Yeah, back again for one of my bi-annual LJ posts. I'm making the transition from Myspace to Facebook, just because more of my friends use Facebook.

We're still living by the mall, but now we don't have cable, phone, or internet. I'm picking up a non-secured connection on my Wii, because my laptop and PSP don't work. I need a new charger for my PSP, and a clean install on my laptop. Typing on the Wii is a biotch, so I walked to my mom's house to use her computer. She's been clean for over 150 days. Can't say the same for my dad - he got fired for reasons related to crack cocaine, and is paying the electric and water bills by selling pills. He's selling more than that, of course, but I can only say for sure that he's selling pills. My guess is that the stripper addict he brought home to stay a couple months ago is a bad influence on him. My long-lost older brother RJ, whom I haven't seen in 5 1/2 years, showed up in the middle of the night with Marshall at our old house in Fleming. Now, he's been living with us for a few months. He started staying at about the same time as stripperlady. The black wasn't working, I shaved my head again. Bangs are eye-brow-level right now. I was banned from DarkCorps (the friendly, non-hacking community that Astaen and friends formed after their/our hacking community was shut down by the host) for trolling the shit out of a gay weeaboo nigger.

So, I plan to post a bit more, since FaceBook lacks any form of journal feature. I'm off to recover some pictures and update my LJ and FB avatars,

OH MY GASP, MUFFIN IS POSTING ANOTHER ENTRY

Yeahaithar. Had a giant ass birthday party before summer started, not sure if that was in my last post or not. Moved over the summer, again. Near the mall now. haven't updated because I've been making other updates on my myspace, MyFursona, etc. Saturday manatee. 

Let's see, what are some things we DID do over the summer....

We went on the boat a couple times, joe hung out some (and is finally hanging out again tomorrow)...bought a laptop from selling shitty drumset that I got for christmas... 4channed....uhh... bought 2 Guido Fawkes masks from Amazon.... Saw new HP movie, couldn't understand a word....shaved head....shot web....Maybe a quick adventure to my myspace blog will help me out. Brb

I caught a giant plecostomus. So yeah that's about all. :/

"We're being forced to move out because the landlord is a jackass. My dad put most of his money on the down-payment of a huge house nearby. Apparently, so did 6 other people, and the whole thing was a scam." (insert getting poor and having to move with no money here)

~MyFursona blog

I hope to clear up my message inbox here and maybe make some friends HOLY SHIT I JUST ATE RAT SHIT IN MY HONEY GRAHAMS WTF IS THIS I DONT EVEN here. This way I might create an audience and go somewhere with this journal, and read other journals, etc.

So YAY, HIGH SCHOOL.

Yep. It's Feb 12. 2009, Lincoln's 200th birthday, people can now get food for negative prices, and Wall Street is getting back their trillion dollars, but for some reason don't like it.

Wall Street lost a trillion dollars. They whined.
The government is baling them out with a trillion dollars.
And they're still WHINING?
Fuck you, America.

Ignore that pretty little picture up there, because in November '08 I shaved my hair. New years, I dyed it black. Now I look like Ozzie back in his crazy train days.

I got suspended from school monday!! W0000T!

