*is officially a furry*

I attended Califur, a furry convention in Irvine this last weekend, going on all days it was open (though missing large parts from school and church).
I have to say, it's the most fun I've had in my life.
I drove on my own... which was fun in itself, playing the loudest music I had with windows down.
I spent an awful lot the whole time... I had a bunch of money saved up from unused birthday money, etc. because I barely buy anything for myself.
I barely do anything "good" for myself.
My parents were very approving that I went to the furcon, seeing as I enjoyed it so much.
I dunno how to really put it.
It was a time when I didn't care about what other people thought about me.
I could do whatever I wanted, really.
And if anything, if you started doing something completely stupid, others would join you.
Finally, might be the more selfish thing, but... there's no point to be self-conscious because you know that at least half of everyone around you is more screwed in some way than you are.

I hung out and did stuff.
Being my first con, and really my first act in the furry fandom, I pretty much sat around and did nothing.
I didn't know anybody but one dude.
I was in the game room playing Brawl and Rock Band for the majority of the time.
I missed the fursuit parade... though the furs I did see were pretty... interesting.
I'd be able to write a book.

I bought myself a blue tail...
I dunno why.
I suppose the novelty might wear off after a few uses, though I really hope it doesn't.
I found myself wanting to wear it badly during school today, among the normal people.
BTW, at my school, and basically to all the internets:
YOU ARE NARROW MINDED IN YOUR OWN OPEN MINDEDNESS.
What I mean is, you are so involved in accepting people's ideas and beliefs, that you refuse to tolerate those who won't tolerate others.
It is still intolerance, whether or not the other person did it first, and really you just doing back to him what he did is one of the most childish and immature things a person can do.
Just like when a little kid hits someone back for hitting him.
There's no reason for it... you just do it.
I found that open-minded people generally will not accept people's intolerance, and will NOT even try to see past that and look at the reasons why people would be intolerant at all.
Thank you Catcher in the Rye.
The book may suck balls to read, but it's so real and true.

Anyway... the best time of my life had to be killed by my friend who decided to come in and yell at me.
Parcy.
I love you, Parcy.
You tell me that I will never know how much you love me... that's a lie, your love is limited.
You refuse to be my "love."
You tell me that you want me more around.
That's a lie, or else you would actually be around me, rather than sitting back and taking it like a working girl would.
You said you feel miserable when I wasn't around, then why aren't you happy when I try to be?
You even said that I was a part of you, more close than just a friend or a brother... yet as soon as I actually try to be closer, you say "no no no."
You tell me everything that a true lover would say, the sweetest and most thoughtful things in the world, and I still don't understand why you don't even want to date me.
Am I that horrible to you?
Am I just not enough to be your PERFECT man?
You talk to me and expect perfection from your future lover, from your husband who is so loving and kind to you, while all I want is you...
And Lord knows you're far from perfect.
You'll never get love any more than I will with that crap attitude of yours.
I don't care how positive you are.
God has given you what you want, but you're too ignorant to see.