A Weekend of Firsts

What can I say that probably hasn't been said?

Let's start with the first of all firsts!

I went to my fucking first Furry Convention (Held at the Double Tree Hotel) thanks to my lovely and overly friendly (a polite way of saying flirtatious) girlfriend; aka my roomie and Red Velvet.
And it was the most awesome thing I have ever experienced.
The people I've socialized with were the most amazing people to ever talk to, incidentally, the most hyper and colorful lot as well. I felt like I could be me, speak continiously, be honest and get distracted easily and be accepted. That was the number one reason this con was so well done.
However, at times, I did feel out of place, and that was only because as a complete n00bie to cons and furries in general; I had no idea who people like Zen, Blindsight and Kitty were and hearing their names spoken so commonly made me go o_O? at most parts. But that's where the friendly furries are reintroduced, as they pointed guest speakers out, or even gave me websites to stalk mentioned names at. I thank you for this once again. And it is because of this that I have created this FA account. I hope I do justice with it.

My accommodations at the hotel was set up by my roomie were notwithstanding. Another first. (Never stayed in a hotel with friends and not family.) Now hear me out about the notwithstandings. We shared a room with two other guests, Benjamin Wolf and Shadow Kitty and they were fun to hang around~
However, housekeeping needs to step their game up and not leave notes about not cleaning our room. I didn't leave my house to make messes in public places to not have maids not do their paid to do jobs. Cookies were fucking delicious. That's how they get you.

I may have come off as a easily exhausted lazy ass, but I want to clarify that I didn't eat when I was seen. So in order to keep my energy up I needed to be moving or drinking water or doing something entertaining. And now you know. And knowing is half the battle motherfuckers.

I drank too. Another first. I have one cup of lemonaid vodka mix and got tipsy. I have no tolerance or countenance. I was told I should see a doctor...

I'm throwing in my two cents about the games room. Holy fuck. Yes! Do that more. I had so much fun talking to others and playing games. Thanks to that I'm gonna buy Bloody Roar 4, Left 4 Dead 2, RockBand and Marvel vs Capcon. Yes! Reminding you who I am, I was the one singing or screwing up on Guitar or banging the drums. I have three new favorite songs.

I come to the raves now.
I dance like a crazy acid taking bitch and we know those on the dance floor loved it. You need at least one crazy, right?
The DJs rocked. End of story. If I praise them, their egos will swell and they'll become jerks. (cyberwulfe)

The fursuits were all so expertly made and proudly worn. The heads worn were worn with confidence; I make not a ridiculous or megalomanicial claim. Those who were there saw that and those who weren't cannot begin to fathom. It also blew my mind how many people made their own suits and heads and I just had to get emails for skype or msn tutorials. I am formative to make one. Believe me. But now I rant. In fact everything about this con was so good that I swear I cannot write anything quintessential to what this con was. So I give up. (I'm the best writer ever!)

I must come to a close.

In conclusion. Best thing ever. Next year is a definite thing. I hope my dreams of going to the convention in Montreal becomes a reality.


O yeah, I apologize in advance for my rather colorful language. I swear. I like to swear. I probably break rules.

I'm bored with this journal now.
Love you babe.
Peace!

i Suck

Blogger, what's happeneing?
I've been away from everything I love...mostly because I'm addicted to Trauma Team and can't stop playing. It's 1:25am and I've been playing since I got up at 8am yesterday morning. I wonder if my wii will burn out? I hope not...that would make me extremely displeased...and I'd have to sue Nintendo. And I'd be damned if I lose the lawsuit!

Now, the title of this journal most likely refers to my inability to keep and update a blog. And I happen to do some pretty interesting stuff for a guy who barely leaves the house.


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I'm sort of sore right now and it's not because I've been playing wii for hours; it's because my older brother (older by twelve years) and I got into a physical fight. More or less, everyone at home hates me right now. -Sigh- I'm probably lying when I say I couldn't care less. Truth is; since summer began, I've been having the roughest time. My girlfriend and I broke up--and I'm not sure I feel too 'accepting'. I know I'm young and there's pretty of other fish in the sea and all that jizz (jizz not jazz, I'm a pervert, remember this.) but I'm pretty sure I was in love. Maybe something beyond that. I mean it's got to be. Why else to I feel flustered and upset around her? -sigh- Forget it. I think I'm masking the hurt and pain--again. It's been a habit of mine. To pretend everything's all fine. The physical attack was probably my pent up emotions. Still, I'll be a zombiedick and won't apologize for nothing. I ain't gonna be the bigger person.

What else? I've missed work quite alot this summer. And I keep becoming broke. I haven't gotten any of the stuff that I wanted for this summer because I'm broke. I haven't even gone to Wonderland...I really wanted some stuffed toys. Oh well.

I'm sure compared to a whole lot of other people, my problems don't seem as big, and I'm glad, it's not a contest, yet. So I'm going to get back to my game now. Stress is gone. I'll try to be answering rp emails, starting a weekly vlog, maintaining my dA and blogspot, writing up scripts and posting and coming up with comic ideas.

-Mitchell A. Burton

p.s. I've started going by theMAB now. hahaha.