DoaBM, Day 3
Books of the day: Listen Up: Voices From the Next Generation of Feminists (checked out, 3/4 read, mmm brain food), Puritans at Play (checked out, unread, annoying font.. I'll read it at work tomorrow or something), Evidence, a collection of photographs from 1930's NYC murder crime scenes. SO COOL and not-so-disgusting because it's black and white and looks so stylized. But it's not style, it's reality. Y'know? Flipped through between 4:45 and 5 pm, while the other kids in distro were busily trying to empty their book carts before the end of the day. Whatever.
I'm starting to get sick of shelving. It's the same damn call numbers over and over, and no possibility of anything new or exciting. I guess the next few days will be that uncomfortable in-between period, after it's no longer interesting, but before I can switch onto autopilot and do something else with my mind. One of the kids who shelves with me listens to the most godawful music (really loudly).. "alterna-rock" radio drivel and obnoxious "look at me I'm aware of the cultural Other" music. Doesn't he read the Argus? Does he even go to Wesleyan? I can't imagine anyone actually enjoying such a contrived mix. But I sure do love judging people by their musical tastes.
In other non-library-hate-related news, I think I'm going home this weekend just to get a decent meal. I forgot that as soon as summer starts, an amazingly profound apathy sets in and devours my soul. I haven't gone out since Sunday night (and it's SENIOR WEEK), and my diet has devolved from being life-sustaining and conscientious to "hey.. stale cheerios..." and I've started eating stuff with cheese in it just because I can't be arsed to prepare food that requires more than 2 steps or clean dishes or a walk beyond neon. Ugh. I should go out tonight, but I don't know where the party at. And I need to contact people about moving around all my shit this weekend.
They're literally polishing the campus for alumni/commencement. Posters don't last more than 2 hours on the kiosks outside the campus center, and they spent the afternoon hosing non-existent chalkings off the steps of Olin and peeling stickers off of lampposts. In other words, Grounds has finally gone completely OCD on us.
Stay out of trouble, kids. And whatever you do, don't go here.
-T
I'm starting to get sick of shelving. It's the same damn call numbers over and over, and no possibility of anything new or exciting. I guess the next few days will be that uncomfortable in-between period, after it's no longer interesting, but before I can switch onto autopilot and do something else with my mind. One of the kids who shelves with me listens to the most godawful music (really loudly).. "alterna-rock" radio drivel and obnoxious "look at me I'm aware of the cultural Other" music. Doesn't he read the Argus? Does he even go to Wesleyan? I can't imagine anyone actually enjoying such a contrived mix. But I sure do love judging people by their musical tastes.
In other non-library-hate-related news, I think I'm going home this weekend just to get a decent meal. I forgot that as soon as summer starts, an amazingly profound apathy sets in and devours my soul. I haven't gone out since Sunday night (and it's SENIOR WEEK), and my diet has devolved from being life-sustaining and conscientious to "hey.. stale cheerios..." and I've started eating stuff with cheese in it just because I can't be arsed to prepare food that requires more than 2 steps or clean dishes or a walk beyond neon. Ugh. I should go out tonight, but I don't know where the party at. And I need to contact people about moving around all my shit this weekend.
They're literally polishing the campus for alumni/commencement. Posters don't last more than 2 hours on the kiosks outside the campus center, and they spent the afternoon hosing non-existent chalkings off the steps of Olin and peeling stickers off of lampposts. In other words, Grounds has finally gone completely OCD on us.
Stay out of trouble, kids. And whatever you do, don't go here.
-T