This is my very first blog post ever, so I might as well say something about myself. I live about 7 hours from campus, in a small town between Mt. Hood and Portland, Oregon. This summer, I have a job working for a local farm, selling berries and other fruit at Portland area Farmer’s Markets. This job is really great because I get to eat fruit and talk to people all day. I also get to see, firsthand, that Fred Armisen’s Portlandia is almost entirely accurate. At least of the people who shop at Farmer’s Markets.
If you don't know what I mean, here's an example. I am Dana in this situation:
When I’m not selling berries to hipsters, I’m probably doing one of the following activities:
- Running (my Cross Country team is closer than family, and most of these things, we do together)
- Playing ultimate frisbee
- Planning some kind of prank
- Looking for something that my too-intelligent and perpetually bored dog, with a highly developed sense of humor, hid from me
- Eating pasta
- Listening to history podcasts like a nerdy old woman
- Neglecting the mess in my room
- Hitting the town with the LOVE of my life, my teal PT Cruiser
- Singing, badly
- Taking advantage of the fact that I have a mountain, rivers, waterfalls, and lakes all within half an hour’s drive: biking, hiking, camping, swimming.