Last night was a lot of fun. I was the last writer to read, and not a lot of people had walked out by then, since the performance overall was short. The video's on Facebook so I am LINKING YOU ALL THROUGH MY LIVEJOURNAL WHOA

CLICK THESE WORDS I HEAR THEY'RE PRETTY

Oh yeah, I have a new LJ again. I've actually managed to update it every day this week, and I plan to keep doing so. If any of you are interested in friending me/doing the same thing, feel free to do so. 8D

SO LIKE, THIS SPACE IS FOR PROFESSIONAL JOURNALS I GUESS

so prof

So, if anyone knows me, I'm the sort of person who considers IRL friends and Online friends to be equally important. This may prove to be a foolish belief later down the line, but at the moment, I'm finding that I don't get to spend time with a lot of you that don't use my IRC.

SO, WHAT I'M GOING TO DO, IS ENCOURAGE ALL THE PEOPLE I LIKE THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN MUCH OF LATELY, TO EITHER START USING MY IRC, OR SETTING ASIDE TIMES TO CHILL WITH ME AND BE BROCE

now that the school year has just started (this is the first week), I need to seriously start considering learning how to become organized. i mean we only need to hang out every month or two or so, it just means a lot to know that the people i care about care back, however busy they may be. c:

thankyou. <3

Because my song library is pretty silly and I want to see what happens (even though this meme was made in mind with people whose taste consists of flowery bubblegum pop music which feature horribly bland titles relating to love)

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 15 friends.
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
6. Have Fun


01) SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
Tales of A Scorched Earth - The Smashing Pumpkins
lies, I AM ALWAYS HAPPY ALWAYS (or at least, I don't let on when I'm not :>)

02) HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Adrenaline! - The Roots
Suuuuuure

03) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Prismism - Battles
it's true, Shindo's corners make me so murry, you wouldn't believe

04) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Vanishing Lessons - The Octopus Project
I guess this means I feel like listening to bands Evan showed me since I don't particularly want to disappear !

05) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Tomorrow - Sixx A.M.
Benchilla - Working towards a better tomorrow

06) WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
Shut Your Mouth - Garabage
What I am not arrogant, my Zune doesn't know me at all :(

07) WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Bone Broke - White Stripes
well, I am pretty damn cheap

08) WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
All Hands Against His Own - The Black Keys
I don't even get this one

09) WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Steve Berman - Eminem
This is probably what I get for downloading whole albums

10) WHAT IS 2 + 2?
Heaven Knows - Rise Against
yeah fuck, it could be q for all we know

11) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
If Silence Means That Much To You - Emma Pollock
I don't think they'd be my best friend then

12) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secure - Arctic Monkeys
Is this meant to be ironic or something? I dunno this is stupid

13) WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Daniel - Bat For Lashes
Hi I'm Daniel Beeghey I work in sales pleased to meet you B]

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
We Were Patriots - The Mountain Goats
ONCE, WE FOUGHT FOR OUR PRIDE
BUT NO MORE EVVLES
NO MORE~

15) WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts - Sufjan Stevens
oh darling~

16) WHAT SONG WILL PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Starstruck - Lady Gaga
Stop it Zune you're making my taste look terrible

17) WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Home Is Where the Box Wine Is - So Many Dynamos
Considering I went to a party last night and didn't get drunk, I don't think so !!

18) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Shame On a Nigger - Wu-Tang Clan
I just want to be proud of who I am ; ~;

19) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Come On (Let The Good Times Roll) - Jimi Hendrix
I don't think my secret is that I'm a fun loving person, hell I don't know who would make that their secret unless they're a super serious public figure

20) WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Mirrorball - Elbow
i got nothin

21) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS
Let The Wind Blow - The Beach Boys
THEY'RE ALL EXPENDABLE, HAHAHA
i mean

22) WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
April 8th - Neutral Milk Hotel

sure okay


i'm not tagging anyone because i'm not an awful person

I think I just need to take a week, and adjust everything in my life. Let's just... see what happens if I do that.

I'm pretty sure anyone who cares has my phone number. Preeeettttyyy sure.

aiight

Honestly, this doesn't exactly seem fair, since  LeeLee is 20 times more popular than me, and anyone who could possibly comment on this journal is probably already being pimped in my profile or this journal space, BUT WHATEVER.

