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I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love...

Song of the Day: Hall and Oates - Out of Touch

There's something about screaming frosh and mad traffic along University Avenue, and the swarms of wandering students that makes me miss school oh so much. It's hard to avoid when you're across from the university day in and day out. I got out of my car to a roar of chants and cheers at nine o'clock in the morning. I couldn't help reminise about all the great times I had in school. Kinda funny, but the first person I met outside of my high school friend ends up beign my roommate to this day. Isn't it ironic, dontcha think?

I think the essence of being a students is learning abotu yourself and who you are. You develop a taste for things you are akin to and reject things you aren't particularly accustomed to or become curious to try it. Being a student is all about experimentation. You're undeclared until you find the past you want to proceed and progress towards. Slowly you become sepcialized and I hate to say it, but domesticated to only a certain set of preferences that are hard to break out of under any normal circumstances. I think I'm at the point where I feel domesticated. Yes, it's a bit silly to say, but that's how things are looking in my eyes at this moment. Hung, a domesticated fool. *sigh*

I guess I forgot to mention that this was a sort of a "downer" post. Oh well...

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“I found a fatal flaw in the logic of love...”