much as the animals living conditions and that demon of a kid they called a son. I do wonder now how they slaughtered their animals since they did think it was perfectly okay to harm an animal however you liked since God gave them "dominon" over it. They had a steer that was forced to live up to it's ankles in feces. There once was a pig living in the same barn and you hear terrible stories about deases you can get from pig fecies but they never cleaned it after they slaugtered the pig (which they left for our dogs we let wonder around to come get and she dragged it home. My mom was pretty pissed about that too and started to keep the dog inside.) These people thought it was just "cute" that in Church I would request that my animals be prayed for. Oh I forgot they were just put here for our sidistic pleasure. People thought there must be something wrong with me because I was the kind of person that if given a choice to save a person or a dog from a burning bulding I would save the dog. I would even beat up brat kids who stepped on bugs. If I step on one by accident I feel terrible for days. But if I hurt a person, I would never feel sorry. I would just say I was to get the teacher of my back.

A pattern is made of paper, pinned with the seams outside. Put it on with care, adjust the fit, trim, leaving 1/2" past the seams. Pin the paper to cloth, consider the warp, all facing the same. Adjust the fit with pins, when it is right, baste with 1/4" stiches, loose so the cloth lays flat, Ask nana about machine sewing.

It used to be a common art, still a lot of machines around, and some who sew. No one is born knowing these things. Those who know will help you.

It is a real interest, a girl thing, and I think nana cares about you. Parents are generally hopeless, they carry the burdens of the world, their lives, and children. They are overloaded and often stuck in the mud.

Nana is past a lot of that, Member #1 of the RedMage Fan Club, and if you ask her if there were girls like you when she was growing up, there most likely were. They are also likely still around.

My grandmother told me that when she was a girl she carried an eight inch hat pin. Stories of girls with knitting needles were common. It was a bit wilder in the old days, girls had to take care of themselves.
Now you would be taken out and hung, but nanas group were your age when all those American troops were about, and they do have stories.

Older people have a different point of view. My girl is eighteen. When she was little, and listened to me, I told her she had to obey me, and when she quit giving me a dirty look, I told her that she had to do whatever she wanted, because it was her life and I, and no one else, could live it for her. She has always obeyed me, above all others.

With you, first you have to find someone you would let in your personal space. Nanas are not a threat, and once were girls playing with dolls. It may not be your nana, but there are others, and they were girls once.
Outfiting you as RedMage is playing with dolls. You will have to stand for fittings.

Ask nana about girls like you in her time. They got away with it. You can learn from people like you. Not much to learn from children, parents are a lost generation, but in the company of nanas, you could find proto-Mages. They tell stories, know how to sew, and make the best cookies.

I'll have to ask nanna if she can make a costume for me. But thanks for that Inventor.