words of a dookdook

This is one of the many many journals where I say "I should post more.", yet, never do.

I got a twitter anyway, which is easier and much more post-modern and hip cool :3 http://twitter.com/magferret

I'm starting to dislike my FA username a LOT. I just can't really change it seeing as I have my reputation/fanbase/stalkers/whatever in that account :( Maybe one day when I have a much more solid following, I can change over to something better.

People think I'm a girl. It's because Mag wears a pink scarf. :( It's weird though, I've never had this problem until now, I'm surprised I've not had people thinking it sooner.

I got a new sketchbook, this cute small one, recycled paper... of course. :3 First thing I drew in it: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2809825

My arm is getting better, slowly. I had moar physiotherapy on it on weds, was painful, but helped a lot! It seizes up sometimes and it still won't extend fully, but generally it's fine. Just doubting I can get my arm extended fully ever again, which is more than likely.

Uhhhhhhhhhh that's about it I think. SUPER FRAGMENTED JOURNAL :3 I shud post moar, but I know I wont.

P.S I have more flu!!!! <3 I'm a man so it's MANFLU which is very very serious!! I need hugs and pawrubs to get over it :(

So my parents came up to visit me for a couple of days. It's been a long long time since I've seen them. I didn't realise how much I've actually missed them until they got here. They've been through a lot of shit the past few months, but they're still chirpy and happy like always. It was really good to see them, and I almost cried when they left. Being away from them for so long really got me to appreciate how much they've done for me the past 20 years, I wish there was someway for me to show them how much they mean to me. They really treated me while they were here, took me and Stu out for a meals a couple of times, bought me some new jeans (since mine all have holes in or are wrecked at the ankles), all with money I know they don't really have. I really wanna go down there and visit them for a while, it'll be pretty tough since it'll probably be the last time I see the house before it's sold but it'll be worth it just to spend some more time with them when they need me the most. It was really good to see them again, though. I love them both so much.

I GOT ONE TOO.

also since my phone has a great camera and I actually take lots of photos of things, i'm going to make my LJ a sort of photoblog thing. So expect lots of random picture posts from me :D ok byee

ignore any poor grammar / spelling in this post, i'm typing with one hand. no i'm not fapping. let me explain.

i went into manchester yesterday to see owen pallett aka final fantasy live. i met up with flint a few hours before to hang out and shop / drink coffee, flint went for a bus home and he had to run to catch it, i was following behind. a guy came from nowhere and pushed me to the ground, shouting 'fuck off' trying to start a fight or something, i had no idea what was going on, other than arm fucking hurts and i need to get away from this guy right now. i got up and ran, catching up with flint who had run ahead not noticing i'd been pushed over. the guy thankfully wasn't following me, soi said goodbye to flint and i walked around the bus-stop out of my way to avoid the guy, since he'd probably try doing something else if i went near him again. i managed to get away and back to birdie.

anyway, at first it just felt like a pulled muscle, so i didn't think anything of it, i couldn't move it much without it hurting. we went to the venue and it started to get worse. i asked for a bandage to make a sling from, and the medic guy strongly reccomended that I go see a doctor, but i couldn't miss this show, i've waited years to see him. opening guy came on and during his performance i had a massive panic attack because i started to lose the feeling in my fingers. after the guy had finished his set, there was a 10 minute switchover period, so i just went outside and calmed down. the feeling came back and i went into the final fantasy show. once he came out, the pain faded a lot, i was mesmerised by him, it was enthralling and i was literally squealing in joy (to myself)

anyway, after the show, we head home on the train, get in and i try going to bed. i'm in too much pain to sleep, it's pure agony to even move it... after calling nhs direct a couple of times, i let birdie pay for a taxi to the hospital (i wouldn't let him cause it would cost too much, but i gave in eventually). we got there, took about an hour for someone to see me, got it checked, took some painkillers and got it x-rayed. sat in the waiting room again for abour 3 hours waiting for the doc to see me. turns out my arm is broken at the elbow. awesome. i get a sling (they didn't cast it which sucks, i could do with one) and get a bus home, getting in at about 8:00-8:30 am, been awake for about 24 hours at this point. i've slept for 4 hours and here i am now.

also it was my right arm, so that pretty much fucks everything since i'm right handed :(

(p.s if I die you can loot my stuff)

I got this in the mail today...



It's addressed to INDIE PAWS. How cool is that?

Inside was this:



A CD from a band called Polynya and for some reason they sent me a screen printing thing. I don't know why, but there you go! They asked me a few weeks ago for a mailing address since they wanted to send me a physical copy of their CD. I was like suuure :D

Now to actually listen to it. I have nooo idea what they're like. I've not even researched them :(

I attended Confuzzled this year with Flint, Roarey and of course Birdie. It was FUCKING AWESOME. Like seriously, I had so much fun there.. and I'm comparing this to MFF. I think it's mainly due to there being around 200-250 people max, you actually see the same people dozens of times each day, rather than hardly seeing the same face twice like at MFF.

