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Well, it is Halloween.

I went to a party at Spruce St. on Friday and ended up winning a costume contest that I didn’t realize they were having. The prize was a bag of chips from the kitchen. I left it there because I didn’t really need any more chips.

With a mustache like the one I have going on I was short on ideas for costumes. Of course there is always the Dali fall back, which seemed rather esoteric to many and my wide-eyed stare did nothing to try and explain the outfit. I was really surprised that the contacts that I hadn’t worn since my visit to Billings this past summer were still any good. They at least lasted the night until I caught the last drunk bus of the night back to my housing complex. And the other amazing thing was that as the paper flowers from my mustache fell multiple times in the mosh pit (dancing area? The influence of the hippie culture in Missoula is quite apparent when looking at the dancing at music shows) but I still somehow time and time again was able to find them and put them in my shirt pocket until I stopped dancing, where I would put them back on.

I think I need a change of pace and scenery. At least this is keeping me focused on my coursework. Even if my desire to go out into town seems to have diminished quite rapidly. Meh. I am really hoping to make it back to Seattle for Thanksgiving which will hopefully help me feel more attached to reality and less stuck in my own head as I blend into the wallpaperless walls around here. It might help here if I could find someone to be a romantic interest, but so far I have yet to find anyone with which I can relate to on multiple levels, or someone who isn’t already taken or in some kind of ‘interesting’ situation that I would really just rather not bother with.

I am almost done with my application to study abroad. All that is left is to touch up the essays (translation included) and start picking out the courses that are listed at the moment, but will surely change once the time to go over to France actually draws nearer.
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