I'm also assuming  LeeLee will pimp me and that anything fruitful will come of it, lololol

OKAY

1- I will add the first 14 people (IT'S REALLY 13) to comment on this journal to the Promotional List.

2- For each of those (THIRTEEN) people, I will put their avatar and three submissions I like from their gallery on the list.

3- If I feature you, you'll have to do the same in your journal, putting me on the first place, completing this way the list with 14 people. Etc, etc, etc.

Actually it would make sense to make a separate journal so like um, COMMENT YOU NAGGERS

Now, I'm going to be honest for a moment: As great as I think it is that people are trying to clean up Fur Affinity, this whole "crusade against bestiality" comes off as a tad silly, for three reasons.

First off, quite frankly, I highly doubt that the general internet will ever have a positive view of furries. As it stands, the majority of internet savvy people get what they know about furries from websites like 4chan and Something Awful, and the stigma usually sticks until any of those people in question become a furry themselves. Unless these bestiality bannings gain widespread attention across the internet, I don't see anything meaningful coming from these bans, aside from the fact that you'll no longer have to go to a site where, in some obscure corner, a bunch of dog rapists like to congregate and talk about how wonderful their empty sex lives are.

But really, when you think about it, of what use is it to spend a large chunk of your free time, scowering Fur Affinity for obscene comments in order to out any possible dogfuckers? I mean, Fur Affinity is merely a website on the internet, and when it boils down to it, zoophiles being here don't necessarily degrade the quality of your user experience. Like it or not, there is a large minority (possibly majority, but I'll be kind) of furries that are creepy. Babyfurs, cubfurs, furries who roleplay and public and advertise their master/slave situations like they were real, meaningful relationships... at the end of the day, no matter what we do, furries will be seen as a community consisting of goddamn weirdos, and when you consider that, it's really not worth wasting several hours, or even days trying to get the zoophiles banned, as changing the image of an internet community isn't really worth fucking up your own life over.

Would it be fantastic if all the doggy diddlers could be banned from FA, whether they've admitted to it or not; Absolutely. But the thing is, doing this doesn't really help anyone. The dog diddlers who are banned will continue to abuse their animals without any legal interference, and really, it's not like the "creepers" of the furry fandom are really being eradicated, as the people who like to fuck dogs aren't the only ones who give the fandom an embarrassing name.

But that leads me to a good point: what good exactly does getting zoophiles banned from Fur Affinity really do, besides feeling accomplished as a troll? The mentally sick person in question hasn't really been provided with any help, and thus the people in question will not stop abusing their animals. Honestly, I have a few qualms with the way people in this community argue against zoophilia; whenever someone is outed as being a bestiality enthusiast, it rarely ever seems as if someone structures their arguments with the intention of actually getting through to the person that yes, perhaps fucking animals is a sick and wrong practice. Whenever I've seen people on this website argue against doggy diddling, it seems as if the entire argument is structured in order to improve the image of that person, as the dogfucker and the anti-dog-fucker run in circles, making the same arguments over and over, while proceedingly typing longer and longer posts without really doing anything besides antagonizing the other side and stirring up drama.

It could be argued that there's no point in trying to reason with zoophiles, Ebon Lupus being a fine example of someone who is firmly set in their ways. But considering it's generally the youth that use this site now and days, I'm pretty sure that if people took an approach where they actually try to convince the other person that their hobby is destructive and immoral (not to mention a sign that their life has taken a severe turn for the worst), that they would actually be making a meaningful contribution to society, rather than trying to boost their troll cred by igniting the other person's ire.

So really, before anyone wastes anymore of their time hunting high and low trying to ban the population of animal abusers from this site, take a moment and think what level of good such actions would truly be doing. Step outside of that troll mindset, as well as that possibly bubble of misanthropy, and realize that unless you make an honest, endearing argument against the practice of bestiality, you're only wasting your time, and only contributing to whatever negative views you may have of society for not actually contributing anything helpful to the world. If you want to see change, create change by catering to the humanity of others, rather than embarking on a crusade that, in the end, will have little meaningful impact on any side of the spectrum.

Thank you for reading my pompously, ridiculously long wall of words.

No really, it takes out all the bullshit of most quizzes, and just gives you two comprehensive questions. Go ahead, try it and share the results with me, I implore you.

