I've been feeling lots of things this weekend, completely unrelated to current events, but the news of a CRYPTO SCAM coming from the milei are currently eclipsing everything with an overwhelming sense of "sure, what the hell"

I'll be at Argentina FurFiesta from the 20th until the 22nd of June :3

I considered, for a moment, putting an iframe (meaning, a little window with this page) in the main landing page. That way, people would be able to read my loose notes and I could use them for lil updates and such.
The reason I did not do that is... there's already a Random Thoughts section. If I pushed these to the front of my site, I wouldn't be making things more "convenient", I would be making them SHIT! People will read these things if and when they goddamn want to.

I saw WDK play last night and it was SICK

Our friend Lucas invited Vicki and I invited us to go see WDK, a ska-punk band we had never heard of before, play. They heard them play at a 2 Minutos show and loved them, and thought they'd be right up my alley.

Gave 'em a listen, and Lucas was 100% correct. They can song as fuck. These guys have been playing music since '98, they're all 50+ year olds, and they still screamed and jumped around the stage like crazy. The energy they had was second to none.

Besides sounding good, and being incredible live, the experience was amazing. This was my first time going to a show like this and holy shit it's lovely:
Dancing at a club with music I loved, people dressed in checkerboard outfits and opunk t-shirts, a few battle jackets here and there (i got a few compliments on mine, yay), and the mosh pit was insane!

Also worth mentioning: I went in fursuit! This is a move that a lot of seasoned fursuiters refer to as "fucking crazy", since it was a club full of people dancing, during the summer, with a hot as fuck furhead.

I was the only one there with a fursuit (teehee, i love being the center of attention), and moshing with it was fucking incredible. Just a frenzy of jumping and kicking and skanking, so cool. I got picked up and carried around at one point, I received a few accidental punches, the band even mentioned a "crazy looking Pikachu", ouahhghhghg :3

Everything below my belly button was sore, and I loved it, though the morning after it was hard to get out of bed (tired sleepy).

so so so so much fun, it was unbelievable.

Sometimes (most of the time) I announce whatever I am going to do before I do it.
My partner asks why I say stuff out loud, when there's nobody that I would need them to hear, like saying that I'll brush my teeth before replying to a text, or saying out loud that I'll stop walking to check something out before doing so.

I really don't know why I do it. I default to "it's just a thing I do, I guess".

One guess is that I might be trying to let people into what I'm doing. If I know they know, then they know that they can participate or stay out, depending on what it is that I am doing. If I see a cool bird I wanna stop to look at, they can do it with me and not have to guess what I might be doing. If I'm texting someone, they can know not to say anything to me so that I can type, shit like that.

Another guess is that I could be needing, on some level of consciousness, to declare things and actions or have them declared to me beforehand so they're more real, so things don't happen out of nowhere, and my actions exist in the world before anyone tries to push me in another direction.

I mainly do this when I'm doing things I don't normally do (as in, idk, listen to music while showering, or going on some voice-chat to play videogames). That gives me a clue: it has something to do with breaking a routine, but that's it. I don't know anything else.

Sensory issues are getting worse.

Oh my god, every car that passes by is putting your ear agains the train tracks as it arrives.
Every rattling of keys, every click of the door, every object that falls feels like an ear-splitting scream.
I don't have lids for my ears like I do for my eyes. Every noise demands my attention and pulls me from whatever I'm doing or seeing or thinking. It's like my brain trying to work with pop-up ads.

I can move slower to minimise the taps and thuds and clicks and clanks of objects being put down, picked up and moved around, and speak at a lower volume, but I can't expect people not to talk, or doors not to creak, or the fridge not to hum, or dogs not to bark.

So, I bought earmuffs online. They arrive tomorrow. Maybe I'll get less uncomfortable earbuds so I can listen to music and stuff while not listening to anything else.

The good news

Now I know with 100% certainty that these issues directly correlate with stress.
The problem is that they also stress me out.

Hopefully the earmuffs help and I can make it through with relative ease.

Picture the following:

You’re on the subway, slightly nervous about a midterm exam you have in half an hour. You look at the people around you and sitting right in front of you is a man in his mid thirties looking at his phone.
He’s wearing navy blue suit pants with a matching open sport coat (only in colour, the material is slightly different but that's fine, it's not that noticeable) over a pale celeste shirt and a beige sweater. Everything fits him perfectly, and he’s looking great…

Until you notice…

He’s wearing running shoes.
HE’S WEARING RUNNING SHOES!!!!!

NOT ONLY IS HE WEARING RUNNING SHOES BUT HIS BLACK AND RED SOCKS ARE VISIBLE!!!!

Does he not know? Does he not care? Is this on purpose?
Maybe he was in a hurry, maybe his usual shoes are broken, I don’t know. But he dresses too well on every other aspect for this to be a mere accident.

I’m still not sure whether this was fashion murder or fashion involuntary manslaughter, but I am 100% certain a fashion crime has been committed.

fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball fuck it we ball

No, seriously. It's bad that Trump won. It'll be hard materially and emotionally. I think if I have some discipline and can take care of myself and my friends, I'll be ok.

I think that's the way in general. Hold each other, help each other. Dooming solves nothing and gets you nowhere.

The world is not ending.

Lo que no te dicen de San Telmo es que viene con jumpscares gratis.
Tipo, estás de lo más tranqui y de repente suena una explosión que resulta ser porque el equipo de futbol del barrio ganó.

i really am just like my mom sometimes

I keep tweeting my little frustrations and shit, and the entire point of this part of the site was not to do that.

The problem is, I keep trying to make actual blogs with a structure and, if not something to say, something longer than a tweet. Whenever I start typing something up in my notepad or whatever, I inevitably start trying to structure everything, find the best words, all that shit, and I end up losing whatever emotional spark triggered my need to write.

This isn't a bad thing, I've mostly written about hating texting as it exists today, feeling FOMO over everything, and about writing little blogs about shit (though this time I'm committing).

I also wanna write about art, what about certain pieces of art draws me, and why Sonic Unleashed is objectively better than Sonic Colours, but I just keep forgetting to. And when I do remember to open the document, I just freeze and forget every word I know. I have a lot to say about this subject but I struggle to make it into an uninterrupted wall of text, I just find speaking and chatting to be waaaaay easier mediums for this topic.

At least I can say when I write about things that frustrate me, I stop feeling the frustration whenever I no longer know what to write and scrap the entire thing lol