Read this, copied and pasted from another place I typed it on, because I honestly don't feel like typing it out again.
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(Few weeks ago:) Yeah, this kid named Jordan Fucks and his unsightly friend kept messing with Cody and I, and after I ran him down the bleachers for insulting me, it sort of ended.
(A few days after that:) Some kids told Andy to try to take something out of my backpack. I caught him in my reflection and turned around as fast as I could, but as I ran after him he cowered behind his friends.
(Monday:) Jordan has been spreading rumors that I'm bi, emo, and date Cody Ebach. I keep telling him that if he keeps it up, I'll fight him. Every time I offered him to throw the first punch, he only refused and said he would only hit me if i came to his house. Cody (FUCK YOU, KEEP SHIT TO YOURSELF) told Jordan and his friend a joke I told Cody: "I'm going to shoot my model rocket at his house.". Cody, being the happy-go-lucky, ignorant, innocent fool that he is, ran up to Jordan laughing and told him that I said that.
That didn't help the situation, it only made me look like a fool. Monday during 5th period gym, after the 4x1 relay and dressing back in, Jordans unsightly friend came up to me and said sarcastically, "You still wanna shoot a rocket at my friend's house?"
"I never wanted to, but I will punch him in the face if he comes here right now." I told him.
He went and got Jordan, and he slumped over to me. "You wanna hit me?"
"So, the only way you'll fight me is if I hit you first?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"'Kay." I punched him square in the cheekbone under his right eye. He stepped back, staring at the ceiling, an aghast look on his face. He took his jacket and backpack off, the look tightening. I lunged at him and got my right arm around his neck, he kept stepping back, trying to spin his way out. I lifted my feet up and slammed his skinny ass onto the ground; at which point some teacher's pets broke it up and we were motioned by the coach to his office.
I will never let any prepubescent, 4-ft-tall, hate-preaching, narcissistic, homophobic Christian 7th-grader try to rune my reputation.
Now he's telling everybody that he won by slamming me into a locker and choking me as he kept getting punches. I think I'll kick his ass again Monday. He didn't get a single hit. I came out unscathed and he walked away with a huge welt under his eye.
Ha ha, Jordan. Ha ha.
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Huh, I haven't posted in forever. I'm trying to get all of the furries I can to take this poll so that I can prove that not all furries are the same in every way, simply because they have 1 similiar interest, they must all be homosexuals who want to fuck an animal, right? That makes sense. Poll #1335000 Furries! Which applies?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 0

Which applies?

Which applies2

I became a furry because....

Well, Obama is president for those that would rather read my journal than step out of the door to find out what's going on.

What I got for Christmas? A 360 Elite [not really mine], A drumset [mine], and that's it.

Nothing has happened, except my hard drive being wiped clean, which means all of my TDT guides are gone for good. Damn, right?
So, I re-installed Windows which was supposed to be a cracked version, but it WASN'T, and my last day to activate it is in 2 days.
But, my grandpa got me a cool christmas present from Amazon, which came in the mail yesterday....or the day before....I forget. Mario Kart Wii.
Anyway, I've been at home for 6 days with chronic strep throat, which sucks balls, because I can't take amoxicillin with my swelling. I have been taking the powder, which tastes TERRIBLE.
I've been schedule-switched out of some classes, and I lost my velcro. Yes, the very velcro that would have allowed me to finish my fursuit. >:(
With my gaia hacking, I have been banned at least 4 times since my last post. I've quit Gaia completely, and have asked them to ban my I.P. to discourage me from registering again.

So.....what else, what else.......I've been pondering make some YTP's or AMV's so I could grab some glorious YT views. PONDERING.

Uh....
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Posted this at 2008, 20:08.

Here is a quick brief of my day....

I woke up, made a sammich, and nothing too important happened until the bus arrived. I sat out their freezing my nips off in the morning, as these jackasses passed by in their warm 100,000 dollar cars.  The bus came, and I.....Here's a quick note...

--My brother is a raving jackass.


First period...
I walked in and just looked around the room, imagining what everybody would look like as an anthro. We went to the library and did a pathetic test, as if we were in preschool. What pathetic excuses for challenges they assign us....  I was forced into a group with 3 happy-go-lucky, talkative students. I kept to myself as they repeatedly asked for my opinion. I hate people....

Second period....
Whoa, Supan can be pretty bitchy when she wants to. Nothing happened, we took notes. How exciting.

Third period.....
We launched our balloons....Or, they launched their balloons. Whenever we were indoors preparing our creations, Mr. Carrell had ignored me whenever I asked him to assist me, leaving me out of the activity. We returned to class, and some students were acting out, and they recieved textbook work. Unfortunately, Carrell hadn't seen me behind him, and I was also left with the rest of the year with textbook work.  Ugh..

Foruth period...
Lunch? I ate none of that disgusting, overpriced slop.  Fourth period, I was left out of the "geography bee". I had tried to get Spratley's attention so that I could inquire whether or not I could read a book in his library, Rascal by Sterling North. I love raccoons....=^_^=

Fifth Period....
Me, being excluded from the football tournament (People exclude me from team sports because they'd rather assume that I'm incapable than give me a chance to show them my abilities), participated in volleyball with some 5 other children. I don't do non-contact sports.