HERE, HAVE MINE.

SEVEN (aka "The Enthusiast").

"I am happy and open to new things"

Adventurers are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.

How to Get Along with Me

• Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.
• Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.
• Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.
• Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am. --This one isn't true. I don't mind hearing other's criticism and adjusting my attitude if I find it valid.
• Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people.
• Don't tell me what to do. --My natural instinct is to get defensive in this case, but I think I've trained myself to listen to others as long as they're not abrasive.


What I Like About Being a SEVEN

• being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down
• being spontaneous and free-spirited
• being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun.
• being generous and trying to make the world a better place
• having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures
• having such varied interests and abilities


What's hard about being a SEVEN

• not having enough time to do all the things I want
• not completing things I start
• not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career
• having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies
• feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship


SEVENs as Children Often

• are action oriented and adventuresome
• drum up excitement
• prefer being with other children to being alone
• finesse their way around adults
• dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up


SEVENs as Parents

• are often enthusiastic and generous
• want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life
• may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive


DO IT, NIKKAHS.

So, my IRC channel hit 26 users today. And considering everybody is never on the same time, I'd guesstimate that I have three dozen unique regulars now (IF YOU WANT TO BE A PART OF MY AWESOME CHANNEL, READ THIS FOR DETAILS. Good chunk of the people in my brolist go there).

ilu guys so much. <3

Of course, I haven't really been leaving the house as much lately, but I honestly don't feel like I regret it. Spending time with you faggots has felt more meaningful and rewarding than spending time with the kids that live in my city. Granted, I can hang out with them physically any day I want, but I can't help but feel the principal of my school is wrong when he says that "Here is where you will forge friendships that last a lifetime." Because really, I doubt I'll see most of those faggots ever again after I graduate.

If anything, this is where I forge those friendships. And so far, I am not disappoint.

But anyway, I think I'm going to start exercising more and being more responsible and general. Gotta get rid of this skeleton I call a figure, and actually appear like a functioning human being to others.

THANK YOU TO ALL YOU FAGGOTS WHO DO NOT MAKE SPENDING ALL MY TIME ON THE INTERNET FEEL LIKE A GIGANTIC FUCKING TIMESINK, ILU ALL <3

i'll actually put some writing up at some point so there's a reason to watch me

peace

WE HAVE ABOUT TWO DOZEN REGULAR VISITORS

BUT THAT IS NOT ENOUGH

IRC.FURNET.ORG
#FIRSTWORLDPROBLEMS

IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO IRC, GO DOWNLOAD MIRC FROM MIRC.COM

GO TO SERVERS IN OPTIONS

HIT ADD

PUT THE SERVER ADDRESS IN

SELECT IT

HIT CONNECT

TYPE /JOIN #FIRSTWORLDPROBLEMS

YOU ARE GOLDEN

YOU ARE A NINNY IF YOU DO NOT OBEY THIS MESSAGE

THANK YOU




(ps you don't actually have to pay for mirc, that shit is a farce)

If there's one thing I still fail to understand about humanity, it's why people assume that someone is a terrible human being that they could never get along with, just because of one attribute about them. Whether it be because they play World of Warcraft, dress up in fursuits, or really, really like Touhou, these simple interests do not define the entirety of a person. In general, the majority of humanity is somewhat stupid, and I'm sure a lot of people here would agree, being the internet nerds that we are.

Internet nerds can be misanthropic all they want, and complain about how so and so is the reason humanity is broken, but of anything, humanity is broken because the majority of us can't learn how to look past one another's differences, and will go to war with each other over the stupidest little things.

In this case, I'm referring to how the general populous of the internet seems to have the mindset that if, you associate yourself with the furry fandom, you're unlikable filth. I mean, I certainly understand where this stigma comes from, as the majority of furries, as with humanity, are pretty goddamn stupid (although the majority with furries is probably larger).

If there's any one thing that I think alludes many people on the internet is this: You are all nerds. Furries, Videogamers, Anime fans, 4Chan dorks; they're all the same. So most furries are socially awkward morons who cruise for typefucking on the internet and get themselves into unnecessary drama; but that doesn't mean they all do. Assuming the majority represents everyone is a foolish mistake, and I would hope people would know better.

