Just when you're thinking things are looking up...

...this happens:

Walking off the El, two blocks to my apartment. Perfect song comes on the shuffle of my ipod, which never happens. Up the block there is a man who crumbles some trash in his hand and -somewhat aggressively- throws it into the street, although it doesn't get very far. Then he seems to be fumbling with the string on his shorts, but just keeps walking ahead.
Hmmm, ok.Just keep walking, enjoying the song, trying to be uplifted by the sunshine.
Guy walks past me.
I keep walking.
Get to the point where the trash he threw in the street.
Yep, it's a condom.

So that's how condoms get in the middle of the street. Could have gone my whole mylife not knowing that and been fine.

Page Count

This thought, as I sit here in the "Cyber-Cafe" in the lowest level of my University's Library eating my apples and cheese I brought from home and the undergrad population filters in for dinner:

Hanging around undergrads, just makes me really appreciative that I'm not one of them anymore.

Also, I am in LOVE with Google Book Search.

done with my apples and cheese and this point, and will head back upstairs, mostly likely having lost my prime seating near the window. I'm onto my 3rd page of my first paper for grad school. Minimum of 4 pages, maximum of 8. I guess that's something all students have in common: page/word count.

A True Librarian

Patron: Did you see the Palin speech last night?
Me: Ahh, no. But I listened to some of it. I thought she did a good job.
Patron: But you didn't see it?
Me: No, I don't own a television.
Patron: Wow, you don't a television?!
Me: Ahh, well...No, not in my new place.
Patron: You are like, a true librarian.


This interaction is hilarious to me on many levels. And rings true because of that. I am officially taking classes in (and becoming increasingly paniced by) Graduate school for Library and Informational Sciences.

In the past week my life has had a lot of changes, some that I don't even think I have really been conscience of, or was simply too overwhelmed to even deal with. In the past weekend alone I drove through three states for a wedding of a close friend, with a close friend, drove back, and then moved into a new apartment.

Plus, you know, that pesky grad school thing. Which I am currently avoiding the reading/homework of as I type. I should go back to that. Needless to say, not really sure when I'll blog, but little things in life like interactions with patrons that humor me - I'll still try to through those up here.