Day 38
After sleeping until lunchtime and attending the adult play group (facebook) I started to adventure out to the library. Along the way I walked by a sign that read, "Chemistry Building," not unusual for one of the world's leading reasearch facilities to have a chemistry building. But, this chemistry building looked exactly like Hogwarts. I looked over the turrets and curly stone moldings and got a shudder at exactly how much sense it makes that the chemistry building look like a school of wizardry because hey, that's exactly what it is. Hmm, the architects must have had incredible foresight to have known that one hundred years from when they erected the building a popular children's novel would be made into a film with the exact same structure. Or, maybe they just whipped it up only a few years ago out of rubber and plastic. Hard to say, but I know that some magic is 'a brewing there. But, I wonder if the rooms are lit by those awesome floating candles like in the movie.
I passed by Hogwarts on my way to check out the other main library on campus. I had heard "the other library" was an excellent place to hang out even though it only contained more scientific-related books. But, to mostly to uphold my title as Library Geek of the Year (a title I've held since age 6, I am still waiting for my tiara) I thought I'd check it out, besides I heard they had coffee there.
I walked in the older part of the building through a low-ceilinged hallway into a large cavern. The "library" if you can even call it that (there were no books in sight) consisted of vast open spaces filled with hodgepodge gatherings of semi-modern mismatched furniture. Students were everywhere sprawled out in this furniture sea, in full sight of one another typing away at MacBooks occasionally coughing.
I finally found the books and they were behind doors that said that their entrances were closed. I tooled around looking for a way to get at them but was only met with more closed off doorways. Finally, I retreated out the sidedoor and trotted back to safety; back to a land filled with the sweet and sour smell of rotting literature and tiny one person carrels that feel like personal caves. A glorious place where you don't have to look at each other. I sunk into my chair and wondered if somehow, perhaps cosmically, my library knew about my experience with "the other library".
So, after an intense writing session at the library (I couldn't unbend my finger) I spent 6 of my 10 dollars on a smoothie. (And, it was worth it) When I got home I went to my rez's "Quiet Study Room" which is a room with four tables that is lined with discarded posters and hand-me-down books. There was a person at every table, so I asked my physics friend if I could sit with him. He obliged. I spread out and started to get paranoid about being quiet. But, the first thing I did was rip open the velcro enclosures of my bag and take one thing out at a time and set them on the table. Then, I moved around my belongings into different arrangements. Then, I clicked my pen. Then, I moved around so I could be more comfortable. All the while my tablemate was leaning further into his work as though to stop my distraction from deterring his work. But, luckily, I was saved as another table twosome started whispering and laughing. Sure they distracted me from my readings (boring long stories anyhow) but at least I wasn't the loud one anymore. Ahh well, if those people really wanted quiet they'd have stayed in their rooms, right?
Tonight I had to work the late shift at the bar. In Canada kids can start guzzling booze at age 19. This might seem cool to me if I were 19 but I am not. So, here is the short list of why I hate 19 year olds:
1. Apparently Mom and Dad put enough money to drink but not tip on their MasterCards.
2. They laugh, a lot.
3. They use the word "like" as though their entrance to heaven was only guaranteed by uttering this generic word "like" 267 times per day.
4. They are shocked that you want to ID them.
5. "If you have been to less than 2 Jason Mraz concerts take a drink!"
6. After only one cocktail they sing along to the stereo and knock around their drink glasses.
7. They have really nice hair, bitches.
8. "I'll have an amaretto sour."-translation: I am a dirty whore with all types of hidden herpes.
Other than that I think they are just the cutest little things in the whole world. Maybe I should become a Canadian citizen and lobby to raise the drinking age to 25.
-Canadian Castaway
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