Now, I know furry isn't a race (believe me, I know I'm a human being), and this isn't some stupid-ass "fursecution" rant, which of course may lead someone to ask "Well, why even be a part of the whole furry thing at all?"

Mainly, I have met a shitton of cool people in this fandom, ones that by no means fit the stereotype of the typical idiot furry. They don't typefuck, they're not socially retarded, and they actually have common sense, and I have probably a good two or three dozen friended on Facebook. I've looked at their pages, and they all come off as fairly normal people, and I'm honestly not ashamed to talk about them to people I know in person, because if my school friends met my internet friends in person, I'm sure they'd think quite highly of them.

In essence, this all boils down to the Kindergarten moral of don't judge a book by its cover, and really, I wish it was a moral more people would hold close to heart. Whether it be for tabloid junkies who scrutinize over the outside rather than what's inside, or internet nerds who can't bring themselves to realize that we're all losers on some level, it matters not, for acceptance of our differences is what goes best towards building a strong society.

Alright, I'm done preaching.

[22:19:57] <Pokchilla> [22:19:43] <Amber> i have a kid.. and i had him cut when he was a baby. seeing the little bandage on his peepee made me feel so bad!
[22:20:07] <pzkfw> brb
[22:20:09] <pzkfw> killing myself
[22:20:20] <pzkfw> this is a troll
[22:20:24] <pzkfw> please let it be
[22:20:43] <Alizee> :x

oh by the way

irc.furnet.org

#firstworldproblems

inspired by  lusopakak

everyone join or you're a fag, we've had a consistent count of 16 users all day, peak was 19, k

iluall

OKAY SO APPARENTLY I OWN A FURNET CHANNEL NOW, AND THIRTEEN PEOPLE JOINED IT WITHIN HALF AN HOUR THIS IS P. COOL

irc.furnet.org

#firstworldproblems

Thank you  lusopakak <3

EDIT: FIXED MY MISTAKE

 blitzdrachen is doing these wonderful headshots for only five bucks, SHE'S LOW ON MONEY AND THESE ARE AWESOME, GOD SHELL OUT A FEW BUCKS FOR THIS LADY YOU FAT FAGGOTS.

INFORMATION IS HERE

:blitzdrachenicon:

Oh, and +fav this picture. :>

Cheesy romance films. Sappy pop music. Dirty novels, and most simply of all, greeting cards.

All of these things have the tendency to perpetuate that the idea of love is elusive. That it is magnificent, wonderful, and only people as pretty as them can find it. So many people in our culture glorify the idea of love, they glorify the act of sex and all the "wonderful" feelings it's supposed to bring. We fantasize about these things, and we buy into this product that is love. We buy films, albums (well, torrent), books, and what have you, and obsess with the concept of discovering this wonderful, elusive thing that is "love."

Well, stop.

Love is not elusive.

Unless you sit around on your computer all day, having meaningless conversations with people you'd like to typefuck, chances are you're loved. You have people that love you, and you're a wonderful person. If you're my friend, then I know you're wonderful, and you don't need to be fucking somebody to love them.

The only difference between loving someone and being "in love", is that when you're "in love" with someone, you develop an infatuation with them so deep, that all else seems trivial and insignificant. You believe that this person is the only reason worth living, and everything is based around them, and really, it's not healthy regardless of whether the feeling is mutual.

You are all loved. You are all wonderful, and so am I. There are some people who aren't wonderful, since life by definition is tragic, but unfortunately, we can't change everything. Every change is always refuted by another change, and the world is constantly turning and going through a metamorphisis. The world is full of fascinating characters, both level headed and ridiculously odd (probably the description that fits most of us), and there will always be somebody you can relate to.

Love is not elusive. If you don't feel loved, the only person preventing you from feeling that way is you. Everyone has the ability to be loved, and it's nowhere near as complicated as the mainstream media may make it out to be. Rise above millenniums old pyramid scheme that the corporations have been persisting in pushing, and realize that you are loved. If you're not, you have the potential to be, as you are the greatest obstacle in the highway of life.

Thank you.