Sixth period.....
Substitute teacher, made remarks about how our parents were raising us, and presented our grades to everybody. I seemed to be the only one actually doing my work, yet the teacher assumed my grades were so terrible that I wasn't even listed in the roster.

I got home. I had to do countless chores, my brother was and continues to be a presumptiuous douchebag to me, yet insists on me helping him with his technical issues. No more of that.  My brother is a dickhead drag fag. Look at urbandictionary.com in a few days for the meaning of that term, I'll be posting it when they get their servers up and running.

Fuck my brother with a flaming spikey dildo shaped like Cthulu's dick on fire.

Well.

Here's what i did today....

My brother woke me up and kicked me out of the bed, so i moved into the living room. That was 7 AM. I fell back asleep, and I woke up countless times until my dad finally woke up. He kicked me off of the couch,  at which point I was awake.  I watched television and he cooked breakfast. I snagged one of his pancakes and 2 sausage patties, and then called Cody. He walked here. Yea, despite the access to his brother's bicycle. Let me stop here and take down a little note....

-Build Cody his own bike.

Well, he arrived, I fixed up my scooter for him, and we took off to fish at the pond right beside the area where Winterfest occurred. Halfway there, I realized we had forgot bait. He went ahead as I turned around to get some bait. I emptied out my backpack and carried my fishing pole in it, as well as the bait and a knife.  When i finally caught up with him, he had found a shortcut to the pond.  We got there, cast out, and caught nothing. I think i got a hit, but I'm not even sure anymore; it's been so long since I have fished.  We decided to move to another place, and  then decided to go to his house. We did, and I was introduced, yet again, to his brother Jesse. Whoo! I've memorized his name! A minor accomplishment!  
We played Mortal Kombat: Deception for about an hour, and I created Chuck Norris using the fighter creator. That was fun, sort of. Not really though.
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And then we all left to fish again, and discovered a duct on which we could fish from. We caught nothing. Again. But, we saw an alligator. How exciting. ☼_☼
And we left for my house; Jesse hadn't seen it yet, and apparently Cody finds it amazing.  On the way, we decided to at last explore the woods we had been so curious out. We tackled down a few trees and started to build a solid foundation for a hangout.....using sticks.
After that,  I carried the scooter for Jesse; it had broken. He had to walk, so Cody and I decided to join him in walking our bikes. Jesse, with his fingerless gloves, bright shirt, pants, bandana, backpack, and walking stick, looked alot like a Pokemon trainer cosplayer. Huh, I've typed this entire paragraph without looking at my keyboard. That's new. Anywho.......We FINALLY got in my neighborhood, and we fucked with these kids riding past us by putting our fingers up to our nose and laughing when they had past us (It's a little game of sorts, the last person to put their finger up to their nose gets laughed at and is claimed to be homosexual). We arrived at my home, and played some pool, and then we went back into that insane tangle of weeds and trees beside my backyard and I hacked away with the machette, Jesse had some clippers, and Cody had thought that shovels were made to smash things flat, as he had seen in countless cartoons.  We cleared a 10-foot walkway and tried to dig for worms (FAIL), and Jesse went home afterwords.  Cody stayed, we choked down 3 hot dogs each since we hadn't eaten since breakfast,  and watched some TV. We tried countless things to relieve our boredom, such as set up a thermostat; which I had though was one of those devices found in classrooms used for reading inputs of barometers and whatnot.  I got pissed once I found out otherwise. Cody went home, and didn't take the damn bike that I had offered him to borrow.  He is obviously in trouble with his parents, his father called a long while after he had left, claiming he wasn't home yet. If only he would have taken my offer, but he thinks that walking is more efficient than riding a bicycle.  My dad came home, we (he) did some christmahannukwanzakah decorating, as I laughed hysterically at some of the definitions on urbandictionary.com.  I learned some new words like McCaincient, McCainiac, flavorgasm, sexting, et cetera.  Then I cleaned the house and watched my sister as my father left for unknown reasons.  I lifted weights for about 45 minutes, and here I am now, Other things have happened, but aren't worth mentioning at the moment.

