I just about died when I saw this.

This is the cold open from the 2006 Prime-Time Emmy Awards. Conan O'Brien hosted.

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY,

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!!! My Data Structures class is so fucking hard. I mean, the concepts and material themselves are relatively simple. But the whole course is in C++, and I'm not fucking USED to the fucking language!

'Cause, you see, I was programming this one assignment in C++. I started it yesterday and I spent over six hours on it. I overestimated my programming skillz on my last homework assignment, which resulted in a nonfunctional program and me using up two of my three "grace" days for late homework. So, I was like, "Okay, I'll start working on it earlier." Which I did. And I worked pretty fucking hard. But the whole program is so fucking convoluted and long, which ended up in me racing against the clock — ONCE AGAIN — and then narrowly missing my 12:00 AM submission deadline. So, my last "grace" day is gone. And I haven't even completed the fucking program!

To my credit, however, I did figure out a bunch of new things in C++. And the program this time is mostly functional, instead of completely kaput.

Sooooooooooo, yeah. Next time I'm going to try working on the assignment a whole week before it's due. I just never imagined programming could be so fucking time-consuming.

You wanted an update, right? Here ya go. I hope you like the swear words.

By the way, please don't sound like such a pair of prissy-pants. It's bad enough that a certain high school guidance counselor writes to me that way.

Love,

Jenny-fa

P.S. Can I buy some clothes online now? As a consolatory present? @____@

Classes are okay. Professors are okay. Contrary to popular opinion, the student population really isn't that nerdy. There's a good mix of people all around. And the food is extraordinarily good, considering I used to retch at the stuff I ate at home. And Freshman Fifteen? More like Freshman Negative Five or something. Yes, I've been losing weight.

The campus is nice, but I've heard sirens from the surrounding city every day since I've been here. It makes me think of the events that occasion those emergency responders. People have also warned of a gang of preteens running around mugging people… which, I don't know… seems a little funny to me.

The Furry's been quieter than usual. I haven't heard him squeak much. He does accompany me to class and to the dining halls. He's still lovely. Davey-boy molests him, though. I'll have to do something about that.

So, in all, my depression seems well on the road to recovery.

At any rate, I did find this one tune with fitting lyrics for this period in my life ("Lost Inside" by Nemesea). I included the whole album playlist below for your listening pleasure. Trust me, it's a beautiful album. Even pop lovers should adore it.

The Furry and I will go to dinner now. See you around.