Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Library Thoughts...rather then actually doing the work I came here to do...

2:10 - Time to get to work, I’ve got to finish this essay so I can start studying for my exams!

2:21 - The outlet for the computer cord is at a really awkward angle. Its like its sticking out into my line of vision and trying to invade my personal space. Although if it were on the floor I might step on it. Either way, not ok.

2:34 - Oh my God! The guy in front of me REALLY needs to stop sniffing. There should be a Library rule about that, maybe some sort of screening process for people with colds.

2:47 - Why would he use a mouse with a scroll that loud!? Seriously dude. Which leads me to think that there should be some sort of mouse muffler...maybe like a sock for a mouse.

3:25- I’m really thirsty but I don’t want to be that guy who makes a loud noise by opening my Nestea.

3:32 - They should have background music like a mall. Its like Friday night at a Nunnery in here. Seriously. (Also that would allow me to open my drink without all this fear!)

3:42 - Progress on essay: I would say about 8% done. I think this place closes at like 12. So I’ve got a ton of time to do this fo rizzle! No worries.

3:56 - Nestea opened successfully! That girl sneezed like 3 times giving me the chance to open it unnoticed... Muhahaha.

4:03 - There’s a book across from me that just says “Pee” on the cover.
(4:05 - Turns out it was “Poe”, as in Edgar Allen, its just a really olde book)

4:13 - MY CHAIR HAS WHEELS! Bricks have been shat.

4:17 - Chair with wheels is also very squeaky...not ok. Also! Idea for the next year at the house: Tivo! and separate snack/beer fridge located in the living room.

4:23 - no more accomplished. Watched Phantom of the Office again. FUCK DO YOUR WORK!

4:48 - Unable to locate bathroom. Stupid Nestea. 

5:03 - Defiantly bruised a rib last night. Note to self: cut down on partaying.

5:26 - What ever happened to Sum 41? They just died when that one dude started boning Avril Lavigne. 

5:40 - Hungry, essay...not close to finished... To the Caf!

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