~Ben

So, the beginning of this day was just as lazy as the previous, as if it should come to any surprise that such things would happen when you plop me down in front of a computer. I didn't really get a move-on until it was nearly noon, which is around when my mother apparently bought us tickets to her MURRY PURRY lack of furry Harry Potter WELCOMING FEAAAAST derk derk derk. I would take the liberty of calling this a fat, uncreative nerd fest, but I'm probably already two of those things by spending so much time on the computer.

Not surprisingly, I immediately bolted out of there, and retreated back to the hotel room for a little while to figure out what I wanted to do with the day. Originally I was just going to venture downtown and explore Fisherman's Wharf, but naw, fuck that shit ya'll, imma go climb Twin PEAUKS. So I took the subway out to Forest Hill (where I saw this adorable kid with his gay daddy, d'awww) and started walking through a series of winding roads (where I ended up going in the wrong direction a couple of times, OH ME). I took photos pretty damn often, so I can probably let them show my journey UP DA MOUNTAIN.


I'M ON A MOUNTAIN MOTHERFUCKER, DOIN' FLIPS AND SHIT, AND THERE'S A DOLPHIN, GETTIN' EVERYBODY ALL WET


And well, after I took those pictures, instead of just getting up and going back down... I wrote. I sat on the windiest place in this city for a good long while, and probably did the best bit of writing I had in awhile. Mind you it's nothing finitive or final, but I'm happy with what I ended up producing up there.

So, after that thuper thabulous journey up the mountain, I ended up having to figure out my way down, aided by no sidewalks whatsoever (8D). On the way down, I ended up passing and walking along  clayton Street, which I couldn't help but take pictures of. :3

Oh, and I also got some better pictures of Harvey Milk Plaza, since I had to walk along Market Street in the direction of The Castro to get back to the hotel.

So I stayed in the hotel for a little bit, having got some FIVE DOLLAH FOOT RONG, until we eventually went to see Wicked on Market Street. Not surprisingly, the musical was wonderful; at first I was kind of skeptical, since I wouldn't put it past Browadway to put on a show that sacrificed plot and story for the sake of song and dance. But alas, I was pleasantly surprised by how well everything was linked to the original story, and how the musical in itself seemed to be a commentary on why trying to live in a fairy-tale like, idealistic world is utter foolishness. It was oddly insightful, really.

And I guess after that, we came home and I dicked around the compooter box for too long. I guess I just think of Saturday as incredibly eventful, due to how damn long it takes to get to the top of Twin Peaks. But no matter, just enjoy the photography. c:

So, for some reasons that don't quite escape me, I hardly did anything on Friday. I ended up waking up at 8am that day feeling incredibly groggy, since I had done the wise deed of staying up until 2:30 talking to people. For some reason, I was forced to eat breakfast at an illy's (some lesser-known coffee shop chain for those out of the loop). Honestly, I don't understand why someone would find hot beverages and pastries to be a satisfying meal, but then again, there's probably a reason my mother weighs 170 pounds at 5'1.

So, we were forced to switch hotels that morning, since mom absolutely needed to be in the building where her silly Harry Potter Convention was being held for some reason, but we couldn't check into the place until 3. So, we went into the SUPER SECRET NOTORIOUS STAFF ROOM to drop off all our shit, and I left the building to go adventuring. Ever since getting out of the HP movie last night, a random spark of inspiration had motivated me to do something extraordinary with myself (coupled with what  evilamoeba said before I left), so I figured to start, I'd head over to Walgreens and get myself a little notebook and pens.

Pretty much, the only exciting thing I did that day was ride the cable car to nearly the end of the line, and go up to explore Lombard Street, that twisty, windy sunuvabitch that everyone comes to gawk at. However, I wasn't there to gawk, and instead leaped onto a brick ledge lining one of the houses, and stayed there for an hour as I wrote in the little notebook I had bought. However, as it should come to no surprise, bricks aren't the most comfortable material, so I ended up leaving (snapped a shot of Alkatraz on the way back) and getting back to the new hotel at around 3.

And that's when I saw then: The fat Harry Potter nerds. I didn't take any pictures of them since, you know, I don't want to seem like a creeper, but I'm pretty sure you can imagine a gaggle of 30 year olds dressed up as characters they have absolutely no resemblance to. It's like a furry convention without any creativity.

