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I spent the whole day at the library, reading a book on the fur trade and its impact on the American west. I didn't have to. In fact, my class ended at 11, so technically I didn't have to do anything for the rest of the day. I honestly looked up that book and started to read it. I need to review two books for my Western American history class. I found "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" by Dee Brown and this book written about the fur trade, whose name and author escapes me. It isn't important, though. I don't think I'll review it. For one thing, it was written in 1928 and the language the author uses to describe the natives is, to say the least, offensive. I don't know if referring to Indians as "red" is respectful, even though I hate PC language as much as the next guy. But it isn't just that; the guy obviously thinks of the Indians as merely savages, which is an awfully biased and stereotypical analysis. He also makes a distinction between Indian "savage" society and "civilized" European society. That's just being ignorant.
Why was I reading this? Because I didn't want to go back to my dorm. They moved me to a new room two weeks into the semester with a stranger who I have nothing in common with. To make matters worse, my social anxiety kicked in again. I'd been repressing my anxiety for a few weeks. I started crying last night. I couldn't take it. God I hate being dicked around by college admin.
After the library, I ate, around 4, and called my brother and dad. Then I went to the local indie record store and bought Neil Young's "LIVE RUST" on CD. I own this record on vinyl, and it's been played to death, but I don't have a turntable up here. So the CD was used. And it was cheap.
Plus I picked up Nick Drake's "Bryter Layter" for $9.
Then I came back to the dorm. No one's here. My roomate didn't come back last night. I figure he got some action and slept over at his lady's house. Cool. Good for him.
Oh, DU, a day without you is like a day without sunshine.
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