A moment in the library
I step in the Library and feel the warm of heaters blowing at every wall, a pleasent feeling while living in a house that is almost religiously 10 degrees colder then the temperture outside.
Walking around trying to find a computer I notice that I don't recognize one single person, which doesn't surpise me in the least; most of my friends graduated or don't study too much (and therefore didn't graduate.
As I'm looking for a computer I have to take notice on what is currently occupying every computer in in this joint.
1) about 8 people looking at Facebook.
2) about 6 people looking at College Humor.
3) a couple of people shaking in a rush to finish a weeks worth of an essay 11 hours before it's due so they can go out to a "powerhour" (lord, I miss those)
4) one dude who is screaming on the phone trying to explain a card/drinking game that is "quote sweeping York College". (I haven't heard of it thought, so fuck that).
5) and this one seriously annoys me 3 people, not counting the dude just mentioned, talking on cell phones not paying any attention to the computer they are currently occupying.
6) and myself writing a live journal entry to bitch about the people who I now a part of. Curse my lack of consentration.
That is all.
Walking around trying to find a computer I notice that I don't recognize one single person, which doesn't surpise me in the least; most of my friends graduated or don't study too much (and therefore didn't graduate.
As I'm looking for a computer I have to take notice on what is currently occupying every computer in in this joint.
1) about 8 people looking at Facebook.
2) about 6 people looking at College Humor.
3) a couple of people shaking in a rush to finish a weeks worth of an essay 11 hours before it's due so they can go out to a "powerhour" (lord, I miss those)
4) one dude who is screaming on the phone trying to explain a card/drinking game that is "quote sweeping York College". (I haven't heard of it thought, so fuck that).
5) and this one seriously annoys me 3 people, not counting the dude just mentioned, talking on cell phones not paying any attention to the computer they are currently occupying.
6) and myself writing a live journal entry to bitch about the people who I now a part of. Curse my lack of consentration.
That is all.