So, I had to wait about half an hour for my mother to get off the security shift that had already ended, before carrying a shit load of bags up to the new hotel room. Unfortunately, it's a shit load smaller the old one, but I guess it's not the worst thing in the world. However, after getting up there, I felt the grogginess from earlier smack me like a rogue wreckingball, and I ended up drifting off to sleep until dinner.

Oh yeah, that was fun. Apparently my parents planned to go to a certain restaurant, without making reservations. So of course when we got there, we found ourselves shit out of luck, and instead decided to make reservations for Sunday (today durp), and following that, wandered around downtown for several blocks until everyone decided to stop being a picky fuck and settled on a generic restaurant that only served burgers, sandwiches and breakfast food. Apparently I didn't feel like taking pictures of any of this, except this thing that I found stenciled onto one of the walls. P. cool bro.

I imagine Friday would have been a lot more interesting if I had actually gotten some sleep the previous night, but I guess it's all good. I guess. ENJOY ALL THE CABLE CAR AND WINDY ROAD PICS.

And this was originally going to be a journal for two days but fuck, it would still be too damn long, considering I actually did a lot of shit yesterday. SATURDAY JOURNAL PENDING.

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So amazingly enough, the panic and stupidity which usually fills my family getaways (which sounds misleading, since I have to spend a good deal of time around them) ended up occurring a day late. That morning, when we were trying to go back to the diner, everyone decided to have a shitfit when my sister absolutely refused to do any moving at all, coupled with the fact that nobody could find their room keys (ended up taking this picture of my dad in the hallway as my sister scrambled around like an idiot). Eventually we did get out the door and oh look more diner photos.

After that, we went down to Powell Station to get some take advantage of the fact that child fare apparently applies until you're 18, but my dad fucked it up by wearing a shirt that blatantly said "PHILADELPHIA", to which the lady responded "Uh, I'm sorry, we only sell those to residents," and wasted his money on 3-day passes. gg dad. But hey, have a shot of the station. V:

So, with our lame over-priced passes in hand, we got on the trackless trolley and headed off to Golden Gate Park, since apparently we had tickets to get into the San Francisco Academy of Sciences. On the TT though, there was this hilarious Asian guy behind me who for the entire ride was singing Fleetwood Mac out loud, and bouncing around all merry-like. I almost got upset when the kids in front of me didn't know what he was singing, and mocked him by going "I'M A BARBIE GIRL, MY FACE MAKES YOU HURL", but I guess I shouldn't expect 13 year olds to know these things. Unfortunately, I have no pictures of him. :[

So, the museum was pretty cool. Fortunately, they don't have a rule against taking pictures of shit, so rather than typing up a bunch of dumb sentences, enjoy my experience through the magic of PHOTOGRAPHY

cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks cocks

And after that my camera battery died wops lol

So, for the sake of filling in the missing parts, we grudgingly walked through Golden Gate Park (which I resented, because I couldn't take photos), where my parents fought like morons because they had no idea what direction they were going in. Eventually though we walked through Haight-Ashbury, the old hippie neighborhood (NO CAMERA STILL ; A;), but eventually I hopped on a bus and got back to the hotel. :3

Alright so, more personal moment, if that heavy description is getting to be too much. As I probably made clear before, I incredibly dislike going on vacations with my family. I honestly wish I could be here with somebody that isn't related to me, somebody I can feel more comfortable around. So, after I got back to the hotel, I decided: fuck it, I'm gonna go find me a nice Castro boy, and do whatever the fuck comes natural. So, after the camera battery charged, that's where I went. :D

But of course, I fail to consider one fact: everyone walking around in the Castro is way too old for me, and it would be kind of awkward to just stop someone and say "HI CUTIE HOW'S IT GOIN'?" I also failed to research where teen faggots might reside, so I just took some pictures of the neighborhood instead.

PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS vagina PENIS



But hey, at least I got to ride the cable car down the hill to get to the subway for the first time ever. HERE HAVE SOME PHOTOS OF THAT WHEE WHEE WHEE WHEEEEEEEE

But dinner was perhaps the most fun part of all that night. We went to some place with Buddha in the name or something, I forget, and while there, me and my parents had a discussion about furries. This came up after I asked about going to Orlando next year for my mother's silly Harry Potter Convention, and remarking that it hopefully doesn't overlap with Anthrocon, which I apparently had to remind her what it was. Now, when I first showed my mother AC, I was under the impression she had no idea what furries were. Well, apparently I'm wrong: She did know what furries are, she just didn't understand that this was a furrycon. And I probably would have said it was, until both my parents expressed sentiments that furries are weirdos. Oh joy. V:

Apparently my father was basing this on an experience ten years ago, where while he was on the train to work, a man in front of him was practically slobbering over a bunch of poorly done pornographic drawings of anthropomorphic characters. I tried to explain that this perception is outdated, and that furries have gotten less creepy over the years, but my whole family found this to be hilarious. Honestly, I'm getting this impression from the videos  kutztowndragon put up, and the opinions  prawst took from it. But honestly, now that I think about it: is the rate at which furries are becoming more socially acceptable really going all that fast? I mean, sure the fact that a distraction had to be performed in order to get the babyfurs back to their rooms signifies a tide of change, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's very significant. If anything, the minority of people which aren't creepers (which I will zealously considered myself a part of v:) are just pushing incredibly hard, and the old guard still compromises a good majority of furfags. So I guess furries aren't much less creepier than they were ten years ago, but at least some notion of change is going about. Regardless though, I don't think I'll mention the fact that AC is a furcon unless I absolutely need to. V:

Honestly, as embarrassing as it is to admit, this trip to San Francisco has been the most time I've spent outdoors probably over the course of this entire summer. Yeah, I'm a goddamn hermit usually. But if anything, being outside so much has caused me to find a deeper appreciation for the city I live in, the great ol' Philadelphi-ay. It's caused me to realize that, hey, San Francisco and Philadelphia aren't much different from one another, and that it would do me some good to explore the town I've lived in for so long, and neglected so passionately.

However, there is one thing San Fray Fray has that Philly doesn't: an old bank that was renovated in order to be a movie theatre. I encountered this when seeing the new Harry Potter movie that night (nerd or not, that movie is fuckin' amazing), and honestly didn't believe I was in a movie theatre. I mean, does this look like any cinaplex you've ever been to? But regardless, I had a great time at the movie, especially with all the unintentional pedophilic undertones that were coming off one of the characters. Good times~ c:

So, we got back to the hotel eventually after wrestling with the local transportation, and after talking to some people, I ended up clonking out at 2:30am. But I am glad that I had one of those conversations, as it made me realize something: I need to stop trying so hard to obtain something that isn't even there to begin with. Some things just aren't that important at this stage in my life, and I need to chill out and simply allow the tide to take me where it's going to go, rather than forcing things to happen faster than need be. It was a good note to fall asleep on, really.

And that's enough for that day. I'LL DO YESTERDAY WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT GOSH

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I'M BALLIN', SHOT CALLIN',
YOU FALLIN', SO WE GOT IT'
IN THE CLUB WE DO IT BIG
SO THROW YO HANDS IN THE SKY LIKE DIS
SO WHO'S GONNA BUY MY DRINKS?
YOU KNOW ITS YOU BITCH
YOU KNOW YOU WANT DEE-AHM-OND-NIQUE
I'M REPPIN' CALI'S STRIP
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So, I got here about 14 hours ago after the plizzane took forever to actually take off from Philly. So far, I've made one assessment: San Francisco is New York with hills. V:

SO ANEEWAY, I left the house around 11am because I'm a last minute faggot and got a bunch of shit before the airport train came. Saw some weird shit while I was walking around, like a guy with a grinder for a hat, a dude dressed up like a cup of Rita's water ice, and an old dude reading a book on top an escalator.

Surprisingly enough, no one in my family had forgotten anything by the time we got to the train station (which is amazing, since this is usually the source of rage in all my family vacations), and my sister decided to be a creeper and ask me to take photos of a guy she's dubbed "Carl the Pose Cop". She says, "If someone is posing, they obviously want you to take their picture!" And hey, how can I argue with that?

I mean, just look at this stunning chap.

So, trip to the airport went fairly seamlessly (although good god it took the plane over half an hour to take off), and I took some pictures from the sky after I got up. If any of you fags never get the window seat on a plane, THESE PICTURES MAY BE OF YOUR INTEREST! :V

I am a bunch of words that can be clicked to bring up different photos oh golly

Also, does this flight attendant not look like Steve Martin? I mean, the image is just spitting.

