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Today I got it in my head that, at some point, I was going to do a really, really good post. Somewhere around the third or fourth episode of The Family Guy though, all thoughts of doing so vanished. I don't know why, then, I decided to sit down in front of my computer and put into words the empty chasm that is my head right now.

Yesterday we 'went into town' to get some soda and dish soap. Both Charlie and I came to the conclusion that, off-campus, neither of us feel quite right. We don't much care for 'townies,' nor do they for us. We live in our own little bubble of a world on campus and leaving the confines of this dreadlocked, sandle-clad utopia strikes fear into the hearts of the best of us, from the patchouli-scented art majors in the south to the puffed out jocks in the north.

There's really nothing to fear. Downtown, hot jazz is piped in over loudspeakers atop buildings. Donning my aviators while exiting the bank last week, it was as though I had walked onto the set of a movie. Really cool. Regardless, I couldn't help but feel as though everyone was questioning me. Prying eyes, mouths agape: "Hey! Check out the new guy!" At a red light, waiting on my bike, some guy with a dog in a pickup blasting some country tune (about some guy with a dog in a pickup blasting a country tune) gave me the hairy eyeball. I hurried back to base... I mean campus. Safe.

Peace.
-Todd