I spent most of the weekend buzzing around the lobby chatting to people, getting drunk and having a really fucking great time.

Day one was the opening ceremony, chatting to people and getting used to the venue, which wasn't too big (excluding the floors with rooms), but I feel was a good thing since it kept people together in one place a lot of the time.

Day two had a few events to attend. I tried to get a go at Guitar hero to totally show off my skills with the game, but I couldn't even get close since it was sort of busy. I saw the fursuit olympics (furrylympics or whatever) which was kinda cool. I got given a piece of a big puzzle which fursuiters had to find from the audience, so that was pretty cool, though I gave up my piece pretty quick :(. The dealers den was somewhat of a letdown, there was only a hand-full of decent artists there, but I still did get a disgustingly gay and pawsome commission from milligramsmile who was one of the best artists there (he is very very good :o). I spent the rest of the night getting drunk, hugging everything in a suit/that moved and throwing plushies around and all kinda of groovy stuff. I actually went to the night dance, although only spent about 15-20 minutes in there. I danced like a crazy robot with Birdie and probably embarrassed him a lot but it was too much fun.

Day 3 was a bit slow, I think mainly since everyone was ultra tired/hungover from the night before. I felt really sick in the morning and the bus ride over was like a trip through hell, trying not to throw up. I wasn't hung-over, since I drunk lots of water the night before. I think it was some kind of anxiety sickness mixed with not eating much the past two days and a lack of sleep. But I'm fine now, it was just a pain having to sit around feeling like shit for most of the morning. I didn't really do any of the events today apart from the fursuit parade. It was really sunny and I was sweating throughout it, so I can't imagine how hot it must have been in-suit. It was a good laugh though, though someone in a horse suit tripped and fell down a big hole in the grass. He was alright, it was just a bit scary haha.

I got to know a few people quite well having chatted to them for a while. One of them asked who drew my badge, pointing to the one i drew for myself, which looks like this btw:


and he said he's seen my art before on FA I guess, which is a really weird / nice feeling. He actually later wanted to commission me after Birdie showed him some of the pics I brought with me in my sketchbook etc. I'm considering it, I ust don't have any confidence in my art :D We'll see though...

Overall it was a fantastic, fantastic weekend and I had sooo much fun. I'm 100% going next year, and if by then I'm still drawing/much better I'll probably get a spot in the dealers den since I was up to the same kind of standard as some of the artists there XD It was definitely a confidence boost. Also I'll get a room at the hotel there since holy shit it took so long to get there some mornings.

Anyways, I've probably written too much, so I'll wrap this up by saying thanks to Flint/Roarey for letting us spend the night at their place and if you read this and were there/spoke to me or whatever, thanks for making the weekend so awesomely awesome!

MUCH LOVE!!!! xoxoxoxo

<3 Mag

Birdie and I have been playing Silent Hill 5 together (him playing the action etc, me doing the puzzles (I'm smrt)) and we've finally beaten it today. Without spoiling anything, there's one part in the game which is the most disgusting, vile and horrifying moment I've ever witnessed in a video game. Fuck Manhunt games, they're nothing in comparison to this.

Yesterday I was in Manchester with birdiegryphon  visiting flintgf and we went to Vinyl Exchange. It's a fucking awesome record store. Every thing's soo cheap, I found a bunch of CDs I wanted, Grammatics promo stuff, I Was A Cub Scout (for £1) and I found the Sea Wolf EP, still sealed for 50p. Fifty fucking pence. They also had his album for 50p which Flint bought since I already had it, and he also got the EP, which means he got the entire Sea Wolf discography for £1, haha.

I noticed on the wall they were offering a 40 random CD album goodie bag for a whopping £4. So naturally I bought one.

Some of the stuff seems pretty cool, but there's some really funny shite in there too. I took some pics of the more lol-able ones: (hit the jump for piiix)

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Spasmband? Wut.



A man walking barefoot across burning coals, what does this have to do with the music? (also you can't really tell here, but the image is all stretched and pixelated, lol)



Yo



This guy is more pimpin' and moar richer than the last guy. (Millionaire, of course.)



This one is more about the music on it than the cover. I was thinking the music would be some kinda electronica stuff, but turns out to be teen love pop shite. Ughh.

Overall it did have more interesting stuff than shite stuff, a handfull of them were even sealed still!



Oh, and I was surprised to find a promo version of an album I already own.



That's Menomena - Friend and Foe in case you didn't realise :D (one of my fav albums evarrr).

I say this every time I post here, but should use my LJ moar often. Ok bye.

So I've been working less than three weeks at a new job and they gave me a big tub of delicious Celebrations candy chocolates for christmas! Wheeeeeeeeeee



Also Friday I did a 10 hour shift and it was hard ;_; Once home, I took my clothes off, got into bed and slept for a few hours :3 (it was 7pm I finished)
I think I worked myself too hard without drinking much. My throat was dry and I had a bad headache after :o

Anyway pawlater

xx

buzz I am a plane buzz now i'm a snail buzzzzz now i'm a window

stuff stuff stuff. things. stuff and things....

everyone tell me exactly one (1) sexual fantasy you have. go.