Nobody even reads this journal. Tomorrow, I will practice my art some more. I might even post my horrid scraps here, for some advanced criticism.....from my conscience, the only being who I am "talking" to.

Have a good one, conscience.

What I've done today:

I made a sandwhich.

I watched a dude eat a burger 10 times the size of a large Whataburger in 11 minutes.

I did a little parkour.

This situation fell upon me:
My friend Cody called after I ate my sandwhich [And sadly, before I could make my coffee], and told me that he was having a wonderful, happy-go lucky time at the YMCA by somehow using coffee and a banana to sneak in without a pass. He asked me if I wanted to hang out with him and some other kid at Winterfest, so I answered "Sure," thinking that the other kid was another teenager with whom Cody and I would freely ride around with. Sadly, it was an 11-year-old who was being supervised by his mother. Meaning, that I got stuck with Cody, a momma's boy who wouldn't cross a barren road without calling his parents, let alone sneak out of that sausage festival to go fishing or something; and Steven, the 11-year-old who isn't allowed to do anything, since he's never been out of sight of his mother.  Imagine how I felt there. 

Anyway, that lasted from 10 to 2.  I need to find some new friends, preferrably some that are both mature and free-spirited.

And then I came home and watched a certain Disney-Pixar movie about a filthy rodent contaminating gourmet food.

After that, I practiced my art a little. No need to hold off resolutions until New Years.

Then I ventured into the depths of my garage and dug out some Chrismahannukwanzakah lights and made sure they worked. My mom had called me and convinced me to do this, and apparently she has Pink eye, the flu virus, and bronchitis.  Fuck.

And then I partook in some rather unmentionable activities.

And then my dad came home with groceries, and knowing that I would be left with the tiresome job of unpacking them, I snuck around the house before he saw me and rode the crap out of my bike. I hauled out my neighborhood and rode for some 2.5  hours, during which time a squirrel got his tail severely damaged. I don't stop for suicidal creatures.
 I came home, had some chicken, and here I am now. 


I wish my father would at least answer me when I ask him when I might get the book I've been wanting. Every time I ask him, he will just stare at me and wait for somebody to bust in the room saying something else. I would rather him tell me "Never," than not answer me at all.

I'm going to have problems as an adult, aren't I?
 

Regarding my last post....

My opinions on the human nature to fight one another:

I don't think any side fights for what they think is wrong. I think it's just a clash of differences. I think when ideas enter into competition, they have to resolve dominance. I suppose the only truly "wrong" idea is one that takes away self determination.


Does this answer it? Since nobody will tell me, will you at least tell me if I got it RIGHT this time? I need guidance!

There is so much evil in this world. Will somebody please explain to me why people feel that they must treat people as insignificant, yet for some reason see them so much more significant that themselves, that they must harass them to feel better about themselves? There has to be a better explanation than that.
 It's not human nature. It's not because they feel "insecure".....There has to be something deeper than that. It's pure [i]evil[/i].

It doesn't make sense. Oh, what cruel fate it is to live in this world! To be raised in such a happy place, simply building up suspense for the moment that it comes crashing down? I want to know to know the truth, I just wish I hadn't learned it until I was older. Of course I'm mature enough to handle it, for you can't "un-know" the very thing that makes you know....

If this world was created by a being, I don't want to meet the sorry bastard.

When somebody who retains such an evil is asked why they must use it, it's always a response that simply represents "Shut up. I'm going to start something else and pretend like I never saw your comeback, because I know you'll win. Because you know everything I'm saying is only being said to make me look cool."

I wish people could see "cool" as "nice". As something that makes everybody feel good, and equal.

Why is this world that way? Will somebody answer me? I seem to know more about it than most people I ask, yet I still know so little......

3 Balaclavas, $100,  upholstery foam,   elastic,   Super 77 adhesive spray, a block of foam,  6 different colors of faux fur,  a bunch of chiffon, and a place where I can put it all together.

^_^

Well, today......Meh.

