Today was an uninteresting day overall, so I decided to spice it up with some background on me. But first, my day in a nutshell.

I woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM for no reason I can fathom. My alarm wasn't set for another hour and a half, and class didn't start until 10 AM. I rolled over and tried to sleep unsuccessfully. I check my e-mail, see my group can't meet for Operating Systems until Wednesday, reply, and try to sleep again. I fail.

10 AM rolls around and I find myself in class. Midterms aren't graded yet, lecture was long, and I was tired. Class ends, and I step into a literaly frying pan. The weather today was FUCKING HOT on the "How warm is it-o-meter" at a whopping 113 degrees. Record breaker indeed.

I spend the rest of the day in my room, wondering why my AC isn't working. It made me very sad. I spent hours looking for a screwdriver so I could remove the filter and clean it, which helped slightly, but it barely made a dent in the heat. I go to Baskin Robbins for some ice cream, which was not as satisfying as I would have liked. I went through 6 bottles of water today trying to beat the heat unsuccessfully.

5 PM comes and goes, I have dinner, which was ravioli, garlic bread, and some sort of meat which passed for cheap steak. Drank some delicious limeade which really helped. 6 PM, we have our weekly Chapter. It went by amazingly fast, even with the LEC (Leadership and Education Consultant) who is visiting giving a speech on recruitment.

After, I played a bit of DotA now that the heat is dying down and I can relax, and then started studying for a midterm I have tomorrow. Went to get some late night Subway, and noticed its still like 80 degrees out, at 11:30 PM. What. The. Fuck.

And now I find myself here, doing my daily journal.

So how did I become a furry? I can actually remember quite a bit about how this came about. When I was young, like ... 5th grade or 6th grade, I would go to bed when I was told like a good little boy. But I was never tired, so I'd lay awake at night imagining I was on an adventure. This would last until I fell asleep, or reached a good place to 'pause' for the night.

What were these adventures?
They started out simple enough. I was a 7 foot tall anthro wolf (didn't know the term anthropomorphic at that age, but whatever) named Xtreme (I was young, leave me alone >.<). I wore armor very reminiscent of Reploids from the Mega Man X series. I used claws and a gun, some sort of handgun, for weapons. I'd travel between dimensions, doing heroic things, which as it turned out meant traveling to video game universes of whatever video games I was enjoying at the time. N64 was glorious for this, because "Nintendo Loves Furries" and we all know it. As it turned out, the worlds I spent the most time in were furry bait.

Anyway, moving on. I don't remember specifics of most stories, but there was a recurring villain, a raptor named Tech, who had a drill for a tail, and was from whatever world I (Xtreme) was from. Eventually, perhaps because my own imagination couldn't kill off what was effectively my 'evil' side, Tech became good, or at least a rival-like character instead of a villain, and I somehow ended up settling down in the Diddy Kong Racing world, participating in races and living happily ever after.

Except not, because that would be boring. My little imagination decided to do a time skip of about 12 to 14 years. Xtreme was a lot older and had a wife, a slightly shorter, female wolf whose name I cannot remember for the life of me. And they had a son. Oddly enough, my viewpoint was also no longer through Xtreme, but this wolf son, Anex. Xtreme became, effectively, an NPC and a father-figure to me in my own little world. I suspect this was because the older, heroic wolf had outlived his usefulness as a struggling hero, and I needed someone closer in age to identify with.

In either case, Tech had become brainwashed by some villain I don't honestly remember, and became the recurring mini-boss of sorts. The big bad ... I honestly don't remember ... Was going through all the freed worlds Xtreme had saved and enslaving the inhabitants. I, now as Anex, had to save the day. Some notable differences that I can recall are that Anex didn't use anything but his claws, and his armor was if anything less splendid than his father's. I don't even think he/I had metal armor until late into these mind games. I think it was leather or something similar.

I honestly don't know when or why I stopped playing these imaginative games. I think it was about two years after it started, when I discovered masturbation and furry porn. That would have been the summer before eighth grade. I think the loss of innocence may have prevented me from identifying with Anex any more, or perhaps I was too busy fantasizing about other things. I'll probably never know what happened.

Anyway, I've rambled on long enough. That's kind of how I started out as a furry. I realize it doesn't fill in the gap fully, but it was pretty much this: "Huh, I'm a wolf when I play these games. And I like *insert characters here* I wonder if there's porn of them doing it with a wolf!" And so there was. And so it came to pass, I was a full-fledged furry.

Anyway,