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.

In case you were worried, I'm not dead.

And now, as I alluded in my previous post, the Supreme, Omnipotent and Omniscient God of All Things Furry shall reveal his likeness.

The Furry commands you to surrender all of your disposable income. Now.

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The photo above is of a stone-pagoda-thing that I found while visiting my grandmother's memorial in Hangzhou, China. The grave site was one of hundreds erected on the face of a steep hillock, and — being the on-and-off adventurous child that I am — I followed the stone steps all the way to the top, where I found the pagoda. There was a rusty metal door, but it was chained shut. Luckily, the chain was long enough (and I skinny enough) for me to wriggle through the gap, and the Furry (see that gray mass? — more about him later) and I were able to enter, where we scaled a flight of stairs and found ourselves in a derelict chamber with arched windows. When I looked out, I could see the buildings around for miles. It reminded me of a similar climb somewhere in Germany, atop a vineyard hill. I hailed my dad halfway down the hillside, and my deaf great-uncle snapped a photo of us two hoodlums.

Of course, it wasn't till later that I saw the security cameras.

Anyway, this is just a preliminary sampling. And as I'm loath to reveal my likeness, finding some photos where I don't look like a complete doofus will take some time.