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Matt - what can I say.  Matt is my best friend.  Ya 'know the type.  When you are in a bad mood, they listen...when they are in a bad mood, you listen.  They don't judge you on what you are but rather who you are as a person.  That is Matt.  He accepts me for who I am.  Nothing more, nothing less.  It's by chance that we met, actually, weird in a sense, but we accept each other for who we are.  We have each had our hard times, but we have grown through that, and we have grown together.  That's what is weird...he can guess my response to something before I can.  I guess that is part of being a best friend that I am working on to make myself a better person....but then again, why I am trying to make myself a better person, because I am who I am.  Who knows.

The Apartment - I think before I knew what an apartment really was, I was told that this was an apartment.  I suppose, there is a roof over your head and a pot to piss in.  So yeah, it is an apartment. But more importantly, it feels like home, if only for the brief, fifteen minute visits that you have while you are in it.  Inside one finds pictures, old birthday cards, cross-stitch pictures and cromroddory.  It is not really all that rare that one person is in the apartment when someone else wants to come in.  We all love that place, yet, don't treasure it and the memories that come along with it all that often.  ...  Oh yeah, if anyone knows the landlord, tell him that the apartment needs a paint job.

Toph - errr, Christopher.  Toph, although I don't see him all that often, is probably the closest relative that I have.  Don't ask me why, we live about 6 hours apart, but it's just kinda there.  Toph also goes to the best university around...Ball State University (or affectionately T-U).  I told him once that when he graduated he was going to end up hosting a late-night tv show...oh wait, that's just David Letterman. 

Jerry - What can I say.  I think there is a Jerry in everyone's family.  There were times growing up when he made me do things that I didn't want to do.  I believe I would never ever ever slalom ski without the helper rope.  Well, one year, he just didn't bring it up north.  I was forced to learn how to get up with a normal rope.  Jerry is a great teacher.  He taught me how to do many things that I value greatly.  He taught me how to launch a boat...how to play euchre...how to snipe hunt...and, oh yeah, how to hit a ball.  That trait can be seen well when you hit a ball through a satellite dish.