I haven't posted in ages... so here goes it journal. Imma write in you more often I promise.

Today I played Racko and lost. I also masturbated three times. That was my day.

Yesterday I was drunk on Fruit Juicy Red Hawaiian Punch + Vodka shots with Jamey and it was awesome fun. I also made a super secret saucy video which your eyes will never see ever.

Tomorrow I'm going to Crystal Lake so Jamey can go to the doctor and then we're going out for a meal. And maybe more sex and adventures.

<Mag> okay so apparently last night while I couldn't sleep I wrote a poem thing
<Mag> i only remember picking up paper and a pen haha, i don't remember writing anything specific lal
<Mag> i just have this scrunched up ball of paper and loads of words on it
<Flint> o.O
<Mag> i should write it out
<Mag> it's weird, the whole thing is in capital letters, lots of words are randomly arranged and underlined
<Mag> http://www.indiepaws.net/poem.txt
<Mag> that's pretty much exactly how it was on paper
<Flint> Artsy.
<Mag> yeah :o
<Mag> i hardly remember writing anything :((((((((999
<Mag> i just remember getting paper, writing words, then laying in bed trying to sleep and dreaming i had drunk too much and was going to die
<Mag> so yeah :D
<Mag> nice fucked up night for me haha

I made this for my neice. http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn465/magzferret/38c94fdc.jpg

I LOVE CONVERTING FURRIES WHEEEEEEE

Okay i'm back. Was awesome and cool and etc. EVERYONE WAS AWESOME.
We hung out, saw Kung Fu Panda ( gw had an erection watching it :3 ) went to pizza hut, got alcohol, had a barbecue, drank said alcohol, played games, fursuited, belly rubbed, huggled, snuggled, had paw/feet sex, went music shopping, clothes (for me and birdie (fags)) and ate slap up breakfasts and hung out some more. Oh did I mention the paw friiisking?

IF YOU WERE THERE AND READ THIS I LOVE YOU <3

if you weren't there fuk off now >:(

also me is sad cause no more awesome people around :(
also tired due to long journeys :<

Okay so I got my hair done a few days ago (finally): http://i323.photobucket.com/albums/nn465/magzferret/Pics/DSCN4052.jpg

I'm sick!

And beginning journey to hugsmeet in an hour. so brb.

BUT I SHALL PROVIDE PHOTOS FOR THE MASSES WHEN I RETURN

GW + MAG = 10 HOUR SKYPE :D

update: 14 hours now new record :(

Nimbus is a great cat and all, but he just shat on my floor, and onto my desktop computer keyboard and a little on a Spiderman 3 dvd (ironic).

My (idiot) father one day thought it was a good idea to remove Nimbus' litter tray from the house, as Nimbus was doing his business outside. But duhhhhhhhhhhhhh... he comes in at night and if he needs to go he's just gunna do it on the floor! Which he has done, multiple times.
I leave notes next to them sometimes, from Nimbus to my dad, asking for his litter tray back. THEY DON'T WORK.

As much as I love animals and all that jazz, I hate cleaning their shit off my stuff >:(

I want to post regularly to my livejournal, I really do. But that's pretty hard when you don't actually have anything interesting so say / share. My previous few journals I did actually find things to say, but since moving from wordpress to my old LJ account, I really don't have any kind of urge to post anything but links, music discoveries + junk. This sort of made me realize how dull my life is right now.

I'm on a very bad sleeping pattern at the moment. Each night I eventually end up getting to bed somewhere between 6-8am, usually the latter end of that scale, then wake up around 2-4pm. As much as I like staying awake during the night, I do miss most of the day. I think I do this mostly to be alone, away from the problems I have to deal with during the day (some of you may know about), and also because 90% of my friends are in the USA.

I also think it might be some kind of mental problem. Not just the sleeping trouble. I'll try to explain this as best as I can. Imagine leaving to live in another country for three months. In this time, you totally adjust to living there. Everything just suddenly feels like home to you. They are probably the best three months of your life and you never want it to end. But once it does, you are suddenly thrown back into your old life, seemingly going back in time. This happened to me, and it's kind of messed me up. Stepping back into my home after getting back, I could barely even remember what my cat was like, my room had totally changed from how I remember it, my parents had re-done the entire kitchen. I lost touch with a bunch of my friends, mainly because I did the wrong thing and just sort of got up and left one day without telling them, or at least that's how it would seem from their perspective. But I wasn't prepared to dive into details of where I was going and why, because I have to almost live two different lives, one for each different person.

I just need to get everything going on right now sorted out and get back to normal. Until I eventually go back out there and have to deal with it all again, but overall it's worth it, despite it being emotionally wrecking. This probably doesn't make sense at all, or at least it doesn't when I'm reading through it, but being 7:05am and still not asleep, no wonder.

...and look how much I can write when I actually put my thoughts down. I now remember what it's like to write into journal again.