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When you really get right down to it, everybody's pretty much the same. Sure, we listen to different music, wear different stupid clothes, cut our hair different ways. Hell, we worship different gods, eat different animals. But the fact remains that we are all still human. Still the same. I understand how you think, if not what you think. I know that you need and want things, if not exactly what. We all work the same way. So until someone comes along that thinks so differently that I can't comprehend it, we all know each other. You know me, just like I know you.

But just knowing how I work is no fun, is it? Of course not! Who, what am I? I'm 17. I like to learn; more than I like to know. I run, I ski, I read, I draw. I play frisbee, I own fish. I am the sum total of my parts. And maybe a little synergy on the side. I couldn't state for fact that I know the political situation in China. But I can appreciate the play.

I use too much time at this computer. But who cares? I'm still doing things. At this little electron center, I play with images. Sometimes they make themselves worth keeping. Many don't. I wouldn't call it art. Just a pastime. I look at colors. I like solids. I put things togther with words. I type. I record. And on a rare occasion, I do what I'm supposed to. Isn't that what being a teenager is all about? Probably not. Oh well.