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[seastars]

...as the children scream freedom at last!What a weekend. My brother came out to Albany to visit me this past weekend and we had a lot of fun! I love hanging out with my brother, I just get along with him so well. He liked it a lot out here too, which was one of the goals I had. Everytime someone comes out to visit me, I want to show them that I

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[shizpickle]

i don't

[seastars]

you don't?

[shizpickle]

No, I don't. And I could leave it at that, but I'm sure it would only be followed by certain questions. Why is it that I claim to live a purely excellent life here at college or anywhere for that matter? Well frankly, taken in a certain sense, I have no grounds for that statement. Bad could be considered relative to other days I have experienced. If that were the case then the days that were sub-excellent would be my bad days. But that isn't the case in this place we call reality. Keep in mind that I, by no means, claim to be superior to any other individual. College, if it has taught me anything, has taught me a slight notion of modesty. Bad days would require one of two things. On the one hand a bad day can be conceived by a series of biological strains. My body, although far from the ideal, is running at prime performance. The second reason for the onset of darkness within one's day is a mental disruption. Apathy and social ineptitude have been my saviors. I don't weave intricate social webs. I don't care what