Where are you staying?
Grand Sierra Resort (con hotel)

When will you be there?
Wednesday-Monday

How are you traveling?
Beep beep

Who will you be rooming with?
 pockybandit  max.fluff  Bondo120  MojaveKoyote

What is the best way to find you?
Telegram Luka_Loftypaw or spot the rainbow-earringed aura woof roaming around

What do you look like?
Like a blue dog with an eye mask about to rob a bank or somethin'

Will you be suiting?
Yis

What is your gender?
Boiii

How tall are you?
Tall enough to ride the rides

Are you taken?
Yeep, by  PockyBandit

Can I talk to you?
Of course. I'll probably be shy for a while though unless we find something neat we have in common

Can I touch you?
Boop my snoot! Not too hard tho

Can I visit your room?
Nupe! Top secret aura woof happenings in there

Can I buy you drinks?
Am bringing my own fruity wuss drinks \o/

Can I give you stuff?
Yeah! I love stuff! As long as it's not anything gross like nudie pics

Can I hug or snuggle with you?
ouo

Are you nice?
I try to be! Be nice to me and I'll be more than happy to return the favor

Will you be going to parties?
OuO

Will you be performing?
If performing means walking around the con while squeaking obnoxiously, then yes

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Just shout "HEY IT'S LUCARIO" just like everyone else will be doing

Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
Everywhere, including the video game room to support any Lucario players in Smash

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
Probably not if I don't know you

Can I take your picture?
Pictures are always welcomed!

Who will you be hanging out with/seeing this year?
A decent pawful of peeps

What's your goal(s) for the con this year?
Enjoy it to the best of my ability, because it's a long six months until my next con ;w;




If you know me or watch me, catch me and say hai! I'm happy to take pictures and selfies with any adoring Lucario lover ♥

I'm looking to get some paw art for Paw Day. Anyone have any good recommendations for anyone who can complete a piece by then?

 UltraBondageFairy is surveying kinks/preferences of furs. Check it out, and refer me in its first page if you'd please.

https://goo.gl/forms/IZN8TsiNOWp69kOo2

It's pretty fun, and gives you a chance for free art, too c:

What day are you getting there?
Thursday afternoon

How are you traveling?
Plane

Where are you staying?
DoubleTree

Who will you be rooming with?

 pockybandit  JAHgr0mit  Knotty_The_wolf

How long are you going?
Thurs - Mon

PERSONAL

What do you look like?
Gayass blue jackal

What is your gender?
Boyyy

How tall are you?
Tall enough for the big kid rides

Can I talk to you?
You can try, but my replies will be limited if I'm in suit

Can I touch, hug, or snuggle you?
Owo

Are you nice?
I try to be

CONVENTION

Will you be fursuiting?
Gayass blue jackal costume

Where will you be most of the time during the day/s?
There is no saying, but I'm likely to frequent the video gaming area to cheer on any Lucario players in Smash 4 or Pokkén Tournament

What is the best way to find you?
Look for the blue jackal with the gayass rainbow earrings

If I see you, how should I get your attention?
Join in with the rest of the crowd shouting out HEY IT'S LUCARIO OMG

Are there any panels you might be attending?
Mangusu's for sure. I wish there were a pokéfur panel though

Will you be performing?
I'll be performing an act I call "he walks around aimlessly"

What/where will you be eating?
Food (hopefully)

Can I come with you for food/fun/etc?
owO

Can I buy you drinks?
Mmm~

Can I give you stuff?
Yis

Can I visit your room?
OWO

Can I take your picture?
Yis

What are your goals for the con this year?
Have a good time? Enjoy being away from home... I 'unno

Planning on attending MFF this year, but I have a dilemma: due to free room reservations, rooms in the Hyatt Regency ran out so quickly that I wasn't able to get one.

I'm wondering if anyone watching me is also attending and has space for four furs in their Hyatt room, or rather, is contemplating their ability to go at all.

If anyone has space for four and is willing to take that many roommates, I'd be very interested in rooming! And alternatively, if you're debating whether or not you'll be keeping your reservation, I'd be very grateful to accept it from you. I'll also give you some money in return as my thanks.

