Yeah, just getting some shit settled. I'll probably be heading back out for meets and such once I get my job situation figured out.

Okay!
So sometime in the next two weeks, I'm going to be getting my own apartment. I have a job, I have a car, and I have part of my grandmother's inheritance to help me start out. It's going to be great. I won't have to clean up after children or listen to parents gripe.
I'll be free to do my own thing, to have my house as messy as I damn well want it to be. I can finally be on my own.

...

I'm so scared...

Top of the screen...
7000 messages.

And the worst bit is, I just deleted all my subscriber notifications and most of that is journals and submissions.
LET'S SEE IF I CAN HIT 10k 8D

So, updates.
My grandmother died about two days before Halloween. I miss her dearly... but her death gave me the push I needed to get my head out of my ass, as she so eloquently used to put it.
I've got a job. I work at a fast food restaurant called Freddy's, where I flip burgers and take people's trays to the trash can. It's not much, but it's a start.
I quit smoking cigarettes. Hardest thing I've ever done- Vapes just don't have the same feel to them. I could actually use a cigarette right now, but I shredded my last pack at my grandmother's funeral. She always wanted me to quit.
I'm back online more often and I'll be going back to events, so you guys may see more of me. It's tough to work and play, but I can do it.
Last but not least...
I'm doing fine. Life's had its ups and downs, but I'm growing up. I've learned to accept that I need to stop being such a pissant and take some direction in life. This January, if things go as planned, I'll be taking business classes at UCO, courtesy of my Gram.

So, Oklahoma furs!
How would all of you feel about a Halloween party?
I miss all of my friends and was wondering about a get-together. I'll have money by then so this is just an interest check really.

So... this is really just a small thing. My grandmother is in the hospital right now.
Normally I just hold things in, so I don't post sob story things about what happens to me or anything. But this is different.

I haven't been round in the furry community recently, and it's not just because of the bowling alley. My grandmother is currently in the OU Hospital recovering from having a brain tumor removed.
She's strong. The strongest person I know. She's dealt with disability all her life and laughed off the pain.
Now she's not waking up. The tumor was a gluoma, a very invasive form of cancer that digs in and doesn't let go. She's seventy-five years old and she has maybe a year left.
She's always been like a second mother- not the kind of gram that you go see every christmas, she's always been close.
I'm scared. Those of you that I've talked to recently probably couldn't tell that I've been so depressed because I don't shiw my feelings. I've been working on that. It hurts less when you tell others.
But yeah. If anyone wants to go hang out or anything, I could use the company.

So!
Lots to mention... where do I start?
Chronologically? Kay.
My mother got remarried. The guy treats her like a queen, is super cool, and actually fairly interested in the fandom, namely the fursuiting and art parts. He knows I'm pansexual, he's okay with it, and he's a better father to my brothers than their father ever could be. I'm very happy.
Well. Sorta. See, my life has turned into a sitcom.
He has five kids. All girls. Only one knows much about me, the other two are too young to understand much besides that 'he's really really quirky'.

We're moving to Edmond, so I'll be closer to the fandom friends I know and love. I look forward to going to more meets and such. Maybe even start dating.

I was going to enlist in the navy, and still am, it's just... I have a GED and I'll have to have college credit before I can enlist. I'm okay with this. Once I'm out of college (probably Vatterott for Applied Electrical), I can enlist and see the world! I'm excited. I've never been out of the country but it's something I look forward to.

Now, in the land of furry, Jase has... changed. No longer just an opossum, due to an incident involving a car crash and a biorehab unit, he's now more like a hyena with an opossum tail and paws. Very convoluted biogen machine error. Nonetheless, he's doing well, working for Rossi Technologies as a test subject and lab tech for the time being. I'll actually be relaying a couple of interesting stories about work straight from the mutt's mouth.

Altogether, things have been going well, and I'm always looking forward. Drop me a line and we can hang out! Seriously.

(EDIT)

I knew I forgot something! I went to RMFC this year! While originally it was to rekindle an old flame, Eris had different ideas and I ended up just dancing my ever loving ass off at the raves. My knee still aches but I lost a lot of weight.
I met a lot of awesome furs- to name a few, Arrow, who praised Eris with her incessant squeaking, Argent, a devious little lizard person, Ravenholm, the rotting corpse with slim jims hanging out if his stomach, 2 the Ranting Gryphon (really cool guy, surprisingly approachable), Louis, who joined the fandom over a cigarette we shared, and of course Sorin, who worked his ass to the bone running the convention. Anyone I forgot, I've slept since then so give me a break Q...Q
I did a lot of fursuit handling, learned a lot about head construction and old school suits from a greymuzzle named Fenris, hugged so many fursuiters I coughed up hairballs, and ran out of cigarettes standing outside having conversations with people multiple times. Awesome con, hope I get to go again some day.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/...../#cid:34207181

I like the icon style!

So, I have fur- white, grey, black, and a lining material.
I have foam.
I have a High Master seamstress willing to step up to the challenge.
I have a design. I have the will to persevere in the face of popped seams and sweaty faces.
BUT
I have NO IDEA how to make follow-me eyes and bendy ears.
halp me pls
First person to solve my problem gets a big hug. Possibly a kiss on the cheek.

Do NOT mix Horny Goat Weed with alcohol.

GED in the morning. Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it!

So, new phone. And rather than go and get my numbers changed over, I'm gonna justbput my number up here for all to see. Don't spam me too much now, loves!
405-788-0213

Okay, so tonight was a very important night. Those of you that really know me know that I'm bisexual leaning towards full-on flaming rainbows gay. In fact most of my friends would describe me as gay.

