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🌸 About Me 🌸
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Hi, I’m Alisha — the cozy‑chaotic human behind CodeInTheHook. I’m an anime geek 🎀, crocheter 🧶, gamer 🎮, and newly‑minted student coder 💻 stitching my way through life one loop and one line of code at a time.

This blog is my slice‑of‑life series: yarn tangles 🧵, debugging arcs 🐛➡️💡, crafting quests ✨, and the occasional dramatic frogging episode 🐸. Some days I level up ⬆️. Some days I respawn 🔄. Most days, I’m just trying to turn the chaos into something cute, clever, or comforting.

CodeInTheHook is where crochet meets code, where cozy creativity blends with soft geek energy 💫, and where I get to share the messy, funny, heartfelt parts of learning and making. If you love anime‑style storytelling 📺, handmade chaos 🎨, and watching someone survive their own filler episodes 🍡, you’ll feel right at home here.

Thanks for stopping by. Grab some yarn 🧶, a warm drink ☕, and settle in — we’re crafting art out of chaos, one episode at a time 🌙.

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