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I'm standing here, with an eighty pound backpack on my back (I weighed it), and I don't really want to go anywhere. Just want to stand here and stare at my email until the library closes. I wish the library didn't close - then I could just live in here, and I think it would be pleasant. One of the things I really love about HSU is their library collection; it's certainly not nearly as expansive as MIT, but their books feel homey for some reason. Usually I work at a desk on the third floor and look out over the view of Arcata since the library's on top of a hill. The philosophy books especially call to me, and now and then I pick book to read while I punt from pondering the meaning (if any) of my life. I could spend the rest of my life in this library and be happy (provided that I had food once every 2 weeks ;)). But the outside world disturbs me from the peace I find in here, and when I venture out I realize that I can't be happy anymore: the closed, perfect system of the library is broken.
Well - my arms are starting to get numb from this backpack - I should find some place to sit down...
Well - my arms are starting to get numb from this backpack - I should find some place to sit down...