Or if you know anyone that's looking for roommates, I wouldn't mind you giving this journal a forward!

Thanks for reading

Did you attend?

Did you hug at least a few suiters?

Did you make the silly Lucario squeak his nose at you?


If you answered 'yes' to any of these, congrats! You had a PHENOMENAL BLFC experience!



BLFC was really great this year! The ending to the story left a bit to be desired, but all in all was a fantastic con. I'm sad that it ended so quickly, but its attendance jumped so high and even surpassed Further Confusion's rate due to its well-deserved hype. The festival was okay but lacked the high energy that parades usually have. Let's hope they change it back to parade next year butdontcountonit
I must say though, the dealer's den was very large and had many more wares to browse. Loved the new setup for sure. 10/10

Hope everyone else had as great of a time as I did! I already can't wait for next year's

Wow! I had such a great time this year; the best one yet! I stayed in the fantastic Marriott hotel for the weekend, went suiting in my own and first fursuit, and even made a kewl new friend!

On Thursday, I arrived in with  pockybandit and  kovathelion and  knottythewolf and  JAHgr0mit at about three in the afternoon, just in time to check in and find out that they ran out of double bed rooms even though I reserved one.  pockybandit lost her handpaws and we searched everywhere for them, only to discover just today that she merely left them behind at home. So silly!

Friday was my dealer's den and art show examination day where I swooped in like a hawk to snag up some nice things that caught my eye (some things much nicer than others, if ya catch my drift ;D) and then I went suiting in my own suit for the first time. It was a lot warmer than I thought it'd be, since I was used to the colder weather I've had back at home recently. I couldn't imagine how suiters can withstand so much heat!

Saturday morning, I eagerly slipped back into my suit with a newfound, confident attitude, that I would not let heat bother me.
It worked! Once I entered character, the heat was as if not there. Why care, anyway? Becoming someone non-human is out of this world to me, and the most magical experience I've ever ever felt. Ever! I danced around in the parade and said hai to soooooooo many hyoomans on the sidelines; so much fun! I even met a kewl  houndoom2542 'roo who became my best con buddy evar! Such a soft belly and cute ears and soft paws and lots of pretty colors! Did I mention soft?

Sunday was funfunfunfunfun except when I found out that someone outbid me on a art piece by a single dollar.
Come on man. Nawt kewl.
But otherwise Sunday was great! A little sad tho 'cause I knew it was the last day ;w;

And then today, Monday, I did my goodbyes to the fiery Lucario I met and to our wonderful roommate  JAHgr0mit before departing back home.

BLFC is next though, and this Lu will be back to show his eager face and spread his friendly aura!

Be there to celebrate the victory of la résistance!

I'm going! Who else is? I'm excited! And on my fourth year attending, I finally managed to snag a room at the Marriott!

The hype is real

*-*

This again. Who of my watchers will be going and be interested in meeting?

Who all of my watchers are going? Lemme know!

And watch for the Yoshi guy sporting Pokemon paraphernalia!

Just another journal seeing if anyone's going to Further Confusion this year in case you guys missed the last one or skipped over it or what. Am interested in meeting anyone who wants to meet and chat and hangout and whatever, would be cool since this'll be my second con and I don't really know anyone else who's going. I'll be the pink and black kitty girl if ya see me :D At least one or two of the days anyway

Soooo I'll be at FC 2014 most likely dressed as a pink and black kitty girl. Are any of my watchers going as well and are interested in meeting and maybe hanging out?

(stolen from  Master.Chaos who stole it from  lemona_poptarts for fun)

How old were you when you:

Lost your virginity?
17.

