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I am addicted to the feeling of excitement. For example, I'm getting ecstatic about coming home and delighted to be going back to Marquette. This feeling intoxicates me, I need more when its gone and I can't get enough when it is around. I find myself comparing my coming month to my peers, thinking: I'm so glad to be me right now, this wonderful commotion. It is my secret of sorts, that sends chills of welcome anxiousness down my spine. My soul is constant christmas.