So good news is, I have a scanner and webcam availible to me now. This makes me happy because I can show of some of the higher end doodles I've made, I'm actually fairly proud of a few of 'em.

Bad news is I've been in and out of the hospital since I moved back in with my parents.
Week one I had some sort of UTI from hell, like seriously I have never pissed blood before in my life and I was terrified, thank god it was just an infection.
Then the next week I get what I think is some sort of spider bite. It swells up like some sort of fucking grape fruit and I get it lanced.
MOST EXCRUCIATING PAIN OF MY LIFE! Like seriously, They had to hold me down, dope me up, and I still ended up shoving my bandanna and my mouth and screaming sch obscenities that they closed the door shut to keep my hollering out of earshot. I could of made sailor blush.
Later that same week two more spider bites appear. one on the side of my head and another on my lip.
I go back and it turns out I have MRSA. It's some sort of bacterial auto immune disease. Basically I'm fucked. SO now I am stuck in bed covered in open sores for the next week. My play's opening night is in 7 days.
Oh and did I forget to mention? I did buy my Alestorm tickets. It set me back 90 dollars too. Unfortunately this was before the whole MRSA thing. I was contagious, the doctors pit me on quarantine and I couldn't go. All my friends did though. I'm glad I could give Mike and Dave that gift, I'm just depressed I couldn't enjoy it with them. And that I'm out 90 bucks with nothing to show, except the gratitude of a couple of friends.

Shit sucks right now.

Getting kicked out.
Yeah you know what really sucks? Getting kicked out by friends.
You know what sucks even more? Getting kicked out by Friends who you know will probably never talk to you again afterwards.
You know what sucks even more then the previous suckage? Getting kicked out by friends who you know will probably never talk to you again afterwards, and knowing that they're the gateway to a lot of your other "friends"


Yeah, so I'm getting kicked out of my place on the fifth. Meaning I'm going to have to swallow my pride and talk again to my mother, for the first time in a year. And beg to live with her again. If it was only that I could live with it. But the fact that the guys that are kicking me out are essentially the ring leaders to a much larger group of "friends" some of which I genuinely liked, really fucks me over. Because this just means I lost my social life, in it's entirety. After this affair is over I foresee having a grand total of three friends. Because I know those guys through things other then my roommates. *sigh*

So I dunno, I have a feeling life is going to take a turn for the sour. At least my Boyfriend isn't dumping me. Though It wouldn't surprise me if he did after the stigma that's heading my way finally does hit.

I did decide to Bury the cat that night, deep enough to where the dog wouldn't Dig him up. I'll let the family Know when they get back.

But yeah, the good news is That I've managed to get the smell outa those back rooms, and get them almost completely clean, there's still a small little corner where I threw all the junk that looked important so I didn't throw it away.

The rest of the cats are having a ball with all the open space ._.

The warning is necessary, and I'll explain why shortly.

Anyone who reads these Journals knows that I've been house sitting for a friend's mother for the last week. By House sitting I really mean watching her animals. And by watching her animals I mean I am babysitting 8 children (7 cats and 1 dog).
Anyways, This place is gross. It's by far the messiest house I've ever been in in my entire life. No matter where I go in my life I can rest easy knowing that no place will ever be as gross as this place. I cleaned out the living room on the first day. I filled 13 Hefty bags with Trash and burned it in a fire pit out in the back yard. I cleaned out one of the bedrooms the next day, so I could have somewhere to sleep. Another 5 Hefty Bags. The filth in this house is literally waist deep, and ranges from empty beer bottles to moldy pizza to random electronics.
Anyways today I decided to tackle the back rooms. There were literal rolling hills of garbage. I grabbed a snow Shovel, Grabbed some more Hefty Bags, put on some rubber gloves, Pulled my bandanna over my mouth and nose, and started shoveling. About halfway through something started smelling really really really bad. Bad enough to scare the cats off that were following me, I had to pull back and Vomit in the bathroom.

