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Things will always just be things. No more or less, no matter how I want them to be. I don't really know what I want. This comes as no suprise. Sounds and sights continue to trade locations, but I sit here and long for those old sensations. Yeah. That's pretty much it. Music is nice. Um. Life is so strange lately. I don't know where I'm going and where all this is taking me. On the note of being involuntarily on a treadmill, I got accpeted to University of Vermont's Philosophy Program. Which, apparently, is rated in the top six among school's that don't offer advanced degress in the discipline, which include (along with UVM): Dartmouth, Amherst, and Reed College. I guess that's cool. I suppose happiness is actually a position's disposition. That's interesting. Underwater noises.