AND HERE, HAVE SOME PHOTOS OF THE SIERRAS.

So after about six hours, we finally touched down in San Fran, pole danced on the airport trams, took the BART train into the city, and finally got here after half an hour. I gotta say, it was nice being greeted after I walked out of the station ("Hey, welcome to Chicago! I hope you go visit the Statue of Liberty when ya can!")


holy shit everything is so shiny and pretty and magnificent. The hills were kind of ridiculous, but I think the only one that really affected was my sister, since she was stupid and overpacked beyond belief.

So, after that, once it was like, 12AM in Philly, we got settled into the BANGKOK SWEET (due to some weird mix up or something I dunno), found a diner a few blocks down the hill (they serve this amazing goddamn club sandwich there btw: Avacado, turkey, ham, bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiched between a croissant. Fuckin' orgasmic shit). And after that, I dicked around on here for a couple hours before deciding I didn't want to wake up at noon tomorrow.





IF YOU CLICKED EVERY LINK YOU ARE A GIANT FAGGOT




<3

OKAY, SO

In about 6 hours from now, I'll be getting on a plane heading 3000 miles across the country to be in lil ol' San Fray Fray, home to faggots big and small (but apparently no furfags, FFFF). I'm kind of glad that this summer trip is closer to the beginning of the year rather than the end, as it's always been kind of excruciating having to wait for August to go anywhere interesting, so huzzah luck.

The reason I'm going is because my mother is a fat Harry Potter nerd, and belongs to a board of people who organize annual Harry Potter conventions in sporadic locations. Obviously since I'm not retarded, I won't be going to the convention, since it seems awfully silly to go to a city as wonderful as San Fran, and then just spend the entire trip inside the same building. I mean, I'm sure the congoers leave the building eventually, but I'd rather take full advantage of the trip, jah?

There's also the fact that I'm not obsessed with the whole Waggling Wands culture, and arguing relentlessly over who should have been paired up with who in the HP epilogue. However, I will see the new HP movie while there, since it's apparently awesome as all balls on its own merits. Since I BETTER be doing all sorts of interesting shit while there, I'll be uploading journals every single day, with pictures included. :>

YOU FAGS HAVE FUN ON THIS HERE INTERNET, AIIGHT? 'Cause I'm hittin' up dat Cali strip.

Feel free to call/text me while I'm there, hombres (in before I start all my conversations).

Peace~

If the Heavy from TF2 is Russian

And Sasha, which he calls his minigun, is a man's name in Russian, then

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OH MY GOD






(in before it turns out i'm 2 years late on this one)

Hahahah. So, as it should be obvious, what with my presence on the internet and all, I'm a largely introverted person. Introverted doesn't necessarily mean socially retarded, but rather than I thrive more on ideas and alone time, and find time spent with other people to be draining, although entirely enjoyable. :V

So anyway, as many friends as I do have, and as many people as I do love, I'm starting to feel kind of lonely when it comes to romance. Even though I'm perfectly aware that teenage relationships more often than not fail to work out, there's a large part of me that feels unsatisfied. I mean, I'm certainly capable of going out and finding a guy in a club or something, but it seems the men I'm generally interested in are those I met on the internet. I dunno, I guess I wish I could tell someone I love them without it being a girl ( Sammyboo <3).

I'm sure someone will come along eventually that I can love (and really, the internet thing only bothers me if it's all a constructed fantasy that will never go anywhere ever), and I guess I'm just getting restless, being a sappy teenager that was raised on cheesy Disney movies with unrealistic endings. |D

Ventventvent.

SO, HAS A DEBT SHE NEEDS TO PAY OFF. SHE WILL TAKE COMMISSIONS AT WHATEVER PRICE YOU NAME, BUT DON'T BE A DICK ABOUT IT.

plz help her ogm

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Rather than die old, and not have done most of the things I dreamed of.

Join me if you want to, mothertruckers.

Hey faggots, I'm going to be on less until Finals are over (like, early-mid June)

If you want to chizzle-chattle, or exchange texts so you KNOW YOU'RE IN MAH HEART, put (OPS TOO LATE) in yo phizzones.

This is a good idea yup yup

SO YEAH, IF YOU DON'T SEE ME FOR AWHILE, don't complain, although anybody who might miss me is probably in my phone so !!