I love this library. So pretty, and not full of strange smelly people that stare at you when you walk by and make you uncomfortable. It seems like every library here has a different sort of personality. The Reg is like the traditional college library and such, Crerar is apparently full of the die-hard science and math people that demand absolute silence (I can't imagine the stares my clinking and rustling would get in there, so I've just generally avoided it), the library in Eckhart is either morbidly quiet, or full of people talking far too loudly (it's in the math building, you can't explain anything having to do with math)... and then there's Harper. Which is all laid back and stuff (mostly because all people usually come here to do is sleep). I can be unobtrusive to sleeping people. Even while typing. (This computer is awesome... it's already been like, fifteen minutes and there's still three hours left on the battery. Three hours! On a pentium 4! Woo, computer!)
So, I was walking over here from Ratner, which is about two blocks away. It's really, really cold. I thought I had dried my hair enough... then, as I was walking past Cobb I adjusted my hat and realized that my hair was not only frozen to the hat, but that the ends of it were frozen into rather strange stiff spikes. Let this be a lesson to us all... we are not meant to live in Chicago in the winter. EVER. Or maybe the real lesson is we're not supposed to swim in Chicago in the winter and then go outside and walk around while our hair's still wet. But I'll go with the former. Just because.
Well, I'd better get to what I'm here to do, which is to aimlessly try to work on my calc, and maybe finish my chapters of Nietzsche (I don't have my book readily available this time, so that's probably spelled wrong)... At least I figured out how to get a locker in Ratner so I didn't have to be so terribly paranoid about having my computer stolen while I was swimming.
So, I was walking over here from Ratner, which is about two blocks away. It's really, really cold. I thought I had dried my hair enough... then, as I was walking past Cobb I adjusted my hat and realized that my hair was not only frozen to the hat, but that the ends of it were frozen into rather strange stiff spikes. Let this be a lesson to us all... we are not meant to live in Chicago in the winter. EVER. Or maybe the real lesson is we're not supposed to swim in Chicago in the winter and then go outside and walk around while our hair's still wet. But I'll go with the former. Just because.
Well, I'd better get to what I'm here to do, which is to aimlessly try to work on my calc, and maybe finish my chapters of Nietzsche (I don't have my book readily available this time, so that's probably spelled wrong)... At least I figured out how to get a locker in Ratner so I didn't have to be so terribly paranoid about having my computer stolen while I was swimming.
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AHHHHHHH!
Another backwards smiley person!
::falls over::
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