First hour=6th Period::::::I got to class early and finished up the homework from the previous night, and sat for 10 minutes as the assistant went over something I learned over 3 years ago......Simplifying fractions.   Yeah........And then I actually completed the homework from today with the spare class time. Double-whammy.
Second hour=1st Period::::::Ah, Mr. Pughs' class. Mrs. Stutts came into class and handed us a worksheet and we did some stupid shit with comparing slavery and the holocaust....Like I've never done that before. I swear, 8th grade in this county is like 6th grade in Jacksonville.
Third hour=2nd Period::::::Mrs. Supan's class.....Right.......I didn't have my homework done, thank dirt that it was due tomorrow. Finished that up on my lap, out of sight from the teacher [ Wow, that sounded wrong ].  And then.....Nothing happened. Just an ordinary science class about stuff I already knew, making it seem short.

Lunch:::::I might've eaten a little more lunch than I should've, but I made up for it last hour. I was glad to be one of the first in line, but some nigger tried to skip me. I let her get to the door, and then shoved her off.  She, as a casual preteen african american, made apparently rude, but incoherent, remarks about me. If only they could use constonants.

Fourth hour-4th period::::::We watched a video. Not a particularly exciting one at that.

Fifth hour-3rd period::::::::::::::I continued to build my model rocket, and when I approached Mr. Carrell for help, he made a rude remark about my intelligence, covering it with a cough. I was broken.  I hadn't known that only retards wouldn't know how to build a model rocket engine. Jeez.

Sixth hour-Gym [5th period]::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::I was feeling extremely energetic and light on my feet, so I dressed out and planned to play basketball sociably. That was pretty hard, because nobody wants to think that the kid with 20 extra pounds of fat can play basketball. I don't see how it's logical in any way to jump to that conclusion before giving me a chance. Can somebody clear that up for me?
Whenever I accidently caught hold of the ball, the whistle blew, and apparently it was something called "Sideline basketball". I thought we were playing good ol' fashioned BASKETBALL. People were screaming 'SIDELINE!" at me, and that could've meant a number of things....

"Get on the sideline"
"Get off of the sideline"
"Leave the ball on the sideline"
"That's not the sideline"
etc.....

I freaked out and just did what I would've done when playing a regular basketball game, and I tossed the ball to the closest member of team. Boy, was I pissed that every single activity in gym class was some fucked-up version of an original game. Horse became Knockout, Basketball became Gay, baseball became gay, and they just destroyed everything that made sports....well, sports. I'm still pretty pissed about that.

Bus ride:::::::Of course that bitch had to be there in the AFTERNOON. She wasn't there in the morning, and I figured I would have a nice, empty bus seat. And I did for 4 seconds. She then boarded and squeezed me against the cold wall of the bus. When the bus was almost cleared, we had to get another bus of kids from a broken down bus, delaying my stop.  But when we left, I looked back and the other bus driver was driving away.  Broke down my fat ass.

Home::::::Walk in, have a snack, and sit down to watch that gay show Rob and Big. Tried to get a diet pepsi and got tore out by my brother. Called my dad, he said it was okay, and I was tore out again by my brother, even though I had permission.  Holy fucking dirt, my brother is the biggest douchebag on the face of the planet. Like he has a right.  He dropped out of school, and he thinks he has the right to be a douchebag to ME whenever I come home from something he couldn't do. Fuck him.

Apparently leaving for my Mother's house soon, I haven't been there in a hell of a long time. Going to the dentist tomorrow morning. Bleh.

Dark side:     Going to the dentist, and not a good one either. One of those in a ghetto, broken-down plaza with a mexican-style roof.
Bright side:   Going to the dentist might mean missing school. Yay for me.

I tried to work out some bugs in my fursuit head, and I did......sort of.  That moving jaw's a bitch, eh?
I'm definitely using the Balaclava technique next time. All that would take is cutting a hole in the mouth, and then I can jump straight to foaming and furring.

If anybody feels like it, I need concept art really bad. I have a concept, but I need an experienced artist. The one I've hired is taking way too long......


You have a good one if you're reading this. If you're not, fuck you.

