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 Ah, yes. Today. I keep forgetting to write on here, but I do want to make it a habit. I still have an interest in Furbies. It lasted longer than my interest in Kraftwerk band members. I really used to get into bands; my friend was into them, so eventually I was too. Rammstein, System Of A Down, Turmion Katilot, Strapping Young Lad... I was into those, one after the other. Yes, I like getting into metal bands. If you can even consider half of those to be metal. 

Near the end of my band phase, the stuff I was into really didn't have much of a fandom. I'm not the kind of person who needs a fandom, I suppose. Turmion Katilot has no fangirls, and Devin Townsend only has 2 or 3 on Tumblr. I sort of prefer having an interest in things that are 'obscure' (as in, no crazy fangirls on the internet). I like having something to myself. I don't understand people who obsess over characters that everybody obsesses over; it feels less like they're "yours".

At this point, I just write and draw Architello. I don't have any hyperfixations anymore, and it either may be due to medication or lack of stress. I found that my hyperfixations seemed to be coping mechanisms. When I went back and looked at my old journaling, I appeared extremely angry and it was as if I used my person of interest as some kind of light of hope. I would often say that they were the only good in this world, and other things along those lines. Before I made up Architello, I also projected heavily upon the people I would obsess over. 

I'm sure a fixation can be healthy, but mine certainly wasn't. I feel a little down that my interests aren't as strong anymore, but I'm glad that they are now manageable instead of extreme.

Anyway, my day today... I volunteer at an animal conservancy. Absolute hell, today was. As soon as I walk in, I see six baskets of laundry. My job, basically, is to make up the diets for the animals, take out tortoises to graze, clean up rooms, and of course, do laundry. I basically spent the entire day doing laundry. I was ready to go home about half way through the day. I told myself I was excited to come in today, but that changed quite quickly. 

My Furby comes tomorrow. I don't know if I actually want to turn it into a long Furby, or just give it wings and some horns and maybe put some necklaces on it. Either way, I'm excited. 

I don't really know what to write about, so I suppose I'll write about this guy who is quite important to me. This is Andreas Architello, and he is my persona. I don't really consider him an OC, because he seems to be me in a way -- I always think of myself as him at night, and I have been for awhile. Yet, recently, due to the help of therapy and medication... I've had more control over myself and me thinking I'm him. The whole deal was a bit messy, but I've gotten over it.

Architello is in his 50s, he has black medium length hair and he's balding. He wears a brown jacket and baggy green pants. He used to be anorexic, but now he is a healthy weight. 

At first, he was basically supposed to be a character that was the most deranged person I could think of. Over time, he has gotten better. He still has a lot of trouble with age regression. In my daydreams, he doesn't have control when he age regresses. He's supposed to be a homeless person, so I just imagine him crawling up to people and babbling like a baby at them. My daydreams aren't dark anymore; they're just strange. 

He's not really a bad guy, and I don't think he ever was. He is quite innocent in my opinion; he's just tainted by trauma. When he isn't age regressing, he's pretty quiet. He does not have a sense of humor, and he gets awkward around people who try to be funny. He tries to be nice these days, but people don't like him because he gets annoying when he age regresses. 

Obviously, he likes stuffed animals and kids movies. His favorite stuffed animal is this bear named Michael, who is a bear with glasses and a blue bowtie. 




Anyway, let me journal about my day. I've been really getting into furbies. It's quite random. Since I've been doing a lot of sewing recently, I decided to check out long furbies. I decided I just had to make one. So, I bought a zebra furby to turn into an angel/bird creature. Then, I bought a skunk furby to customize into an edgy metalhead. I haven't even received them yet and I've been thinking about their dynamic; perhaps the angel furby adopted the edgy metalhead furby as their son. It would be a silly dynamic. 







I was talking about the furby idea with my Dad and he told me I could also edit regular stuffed animals. So, I picked up a unicorn from the goodwill and did this:



 I guess that's it for now. Nothing else going on. Very excited for my furbs...