Lost someone close to you?
14. My friend Elijah from middle school stopped talking to me after going into high school

Consumed alcohol?
Sometime between eight and 10 when my grandma snuck me some, though I didn't start drinking really until 18

Received a kiss?
When I was 14 and from the girl I really really liked ^///^

Went to the hospital?
13 Lol for a stupid tick, and then once more at 19 for Guillain-Barré Syndrome

Had a broken heart?
My heart's always been broken because real, living and breathing Yoshies don't live on this planet :c

Lost a pet?
Goldfish sometime between seven and 10

Went to a concert?
No legit ones yet

Met someone famous?
At 12 I got to shake the hand and get the autograph of Arnold Schwarzenegger

Got in a car wreck?
None yet

Dyed your hair?
Haven't yet, but I have the red dye to do it whenever

Flew on an airplane?
Sometime around one year old, so I don't remember it

Went to another state?
Moved to Washington when I was two, then back to Cali when I was five. Been through Oregon tons of times

Got a tattoo?
None yet, but I'm considering it

Had a piercing?
Same as tattoo, but a piercing is more likely to happen than a tattoo

Smoked pot?
My cousin forced some in my mouth when I was 17, then I tried it willingly last week at 19 to find out that I don't
really care for it

Smoked a cigarette?
Never, and never plan to

Went to Disney Land or World?
Not yet

Broke a bone?
Not yet

Had A Long term relationship?
16-18

Passed out from drinking?
Last summer sometime, so 18

Were dumped?
At 13 by a dumb chick who liked cows more than me

Joined the furry fandom?
I discovered myself to be furry at 16 when I was shown furry porn and got an instant erection. Hahaha

I don't understand why many go against me so much. They like to justify most everything they say or do against what I may say or do. Why me? Why am I always in the wrong? I try ever so hard to adapt to the world around me, yet, it's never good enough for some. I'm very open, very friendly, and I try my best at being outgoing and courteous. I dislike shallow, arrogant folk who don't return kindness or concern they themselves may be given. However, if I complain, then I'd be a whiner, or just weak in another's eyes, assuming they're the shallow or arrogant type who may or may not find themselves as a more prestigious rank than that of myself. Those who don't know my stories, or who have no desire to know them, will continue to treat me as they usually would. Generally, these are the more arrogant, ignorant, and/or hierarchy types. Personally, I merely seek understanding and tolerance from others of my indeed strange personality and mental workings. As even I have not the slightest clue as to how my mind processes variant input, I have little control over things that many maintain full control over in their own minds.

This note was obviously aimed at the ignorant/shallow/arrogant/emotionally oblivious type of crowd. I wonder how a member of this type of crowd would possibly react if one were to take the time to read it to this finish...?

*Holds forehead*
Meh, I'm not feeling so well today, I suppose I caught something going around, from others at school I'm assuming.

In this journal, I'll be ranting on current topics of my current standings with life.

-School--it's dragging on for what feels like forever. I wish it could be Spring Break already so I can lie down and not worry about tomorrow, or about assignments. Or about being around teenagers I dislike being around. My teachers are cranky and think I'm strange, as I get those vibes from them...
I notice my "friends" don't seem to pay much attention to me anymore. All my life though, I could never and still cannot figure out what I'm doing wrong .-.
Oh well, I suppose who notice me are the ones who genuinely like me and actually have a desire to play/hang out with me. If only school were out, I could avoid these people altogether and start my own life. Just over three more months though.

-Family--So, I guess my dad thinks that, even though I'm 18 years old, I still have to stay the weekends at his house with him against my will. I'm not exactly familiar with the divorced parent child custody laws, but I think that since I'm legally an adult, I can remain with my host parent if I so choose to. I don't hate my dad, but it's horribly boring there, and when he says that I have to go even if I don't want to, I kind of don't want to go even more so than before. I'd much rather chill out and relax in the comfort of my own bedroom on my weekends rather than share a cramped room with my younger sister who has a knack for driving me up the wall.

