This is my old livejournal I found laying around my computer. I just thought, you know with my poetry and my seventh grade journal and everything, I could post is up here for posterity sake. I planned for this blog to be about my life and programming tutorials. I’m still working on the programming tutorials (as in, well, thinking about them). And all this old stuff, I guess is a good way to get to know me in a way. Mostly it helps me store stuff in a central location I want to look up later. So here goes. (Remember this is like 9-10 years ago):
Well, fursuit trial day one. You have to realize, I have NO cooling unit in this thing, so it gets HOT. But that’s okay, I can handle that.
The middle school isn’t too far away, so I decided to walk with a short cut past the High School. Good idea? Bad Idea? I’m not really sure. However, I walked in front of the high school and there were several people tossing around a football. They said, “What the heck is that!?” Then of course, “Who are you? Who are you?” (The most asked question this evening. Of course, I don’t have a name, and I’m not about to take off my head, being fursuit etiquette and all) so I waved, opened and closed my jaw, looked nice, and kept walking. Well, then they threw the football at me. Didn’t hit me per se, so I played along and kicked it back. Then… they somewhat threw it at me again menacingly. There is no way I’m catching a football in a fursuit, I can’t do it out of a fursuit! So I started to just kind of back away. Next thing I know, one of them yells half-jokingly, “Get him!”
I’m not making this up.
So I start running towards the path around the track and football field which leads to the middle school. I stop for a moment, look behind me, and they’re still running! So I keep running! They are persistent enough until I get to the brown building, a good distance. Finally they turn back.
The event went great, I did the bowling booth. I handed out candy and everybody kept trying to guess who I was. I only had one middle schooler attempt to lift my mask. They all thought I was a teacher. Then those same group of high schoolers walked in. They hassled me, almost lifting my mask off this time, then they were escorted out. Aye aye aye.
So I start walking home. It’s dark at this point, and I’m navigating along pretty well given that the lenses have a proclivity to fog up real well. Good thing I know the roads and such like the back of my hand since I’ve lived here my whole life. Well, at the intersection of CR 61 and that other street (Amy, you know where I’m talking about) this white van pulls up with tinted windows. I’m thinking, oh boy…
Then there’s this girl giggling, and I hear, “Come here wolfie! Come here! Quick open the door!” This girl steps out and I wave at her and she waves back and she starts saying, “Who are you? Who are you?” (Honestly these people will have no idea who I am, I graduated out of their high school going on three-four years ago now) I point at myself, make a growling gesture like I’ve been doing, and she says, “The big bad wolf?” And I shrug my shoulders and put my hands up. Then this guy gets out and he says, “Who are you?” And I recognize him, I think. In fact, I think he’s with the other guys. So I start to walk away and wave my hand bye. Then, they start chasing me again. In the dark, on the side of the street. Yeah, great.
In all honesty, they probably would have got a hold of me, took my mask off, and said, “Who the fuck are you? Weirdo.” and left me alone, but I didn’t want to take a chance. They probably didn’t know what furry was, but worst case scenario up here they call me a fag and beat me up. Yeah, I like pain! (Note sarcasm). So I ran.
I avoid pretty well this car that wasn’t involved. Then this other car that must have recognized the first guy, or they’re just high school jerks, almost runs into me! He brakes of course, but I shout, “Holy fucking shit! That’s not funny!” I take off my head for a moment, and run, then put it back on. They ran after me all the way past the high school gates. Aye aye aye.
Finally I got home.
All I can say is… tomorrow I’m driving.
Current Mood: tired