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being out of state is sad but nice.
i miss my family but having erin makes me feel sort of grounded.
montana is strange; there are a lot of cowboys and preppy/frat-ish people that hit on me, call me a "freak", tell erin and i that we have "pretty asses", etc. but, honestly, they don't really bother me. i thought they would, but they don't, except when a group of cowboys was branding metal rods and yelling at random people in some sort of conservative protest yesterday. it was interesting, though. you just don't see that kind of thing in corvallis or portland. i really do like it here. missoula feels comfy and homey, almost like corvallis. it's freezing (which i love) in the mornings and evenings and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. it's so cozy to sit in these warm, dimly lit coffee shops when it's cold outside and look out at the mountains. even more amazing are the mountains at glacier np, a few hours away. i went there on friday and it actually is about as beautiful as my vision of heaven.
and there are lots of bears here.
our dorm is really nice, too. erin and i decorated it so it reminds us of home and all our friends. and we have a coffee maker and a teapot and a fridge and a water boiler.
my classes are awesome. i tested into the fourth level of spanish, i have a cultural anthropology class (flipping through the book, i came across a chapter on rastafarians which included an explanation on the origins of dreads), a physical anthropology class, and an honors college class (??? i don't know what the fuck it's about). plus, i have to take a statistics class for anthro, but that's all the math i'll need. i may have jazz band, depending on whether i make it in at tryouts. also, we have to read this book called "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven" (how do you do underlines or italics on this?) by Sherman Alexie. i really like it. next semester, i'll be taking a writing class, an arapajo class, a linguistic anthropology class, and a "ways of knowing" honors class. plus more of whatever.
erin and i have met a few cool people. they are rare but that just makes them seem cooler. and i'm not that social so i don't need a ton of people to befriend. just a few. one such person was an extremely nice, good-looking young hippie anthro-major man who already knew my name prior to our meeting because he eaves-dropped on a conversation i was having. does that mean he admires me? (hooray!, i think)
and erin has some marching band friends, including a ditzy but nice and friendly girl and a boy who looks like tom cruise and (generally) likes good music. i think erin hearts him but i'm not sure.
so, anyway, i love you all, and goodbye!
i miss my family but having erin makes me feel sort of grounded.
montana is strange; there are a lot of cowboys and preppy/frat-ish people that hit on me, call me a "freak", tell erin and i that we have "pretty asses", etc. but, honestly, they don't really bother me. i thought they would, but they don't, except when a group of cowboys was branding metal rods and yelling at random people in some sort of conservative protest yesterday. it was interesting, though. you just don't see that kind of thing in corvallis or portland. i really do like it here. missoula feels comfy and homey, almost like corvallis. it's freezing (which i love) in the mornings and evenings and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. it's so cozy to sit in these warm, dimly lit coffee shops when it's cold outside and look out at the mountains. even more amazing are the mountains at glacier np, a few hours away. i went there on friday and it actually is about as beautiful as my vision of heaven.
and there are lots of bears here.
our dorm is really nice, too. erin and i decorated it so it reminds us of home and all our friends. and we have a coffee maker and a teapot and a fridge and a water boiler.
my classes are awesome. i tested into the fourth level of spanish, i have a cultural anthropology class (flipping through the book, i came across a chapter on rastafarians which included an explanation on the origins of dreads), a physical anthropology class, and an honors college class (??? i don't know what the fuck it's about). plus, i have to take a statistics class for anthro, but that's all the math i'll need. i may have jazz band, depending on whether i make it in at tryouts. also, we have to read this book called "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven" (how do you do underlines or italics on this?) by Sherman Alexie. i really like it. next semester, i'll be taking a writing class, an arapajo class, a linguistic anthropology class, and a "ways of knowing" honors class. plus more of whatever.
erin and i have met a few cool people. they are rare but that just makes them seem cooler. and i'm not that social so i don't need a ton of people to befriend. just a few. one such person was an extremely nice, good-looking young hippie anthro-major man who already knew my name prior to our meeting because he eaves-dropped on a conversation i was having. does that mean he admires me? (hooray!, i think)
and erin has some marching band friends, including a ditzy but nice and friendly girl and a boy who looks like tom cruise and (generally) likes good music. i think erin hearts him but i'm not sure.
so, anyway, i love you all, and goodbye!