I don't know what it was tonight that compelled me. Maybe it was God, maybe it was my resolve finally pulling itself up out of the mud, or maybe it was the three glasses of champagne I had at the NYE party. My mother was driving, and we were having a theological discussion, both of us dressed up and sweaty from dancing at the ballroom dance club she teaches at.

My questioning her went from god's will to the difference between Jewish laws and god's commandments, to homosexuality. I don't exactly know what brought us there, but... the outcome was good. I ended up coming out to my mother tonight. She wasn't exactly shocked... or upset. She said that no matter what god's plan was for me, she would support me the whole way.

Needless to say, I'm going to be sleeping well tonight.






Also, champagne tastes like ass.

I went! Skyla drove me, and things were awesome! It was small and new [I mean, fucking itty bitty] but it was the first year, so~
I'm hoping that over the next few years this con takes off- The hotel was awesome, even if the con kinda turned into a series of room parties! >...<
But, nonetheless, I met a bunch of great furs and I'm already missing the feel of a fursuit hug. Can't wait for Furry Fiesta!

Hopefully, I'll be going with Skyla.
Unfortunately, I have very little money to go. Maybe seventy bucks to go with, minus the forty that I'll be using for reg, and what little I can contriboot to the roadtrip.
Mrf.

So, my computer's broken. The screen got smashed on accident, and now I am without proper internet. But, on a good note, my Paypal should be fixed within the next 48 hours, so... I might buy art art of Jase or something.
After I pay Kanon, of course.

That feeling when you step on the gender pronoun landmine.

On another note, I'll be at the bowl Sunday, gonna bring a few friends. And I'm also gonna try and put together a roleplaying game group. Toss-up between Rifts and something furry-related that I haven't discovered yet.

So uh
I love fursuiters with all of my want. they're fluffy and warm and cute.
I want to make a Jase head and paws, and eventually work my way up to a suit!
...May need a bit of help with that. Wat do?

That is all.
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OH. Updates

Uhm, Not much to report. Oklacon was amazing, though it's a bit belated to say so. I met a lot of great furs, whose names I barely remember. Shoutouts to Skyla, Liang, Kashi, Welshie, and Kapua, my new friends and nearly constant companions all weekend. ^...^
Oh, and whoever that was that read "My Immortal" by the campfire (Saturday night, I think?)
...I haven't laughed so hard while sober.

Anyone know where I can buy a decent fedora? Tired of these crappy Walmart/Spencers/Hot Topic hats, I want something I can be proud of. Preferably in large size.

So it just occurred to me that I could go outside and my nosy father wouldn't be starin' over my shoulder and OHMAGAWDISTHATGAYFURRYPORNONYOURPHONEASGDARBLGARBL

SO

I have a bit of a dilemma, guys.
I preregistered for Oklacon, I even got the last A-Frame spot (lucky me, huh?)
BUT.
I'm seriously considering downgrading to a tent space. I know, I know. Cold, long walk to con grounds, cold, snakes, cold...etcetera.
BUT. I have a good reason besides being a glutton for pain. My friend Dillon is coming last-minute, and he doesn't own a tent. I'm driving him out to Roman Nose for the con, he's a bit new to the fandom and I know he'll love it. He was going to just sleep in my car...
But I, being a total not-douchebag, and having a large tent of my own at home, have all but decided to downgrade.
What do you guys think? Should I go ahead and pack a sleeping bag?

Recently while RPing I've branched off a bit. Normally, in real life I have two moods, a morbid, cynical one and a happy, cheery, "Thank you, have a nice day!" one. It's bled over into my writing, even.

For example, while just the other day I was working with a canine tooth for a necklace [I don't kill animals, but I make sure they are remembered], I was also roleplaying with a friend. In-RP I found myself being not Jase, but a darker, twisted version of the lovable oaf. I've already talked to that friend about drawing this Dark Jase once I get a ref for him.

But on the subject of my duality- It isn't fast enough to classify me as bipolar, and it isn't stress-related: I've been depressed and dark while I should be happy, and insanely manic happy under pressure. Vice-versa is true as well. Often I hover in-between... and I'm not complaining... but sometimes it makes normal folks [Read: Family] just absolutely pissy about my lack of emotional stability. Oh, well.

Today has been amazing.
First thing this morning, we went out to Ada. I've been working on getting my drivers license for the past year- Every time I take the test, something would go wrong- I'd bump something, pull into the wrong lane, that sort of thing.
But today... Today I took the test for the fourth time.
And passed.
I know it doesn't sound like much- An underachieving eighteen-year-old finally buckling up and doing something he should have done at sixteen? Big deal.
But the story's not over.
As soon as I got home, I called a friend. And I drove to his house.
Trent lives over thirty miles away.
I made it there, though I had a few mix-ups remembering directions, but still I stayed at his house until ten.
Ten. I drove home in pitch darkness. First time driving alone, and first time driving at night.
Not a problem. Knock on wood.

Hi, I'm Jase. I'm new here.

This is my first journal, of many I hope.
I just signed up on FA, and I'll try to put out a journal every once in a while- Not like I don't have plenty of spare time anyway.

The title of this journal isn't actually about joining Furaffinity. It's about actually officially joining the fandom. For a long time I've been a part of the fringe fandom, I guess. I roleplayed, I looked at art, and any time I met someone else who liked furries I'd try to spark a conversation. But I never really DID anything. I didn't contribute, didn't go to conventions, I just... watched.