Feb 03, 2006 15:50
Elmo....
Who is he?
What is he?
Where did he come from?
Why does he have hallucinogenic fits?
What the hell kind of accent is that anyway?
And who the hell is Mr. Noodle?
These are questions I mostly ask myself, as I sit on the 6th floor of the library building. It's like a catacomb/attic most of the time. In fact the only sound to be heard is the typing of quick fingers and the wiring in the elevator shaft.
It's like some sort of forgotten ratty book maze full of columns of peeling book bindings in english, spanish, dutch, french, and a dozen other languages.
There is also a huge sections dedicated to obscure bibliographies. One floor down from me is the OSU rare book / scientific vault.
But mostly I sit alone up here when I can to uh.... study. Biology right now. Enzymatic inhibators, and the effects of P.H levels on certain enzymes and their substrates...
I just took mine calculus mid-term, I don't think I did too badly. But ultimately what will save me in the class is the fact that there are people who are EVEN WORSE at calculus than I am. And I'm positively lazy and mildly illiterate in the algebra front.
I think I can handle calc, the rest of my load is easy. The chem mid-term was simple enough. And I'm sure I'll ace the bio mid term next monday.
Hmmmm. I just farted. A lovely noise to hear in a quiet library setting.
Anyway, thats what I'm up to. Library flatulence.
Bye-Bye
Grandpa loves you.