WARNING!!!!!! Do not read further if you have a weak stomache
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This is where it gets Disturbing.
A few months Ago these people Had 8 cats. One of them (His name was Ceaser) went missing, and they assumed that someone let the cat outside and were all ten kinds of distraught. Ceaser was an old bastard, like 14 years old. And he lived in a very unhealthy environment.
Anyways, I continued shoveling, this time I pulled a second bandanna over my face after smoking a menthol and rubbing some Vicks on my upper lip. The smell was still overpowering, It almost smelled like Raw meat left out in the sun. And then I uncovered it.
The Corpse of Ceaser still had bits of fur attached to him here and there, but for the most part the maggots had done their job. You are reading this correctly, I uncovered a decomposing cat corpse. Safe to say I vomited again. This time I couldn't make it to the bathroom. Fortunately there was an old cat litter bucket nearby.
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Poor Ceaser, I honestly have no Idea what to do with him. Safe to say I am thoroughly dumbfounded. I did Put him in a Shoe box ( I was out of stuff to vomit up at this point) But I really don't know what I should do. Do i go out back and Bury him? Do I let the Family know? Do i call somebody to report this?
I Don't think I could bring myself to report this, They're such a nice family, and honestly the cat boxes are the cleanest things in this house. They do a great Job taking care of the cats, and Dog. I suppose under the piles of trash I probably wouldn't of Noticed Ceaser either. And this place always smells terrible, so I wouldn't doubt that it escaped notice.
I really just don't know what to do or say ._.


TL;DR I was cleaning the Backrooms and found a dead cat.

I appear to have lost hundred dollars in the time span of one night.
This wouldn't bother me so much if I had a job.
Or if I didn't work my ass off to get that hundred.
I mean I know I spent like 30 last night, but that should leave me with at least Seventy, Unless I was a lot drunker then I thought I was and bought a prostitute. In which case, my bad. But I've never bought one before.
So there goes my Alestorm tickets. I was really excited too. I was going to buy 'em today D:

these next two weeks.

This in itself is pretty lame.
The fact that I was given $150 and unlimited access to a liquor cabinet make it better.
The fact I'm baby sitting a 300 pound Burmese Mountain dog with an intelligence level to rival that of a goldfish sucks. The damn thing won't come inside.
Sick cat is here as well. SO I'm taking care of a sick cat too.
Oh and the house looks like fucking Dagobah. It's a swamp in here!!!!

that is all.

How long ya Quit with the MMORPGs you always want more.

I hate that I can't afford WoW so now I'm left trying to find a new (free) MMO, until I can get a job to pay for my crippling addiction.

any suggestions?

I realized a few things, I'm a horrible sex fiend when I've drank just enough to be on the "delightful drunk" side.

REGARDLESS that's not what I wanted to write about.

So y'all know how I started wandering America a few months back? Yeah, I never wrote anything about that. That shit was fuuuuun. It started off pretty simple. Hitched to Idaho, from there I headed south. Hit up Nebraska. from there I kept going to the coast, and bummed around New York for like a night or two, before I decided it was time to head home. Where I hit Georgia, and California. Then back to Oregon.

That's about a months worth of travel, give or take. With minimal facebook and no phone.

The first leg was my favorite, because I had food for that part. You know? Mtn. Dew is a damn good thing to have. I left Oregon with the intentions of meeting up with an old friend over in Idaho. If any of you are from gaia way the fuck back when His name there was Doctor Chocolate Pants, not that anyone would remember. But regardless, I've known the guy for years. Regardless, I caught a ride with a trucker all the way to Boise(sp?) from there it was a quick hitch a little east. I'm glad because this only took like a day. Somewhere around 20 some odd hours total, I think. Regardless I get to his folks' farm and what do I do for the next 4 days? drink and chop wood.

.....fun


And then I set off yet again. Walked some, rode some. All in all my trip down to Lincoln city Nebraska wasn't that exciting. My only real reason for wanting to go there was I remember passing through briefly as a child. I get there only to realize, "yup; this place was kinda boring." Or so I thought. I wound up meeting up with a fairly nice fellow that night. His name was Ford, really cool guy. Turns out he was in san fran around the same time last year, as was I. So we were like "Shit, dude!!" ANyways, I wind up going to some party with this guy and his friends (really I was hoping to use their shower). I assume the party was fun, because I came to on the side of a fucking mountain with a bunch of passed out bros. I have no idea how I got there. Nor who's idea it was to go there. Hell I don't even know if our driver was sober. I do however know that I left a pocket knife, a can of chili, and a tennis ball I had found a few days previously on the side of this random mountain side. Hung over and unquestioning, I asked the bros for a ride back to Lincoln where I figured I would try to hitch a little further south.


