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Hey there, everyone. Here I am at Iowa, the land of corn, more corn, and a dream or two. Past couple days have been a real transformation process...slowly but surely this place is feeling more like home...and I'm even starting to like that. Yesterday when I was dropped off here by my parents, I was utterly shellshocked by how suddenly I felt like "Daaaamn...I am, for the first time ever...by myself." I couldn't wrap my head around it for the whole day...but during that post-traumatic period I did know I was scared of everyone else around me and so I was a hermit for the night. A couple people wandered into my room and said hi to me...and I even felt big enough to converse with one of them for more than two seconds. His name's Colin and he's part of the writer dorm too... he was certainly nervous and slightly awkward but he felt like he'd be able to open up eventually. When I went to shake his hand, I was surprised to find that Colin had but three fingers. Sure hope I didn't make some grandiose, weirded-out facial expression at that. Also, my not-shy-at-all roommate Todd walked around the room a lot in a towel. The towel was gone for awhile too. That's right, ladies and gentleman: the first day at college, I saw Todd naked. Not full frontal, but enough for me to know that Todd's ass is as little as he is. And I shiver.
First night at college I chatted online with people until 1...stepping foot outside my dorm seemed like going into space without a damn suit. I don't blame myself, I guess. At the time I didn't feel at all connected to the people around me. I didn't know what they looked like and I didn't care to know either...basically I just wanted to listen to Madonna and have everyone else shut the hell up. Today I woke up and basically cried because of how fish-out-of-water I was. Not to mention my computer decided it was time to be a dipshit and not let me use Microsoft Office. I had to go and talk to the choads at RESINET about it and actually, they helped me out and told me what to do...so I guess they're okay...although the creepy, queer, fat, bearded man needs to stay the hell away from me if he's not telling me how to uninstall shit.
So that was tedious. Then I met up with Kinga and Emily (this girl who's friends with Brittany and therefore now hangs out with us) and we went into town to look for our classes. We stopped at some chinese place at an almost-mall...and Todd was there. How cute. He was talking about the "symbolism in The Great Gatsby!" Kinga, Emily, and I sat near Todd and we all exchanged glances as Todd proceeded to go on about deepness and himself and whatever. After all this, I parted ways with Kinga and Emily and I went to a bookstore in town where all the writers from my dorm were meeting. What started out as an extraordinarily stilted venturre turned into some hella fun conversation. I got to talk with my RA, and she's this mousey little lesbian who also loves Madonna. She and I were talking about organizing a party where everyone has to dress up as a different Madonna... I have wanted to do that FOR YEARS. Guess she liked my Condoleezza Rice/Mary J Blige comparison. Some of the other Currier dorm writers included Kristina, Kinzy, Daniel, the aforementioned Colin, and Maggie, who is really down to earth. She knows Kinga, so it was nice how that little triangle-o'-friendship worked out.
For now, things are fine. I don't know too many people, but I know enough that I'm not an alien anymore. I also ran into Tess, the girl I met from Riverside at orientation, and she's been keeping up on the guy I've had my eye on...good to know people are good for something, you know? I mean if I can't use them, they can just go to hell or Burge dorm and get STDs upon entering the building...for all I care.
The cove underneath my lofted bed is now my personal laboratory and hideout. I've got Madonna and Aimee Mann on the walls in addition to the corkboards covered in Project Graduation pictures. Of course there's also the prettiest picture of them all (my caricature) staring back at me. In a couple of weeks, some Lemontians are apparently visiting me. Where they will sleep, I have no idea. I'm pretty tight with my RA, I don't think she'll have a huge problem with my princessy companions.
For now I'ma head out...I'll check you guys later. Love you, love you, love you, I'm always there for you guys and I'm only a left-click away, biznitches.
Later kids,
Louis.
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