Well, LJ is going down.
That's gonna suck.


Today was okay, I guess, but DotA makes it better.


Right.
In other news,
I haven't posted anything in a while due to the fact that I'm constructing my fursuit head using the plastic canvas technique.

I kind of want to do a Masquerade at Anthrocon, but I don't think they will let 4 minors do it >.>
Not to mention stage fright.....


If I had some batteries for my camera, there would be more pictures of my furhead than text.
I promise I'll find a way.

I'm going to spend the last 2 weeks of the year easing into nothing but fruits and vegetables, and then just fruit, and keep eating less and less until New years at midnight, when I will stop eating until I am satisfied with my appearance.

Unless anybody out there wants to suggest a diet that worked for them....

But anyway...



Yeah....

Have a good one, the 1 person who actually reads this.

I would want to be George from Stoneheart, or the kid from Dragon Rider.

But if it were to be made a reality, I would want to be Fisk Black from Jay Naylor's Better Days web comic.

Books I remember reading, because they're worth remembering:

The House Of The Scorpion
Stoneheart
Dragon Rider
Better Days [Not really a book]
The Devil's Arithmetic

I've read so many more books, including several entire Manga series, but the ones above were just so long that I can't just....You know....

Not post them. That would be insane.

Fuck yeah!
It's the mother fuckin' weekend!!!!!
I'm going to have nothing to mother fuckin' do for mother fuckin' two days!!
Mother fuckin!!!!

This post is intended for all of the people who treat me like a 4-year old at GCSJH.
The work isn't too hard, I just fail to see what my motivation is. I would fix it myself, and would want to fix it myself, if it weren't for you strange people calling me away from class every damn day.
That's the kind of person I am.   Even if I could give myself a million dollars without having to do anything, I wouldn't do it if somebody else told me to do it, not knowing I had already planned that. I don't let people have that feeling of "Oh, he listened to me. I helped him."
You know why? Because I DON'T FUCKING NEED HELP.    I knew that I had to get my act together after my first report card, and I really tried. And then I keep getting called in saying I haven't been doing my mother fucking work! If I'm not going to get credit for trying, I'm not going to try at all.

"Oh, he needs to get his grades up. Let's make him miss all of his weighted classes so it can get better!"

And if you're concerned that I have mental problems because I withdraw myself from society, That's the kind of person I am. Don't take my uniqueness away from me. Please.  I, personally, see something wrong with you. You obviously can't differentiate between a 13-year old and a 4 year old. Go see somebody about that, seriously.

If I could be left alone for just one god damn week without being talked to by some strange psychos treating me like I'm a fucking toddler with low brain capacity, then I would do all of my work, because nobody would be telling me that there were consequences if I didn't.

If nobody would have told me about the class downgrade, I would've done all of my work. That first meeting was enough, the rest just lowered my self-confidence that much more.

You want to help? Then leave me alone. I don't listen to people who downgrade my classes. I don't listen to people who speak to me like I'm 4. I don't listen to people who call me out of classes, and tell me that my grades aren't improving. That's like making somebody cross a field of insects just to tell them "That bug you just stepped on is dead."

All I ask is for you to leave me be. If I could catch a break where I wouldn't have to talk to you, I would do the work without any form of rebellion. I want to get out of school as soon as possible, and failing a grade is the last thing that I want, but I'm not going to change who I am just so I won't fail a grade. 

I'll propose an offer to you:
You leave me alone for an entire school week, and I'll do all of the homework, the schoolwork, the studying. If I can last 5 days, then I get to stay in the classes I belong in. If I can't, you can slam me down to the same classes as the wrist-bangers .  I still wouldn't do the work, because I would probably continue to be called out of class. And if such happened, whether it be the normal classes or the retard classes, I still would fail. If I were to stay in the advanced classes, I would maintain a C and above so long as you didn't call me out of class, or stand behind me in class to see what I'm doing.
I don't listen to people. I listen to myself, and I often tell myself what others would tell me anyway.  I really wanted to see an A on my report card until I got called in to these stupid little meetings. I can't tell you how much that discourages me.

You fail.
And stay the fuck out of the rest of my journal.