AND! i have lost interest in writing this, I'll finish at a later date.

WAI DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS!?!
Looks like it's time to reinstall steam.


Oh yeah, and I'm back from my trip around the states. I'll eventually give a summery of this/

Yeah, SO I'm off to explore America! Again..... Got my bag packed, I'm all dressed up, no where in particular to go.

What's in my bag, you ask? A number of things.

Blue- my stalwart companion, a teddy bear from the Grateful dead 1982 warlock tour.
1 Blanket- thank god it's warm out, my gram made this bitch for me.
1 Pillow- I'm used to sleeping with 10, but 1 will do.
4 cans of Nally Brand Chili- eh, it's edible.
1 Big ass knife- mostly to be used as a machete.
2 pairs of pants- One nice pair and one workin'/travelin' pair
2 shirts- see above
a pair of converse- for city walkin
a pair of boots- for mountain walkin'
My wallet- because that chili won't last me longer then 4 days and I like food.
a liter of Mtn. Dew- For energy and moral.
2 water bottles- WATER IS GOOD!

I don't think I'm forgetting anything. My first stop I think will be Idaho. I have a friend who's family owns a farm out there. Maybe I can stay and work a little, eh?

Again.


So it looks like I'm going to be homeless. Again. I'm not really worried about that. It's always an adventure when you got nothing to tie you down!
I'm just wondering where I should wander to this time. I'm thinking Mexico. Maybe Canada.

Kamen Rider.
Yeah, I have been gluing my eyes to a computer screen and watching subbed Japanese garbage.
KAIJIN <3






....Henshin!
also, if this makes sense to anyone else other then me, I will marry you.

Once again.
It's been like what. A year? I'm still alive and kicking, and what a year it has been! Regardless, I may go back to lurking around on people's journals and the like. Hell some of you may even remember me. Wouldn't that be a shocker?
Regardless, after a year I've done way to much, went to san fran (pride was grand!), Spent a few months homeless, My cat died, Got a house, Working on getting a dog, And am dating outside the fandom.
Do you still count as a furry if you take a year long break?

I've given up on WoW...I have uses for the internet once again.

Remind me to not stay up this long again anytime soon.
Not only did i see a guy who looked like a fish down at the Bus station.
But I named him "Flipper"
After the dolphin....
which we know is in fact, not a fish.

And i decided I want to see him fight a cross between a wasp and wolverine.
I call it the wasperine. And it is a beast of eXtream danger.

I also (this is not from sleep deprivation) Saved an old woman's life. And it's not even noon yet. Seriously. She was on the ground having a seizure. At first I thought she was just retarded....and I'm ashamed to admit I chuckled. Took me a second, BUT I realized what was wrong. So I went over to her (keep in mind this is in a bus station roughly twelve people in it. no one doing anything about it.) And Asked if she needed any help. No response just twitching. So i asked again. (Standard procedure for CPR stuff if I remember correctly)
Further twitching. So I Prop open her mouth and hold onto her tongue to make sure she doesn't choke on it. Which in retrospect was a bad idea. she might of bitten my fingers off.
ANYWAYS
I hollard for the staff to get their asses over there. And they did. Called 9-1-1. And now I am a hero. that will go unsung. because it was first thing in the morning and nobody cares.

OH WELL There's my good deed for the day.

Bunny-sleep=WTF?


ANYWAYS it's porn and nap time now.

I have a list of things i need to do.

A lot of things actually

1. Finish the porch

2. Paint that cabinet

3. Write something furry (this is a toughie)

4. Clean my pipe

5. Rebeat Jak II

6. get a job

7. Poetry, maybe.

8. Deep clean my room.

9. Discover the purpose of life (hint: it's not reproducing then dieing)

10. Solidify the Temporal Philosophers oath

11. Finish Doctor Who.

12. Get a copy of monster rancher.


See my to do list.

I hate the way the submitting of the stories work. txt documents suck for submitting.
and it doesn't display .doc
So that only leaves the other option. I'm not even sure what it is.
V.V
*sigh*
Oh well I'll submit both a .doc and a .txt document each time then.