MATTERS.

*COUGH*

 AbbeyJunction
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So, I'm tired of being called fallout. I no longer identify as a full fox (nor do i think I ever will again) and over all I'm not the biggest fan of the Fallout games (although I
do enjoy them). So I've created a new account because I can. When It's fully operational and looks almost identical to this account, I'll probably ask people to switch over
since this one will be dead. Love you guys, Abbey out.

Alright, so i have the opportunity to buy a laptop. It will make my life easier, wont have to travel to home to write papers, will be able to do homework at cons and on the
go, ect. The trouble is that I'm geeky enough to know somethings, but I'm not geeky enough to know others. In otherwords, furries, help me find a laptop!

Don't worry about price, I just need a laptop that can power through heavy programs like Photoshop and Maya, has a good screen, and is able to hold at least 500gb of hard
drive space.

If anyone responds, thank you! :D

P.S. Yes I want a desktop and to build one at super cheap prices, but right now i don't have the space and a laptop will get me by for a couple years while I attend college. :/

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How many of you Fuzzheads are comin to RF?

:D :D :D :D

I'm currently super excited this year, should be interesting to go about and meet even more peoples!

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And someone else is gunna steal your carbon.



This song forces me to bounce around a room in an excited clatter, shouting and generally making noise.

It's not often that I (or many others really) get the chance to sit and be 100% sure that everyone in the room doesn't care about how you act or dress. Which is the
situation I found myself in yesterday. Every winter, summer, and other disclosed dates, there are secret AB/DL gatherings around these parts. You get in by invitation
and you are checked out before being invited to the bigger events. Everyone is super friendly and creepers are kept out of the loop. That being said. . .

After a short drive from my house and getting confused on location, my fuzzy butt arrived. In front of me was an old house with tons of tarps up on the side to block the
entrance to the back yard. Little paper lily pads lined the way to an entrance (the front door isn't too inconspicuous) and once you got in, the parties motivation was oh so
obvious. I wont go into detail out of respect for some of the other party members, but i can say most of the people there did NOT have pants on.

Now, as is customary with being increadibly shy and only knowing 3 people, I immediately became a wallflower. This is about how the first hour went, as per usual, until
someone got a-hold of the information that I wasn't padded. The person to leak this information is a big meanie. just sayin.

It all goes down or up hill from here.

I was led upstairs to gather supplies (there was a main room for bags and 2 changing rooms) and brought into the first changing room, being stripped and padded fairly
quickly. I ended up in my yellow top that looks like a plain dress except it's super short. It was at this point that I decided having something to hide behind was a good
idea, so out came my red panda plush for optimal snuggling and feeling safe.

Sorry to be boring, but really the next 5 hours was me sitting and conversing with people and running about like a toddler. Somewhere in there i changed myself into
a skirt-all and tights, adding my pacifier to the mix. The only really outstanding thing i can think of was a bed. This bed was in the room for bags and it is one of those
beds that is much higher then a normal one, about 4 ft or more off the ground kinda high. There is, in my opinion, almost no better way to cub out then to start on the
floor and work your way up onto this thing. You feel so small and little, instantly reminding me of the days when i had to do exactly that. At one point my leg was pulled
up and the other hanging off the side with my body half-way on. I looked behind me to be greeted by the sight of myself in a mirror, diaper (cushi) showing blatantly and
everything else skewing proportion. It made my heart flutter and I got, quite possibly, the biggest smile and blush on my face ever. Afterwards I took a small nap, it was
worth it. :P

So, do any of my watchers have any suggestions on where to start looking for colleges/universities? Lately I've really been thinking
of attending fine art school after I get my current degree in animation and game design. Really, art has it's special place in my heart
and that's what I REALLY want to study in depth.

However, I really don't know where to look. I've never been one to actually look into colleges because I guess i just never have. I was
never that kid who aspired to be in some uni in the next couple of years, so this is new territory.

So far the only thing that has really caught my eye was Gage's Ateliers program, but it doesn't say anything about a degree.. (not that
I mind, It seems a perfect fit for me). I dunno, I'll keep a lookin, but suggestion are welcome!

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Welp, Time for this one to take a small trip down to Portland Oregon again. This time I actually have someone who knows where things are, unlike my foxbutt mate
 adilor who didn't ever do anything in Portland. :P Also, I'll have non-furry company on the trip up and down to keep me.. well.. company. XD

Toodles all!


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F5 AND ENJOY MY STUPOR.




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Fuck. -slumps-

I totally had a goal of 200 and not to take advantage of my moms credit card, buuuuut...
She told me I had a limit of $500 to kickstart my female wardrobe, but I didn't even get pants and it still came out WAY more then i expected. Oh well. Panties, Cammy's,
and lots of tops were acquired, plus a little bit of cheap jewelry. Basically I'm all set now to start full time gender switching, I just need to win the war against my facial hair
and get around my father; Only then can I really start start hormones. :/

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the catholic church was right. Like they were about EVERYTHING they said. Amirite guys?

http://www.galileowaswrong.com/galileowaswrong/

Please note: I'm being sarcastic. Also, I have to wonder, why.

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EEEEXXXXXSSSSPPPLLLLOOOOOSHHHHUUUUUNNNNMNNNNNS!!!

so 4th of July is tomorrow, this girls most favorite holiday. Why?

well.. uhm.. EXPLOSIONS!!! ... that are pretty. >.>

*goes back to playing spiral knights*

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I don't know whether to laugh at the stupidity of the person interviewed or... you know what? i really don't know what to do. :/

http://www.furrynewsnetwork.com/2011/06/5841/


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Yesterday was really the first day where I have had absolutely no obligations come up. These past few months have been go go go and it's really been the first time alone i have had to in a very long time. But yesterday I got on the computer and played for a couple hours before sitting back on my bed and sketching a couple skeleton poses. It felt nice, knowing that no-one expected me to be anywhere and I didn't have homework hanging over my head.