-Art--Ahhh, drawing, something I wish I had half the skill of those I know and don't know personally who draw. Haha, if anyone's read my last journal where I said some nonsense about drawing things and posting them up, then you might (or not) be disappointed, because I've had no inspiration to draw anything besides a few little doodles that I don't care to post, as they would likely catch no one's eyes. If my school would have let me take Art I last year, or maybe if my self-esteem was higher, then maybe I'd have a thing or two to show. Is it strange to have a burning desire to draw things I feel so passionately about, or just my own fursona? I mean, to be able to draw these things? Am I a lunatic or psychotic to lose all of my self-esteem over my mind telling itself that it cannot draw semi-decent art, or do much of anything at all? Sometimes I feel like a complete loser because I feel I do not possess the ability to even sketch out things that I visualize in my mind. I can mentally visualize something, like a posing character or a scene, and I can plop my rear down in front of my sketchbook, and I can even put a #2 Ticonderoga pencil in my paw. However, there is some sort of obstruction blocking my paw from being able to transcribe
those thoughts and ideas from entering the paper. I believe it could be a de-motive from my mind telling myself that I cannot do it, or that it could be my feelings disallowing me to express my feelings in the forms of graphite images.
Somewhat more rationally, I believe this is all a matter of my lack of a tutor or teacher whom could teach me basics of sketching, and that it could be my lack of belief in myself, and even embarrassment of having my work seen by others who'd criticize it. I feel embarrassed even when no one but I is around, so I always end up erasing out anything I attempt. An envy of practiced artists who have training and/or natural talent does not help my self-esteem either.
I feel as if my value as a furry itself is only as good as the dedication I feel I ought to express through art. This isn't a good combination, as since I believe that I possess no value of artistic skill, creativity, or mental visualization, that I have no value as a living creature, and therefore, have no purpose to exist.

I hate to end things on bad notes, sooooooo...

*BIG HUGS* And happy face! ^.^

If anyone who's read this far has any advice on anything I've ranted about above, feel free to help me out, as it'd be much appreciated. Otherwise, I'll figure something out myself, eventually. That, or my soul will wander eternally in search of the answers I've sought for what feels like forever.

(Happy New Year!
2012: a brand new year full of brand new possibilities, events, and resolutions. Mine are along the lines of doing well in school and to tell my rear end to not be so lazy anymore hehe.)

The Good:
Christmas Break is going good for me, as I've been enjoying doing nothing, really. A big thanks to my dad and his ever-so-wonderful girlfriend–whom I consider one of the coolest women I've ever met–for giving me a generous Christmas gift of money. *Hugs them* I have saved up enough cash to go out and buy myself something I've dreamt of having for over a year now: a brand new Wacom tablet!
Digital art: something I've only fantasized myself being able to do one day, now a reality! I'll definitely be drawing up new things and stuff, and have so much fun doing so, too. Hehe.

The Bad:
My finals...didn't go so well. For the most part, anyways. I was in jeopardy of failing about three classes (I'm lazy, not dumb, thank you xD) I passed two of them. One, how? Busted my rear the night before making up missed assignments. The other I have my wonderful teacher to thank, for she must have been thinking of how she's my favorite teacher when she graded me; she thought I deserved a bit of extra credit! Well, maybe more than a bit, and perhaps not so much extra credit, but rather an unintended extra tap of the '5' key, which ended up scoring me some 155 extra good behavior points. Did I say behavior? I meant accidental... ;3

The Lame:
Break is halfway over! Nooooooooo!!! I better do all the nothing I can possibly get done before my nothing time is gone; nothing could be worse than running out of nothing time, for nothing would get done as far as nothing goes!

"Wat zegt jij?"

"Niets...~"

Hello @ all, I'm back after a long absence of being grounded from the internet; neighbor's wi-fi sure comes in handy! -Thankie neighbors-
Well, I've been stressed over my upcoming finals lately, but I'm trying my best to prepare for them and pass my classes. Something I like to do but haven't done in a long time?
Draw. I'd like to, but so often do I have artist's block, which sucks. Sometimes I just need to be in my creative moods, or inspired by something. Lately, I've been craving the experience of holding a pencil in my hand and transcribing my imagination onto paper, and have been thinking that, perhaps, after the storm of worry and panic over finals week, I'll take a new beginning on my art, including drawing style; I want to give it a complete makeover! :3 ...Not that I really ever posted anything, but still something new, at least to me. Being grounded, I'll have plenty of time to brew up and scribble down images that may leap into my head over this upcoming winter break from school.

