Almost everyday I have an hour break between classes and, like the nerd that I am, I spend it in the library. Today I discovered something in the library. Even more specific, in the library bathroom. There was a sign that read:
"Please do not
urinate in the
trash can.
Thank you"
Um? I guess that's one of the biggest issues the bathrooms have encountered as of late. That poor trash can...
I find the library fascinating. There are so many random books and almost all of them were published in the '70s. After reading that frightening sign in the bathroom, my intension was to go to the third floor and continue reading "The Plot That Thickened" by P.G. Wodehouse-- I suggest reading his stuff. A clever fellow. However, I was interrupted by this huge section of books about marijuana, crack, drugs, cocaine-- my favorite was "Why Marijuana Should Be Legal"-- and I couldn't pass it up. I was reading this book called "Crackhouse", an ethnographer lived in this crackhouse and wrote a book on it. It was amazing. Star Trek has been forever changed.
Hm. I should probably stop educating myself with random books because, now that I think about it, the things I've read about this semester is the loch ness monster, dust, case studies of mass murderers, photographs of the midwest in the early '80s, and the most recent, drugs. What have I learned from this? Nessie is real and if you dismantle a cat when you're young you'll dismantle people when you're older.
Beam me up, Scotty.
Carmen.
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