Not to say that I don't miss having school, College is the only place I have ever succeeded in an educational environment. Plus it's teaching me about the arts and other stuff I missed out on in highschool. :/

So with all this free time (and alone time, waking up at freakin 9am everyday for no reason) I'm already commiting myself to draw and create more music. Also, my webcomic may be started this summer since I have the cast sorted out and I'm beginning a script and storyboard.

But that isn't all! My goal this summer is to start hormone therapy and begin the process of wearing my genders clothing full-time. Which means i need to make a shopping trip for more make-up and clothes. I have a whole wardrobe that needs replacing. This also means dealing with my father who is... not at all accepting or happy with simply knowing I do it. But sitting here with a thumb up my ass and doing nothing about my transgenderism really bothers me. It especially bothers me since my dad really is the thing stopping me at the moment... him and facial hair. EVIL facial hair. >:C


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I wanna go T.T






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Don't click any link that has "cool beans" In it.

Just look at the link on the bottom left of your browser while scrolling over a link.

an STD clinic called "the fox clinic".

It would work whether or not you were furry.

God-dammit I'm tired of living here. I really am. I'm sick of the mess, I'm sick of the dirt, I'm sick of this family and all of the petty drama and close calls it brings into my life on a daily basis. Alright, yeah, I admit, It's nice. I still live with my parents who pay for things, I'm still living under a roof with food and some money in my pocket. Neighborhood has a low crime rate and the people.. are shallow as fuck but mneh. I have found reasonable people.

What bothers me is the environment I have to return to everyday. It seems anywhere else I go I'm either a bit happier or i find myself being able to think easier. Here, It's clutter and a pigsty on a daily basis that literally cannot be clean. I feel like Alex mercer was correct about kipple, that it must be contained or it overwhelms everything. I keep trying to keep things clean, I really do. But no-one in this house seems to want to put forth the effort into actually sticking with it. Plus the kids next door make an annoying racket while I'm trying to work in the basement. So it's either smell the god awful staleness of the basement or deal with the sound (computers are downstairs).

Then there's my dad. I like him as a person. He has worked hard and long for me to live and be fed and clothed and for that I am eternally grateful. But what I can't stand anymore is simply being afraid. Being afraid to wear certain clothes, act a certain way around him, ect. It's wearing my patience thin that I have to wait a couple years to start hormones because I know everyday that goes by I lose some more of my softer features to fucking ugly manly ones. I already don't have curves anymore, no matter how much i work on fixing that, and that alone makes me cry. :/

Then there's my mom. I love her to death, I really really do; But I am basically a second psychiatrist to her. As much as having one on one time is special, having her bitch about my dad 24/7 isn't really my idea of a good conversation. Especially when it's every. damn. day.

My brothers are fine. They help a lil here and there and we all have a nice lil unspoken pact.

I dunno.. This just needed to get off my chest. I'm currently going through an emotional roller coaster or PMSing or something. Maybe I'm Bi-polar like my mom thinks, who the fuck knows?

This... looks.. actually, it really does look promising.

http://www.furpaws.net/

Original Reference.
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2400826/

Spread the word!

Also http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2398660/

For the people who were "re-educating" these children.

http://-alphawaves.tumblr.com/post/.....t-a-utah-wwasp

They will be taught how to socialize correctly in an environment where groups are diverse and humans treat others correctly.

To even get a small glimpse of this enrage's me to the point of hysteria. I HATE inequality and I especially hate those that use empty knowledge
that has no backing information to force their thoughts on others. It's disgusting, sickening and morally wrong. Not only are you showing it's
OKAY to kidnap and abuse others, but you're also giving these kids a validated reason to feel worthless and kill themselves. If i was sent there,
you would be damned right i would create the biggest fuss, muss and get kicked out as quickly as possible. Fuck these people.

Wooow. damn. Two days and i remember some parts vividly and some parts... eh. This weekend, for those of you out of the Washingtonian loop, I was at the ever wonderful folk life. A giant, free, music and arts festival in Seattle. Fridays are generally the slowest day thanks to it not being the weekend and such. So it was spent moseying along and meeting with awesome people that were there. However, I accomplished the goal of drawing something from seattle center both days and hung out with stoned hippies, including myself.

Both nights (friday, saturday) were spent with a bunch of cubbies that were awesome to hang out with.

Saturday was spent in the same fashion, except i met up with an AB group halfway through and toured the SSC. Afterwards was spent enjoying the company of others and the cops questioning whether my water bottle had alcohol or not. (which it didn't. >:/ )

Saturday night was spent regressed and partying. XD

And now it's now. I dunno whether or not I'm going back to folk life or not cus parking is annoyingly expensive. That and My mom is still in the hospital fer pneumonia (I do know she is okay, which is why I still went to folklife), So after a shower and change, my priority will be to see her.

Welp, time to go do things. Bye bye alls *waves my stuffed animals paw*

I had my first guitar lesson today and the first thing the guy pulled out was "hey joe" by Jimi Hendrix. I butchered it horribly, but even those few notes I DID get were
magical. Grr... I want to do too much stuff with my life, which is something I suppose I've always had a problem with. organization and me are not the best of buds.

I'm going at em!

Now this is a medium I've been dying to use yet I've never gotten around to it. Definitely exciting! Plus it'll help teach myself basic color theory and how to mix
things well. There will probably be a mess all over the table by the end of this.

That is all.