Ohhh, the anticipation of having no schoolwork for two weeks! X3
*Excitedly jumps up and down*

Clear blue skies, a crisp cool breeze, and icy cold water. In a mid-sized raft, a few fellows; a dark fox, a further-aged beaver and duck, along with my father and my green self, jump inside and push off the riverbank. My dad has his adventure camera upon his forehead, recording our exciting adventure. Flats of smooth, glassy water torn apart by underlying rocks, we speed over them unsatisfied, left wanting more. A great day of fun over at the finishing point of the river, having seen enough scenic beauty, we stop for lunch. Afterwards, we decide to go down again, but this time it's I who has the camera on my head, since I sit at the front where the action is, as to take more exciting video. My father at the command of the boat's crew, he directs us under the overpassing of the Interstate 5. A giant boulder rests in the river's center. My dad, though far too late, directs his crew to left-paddle around the obstruction. Because of the time loss, we weren't able to dodge it in time, and our raft is pulled alongside it, grinding against it. Into the water hole behind it the boat is pulled into, my father and the beaver are thrown out and off to the side. We frantically try to paddle away from the hole, and do, only to be vacuumed back in again. Our boat is sucked down into the hydrovortex created by the boulder, and nearly flipped, though it threw out the duck and myself this time...
All was sky blue, then only the piercing sensation of icy, frigid darkness. beneath the surface of the cold water I'm pulled down into the whirlpool and spun around, I had no idea which way gravity was pulling me or which way the sun is. I flail my arms around, trying to resurface.
"Uunngghh!!!"
Into a submerged rock my leg is thrusted upon by the river's powerful current. Pain shocks me, and surges through my mind and mortal body, I also thought my time was over, as far as breathing goes. Seconds after, my vision returns as I come up and see but blurry trees, and the boat. The paddle was still in my paw somehow, I held onto it through all the freezing hell I went through; the dark fox came into view as well. She pulled the boat alongside me and hoisted me up and onto the boat. After I climb back in, I slump to the floor, my body exhausted of most of its energy; my body shivering massively from the freezing cold mountain river water, I can hardly speak.
"Th-the ca-cam-camera, i-it's g-gone!"
Fuck, I was too tired, I couldn't do much anyways, the camera must have been washed away when I fell out.
My father shored a ways back from where I reboarded, the fox and I paddle downstream and off to the side, at least we tried to, as we hit yet another boulder and almost flipped on it. Already scared, I was then scared out of my mind, I've always had a big fear of water as I've nearly drowned twice in the past as it is...
After that we managed to pull alongside the shore, the duck was waiting for us there already, he hurried there as the fox and I paddled. Though weak with shivering and aftershock, I wearily climb out of the boat and onto the land, I start maneuvering over the giant rocks that lie on the river's edge, in search for my dad. I spotted him, making his way through the overgrowth towards me. I came close, asking if he was ok. He wasn't very happy, not at all when he realized the fate of his three-hundred camera.
We return to the boat in silence, the others whom fell out were back already; thus we resumed our cold and watery trek. We once again finish our journey. I felt totally exhausted, because of my low-stamina body. I sit in the sun as my dad left for our car, resting on the blacktopped parking lot, tired, trying to dry my clothes. Upon the return of my dad with the car, we head out and down the highway back to town. Silence, later followed by a scold, to not ever again ask to borrow my father's things ever again. I felt bad, though it wasn't my fault...
My dad wasn't always like this, before he joined the Armed Forces, he was a different man; the perfect father in my mother's eyes.
I write this message as we drive southward on the interstate, pondering life, wondering why things occur, though mostly I think of those I love most, need more than anyone, and need love and comfort from after going through such a traumatic ordeal such as that of today. Yoshies need their sibling's and mates' love like they need oxygen-rich air filling their lungs and sweet fruit to fill their hungry bellies. Without love, a lonely, empty, sad Yoshi is made.

[Written 6/26/11]