March 2010
12 posts
Excursions.
I have dabbled recently in a life outside of the library.
This other way of living seemed to involve many a trip to sainsburys (other supermarkets are available). In this mecca to tinned peaches, pasta bake sauce and white wine the boundaries of my two lives (the other one being that of blue 3 in the library) started to blur. Blue 3 was in the fruit and veg aisles.
These sightings happened...
Neglected. So sue me.
I am rather rubbish at this blog thing. That’s why I have one. To prove I am rubbish at it. And also because it is a bit self divulgent and narcissistic. I like that.
Honestly I haven’t being hanging out at the library too much. I have once again attempted to have some sort of a life. It failed once again. I went out with people, drank too much, started to believe I had friends...
February 2010
9 posts
“This is a staff anounncement, would J*** S*** please make their way to the blue...”
– Quotacious - you would have thought that being surrounded by so many books something would have rubbed off on them by now.
Treat the library like a catwalk.
Whilst torturing myself with referencing and working on six sentencs for six hours today, I frequently found myself distracted by the male fashion going on in library. Despite more sighthings of Barbour jackets than at an East of England agriculture show (worringly gillet sightings are on the rise aswell), today blue 3 was full of boys who clearly wished their mothers still dressed them....
Complications.
Exam season crush reappeared at the library today. Still lust after him despite the frequent girlfriend sightings.
Library crush doesn’t need to know about this.
dissertation (noun) : a love affair with highlighters and post-it notes.
Samedi.
Saturdays in the library are a strange thing. Barely anyone comes in, only the dedicated students find the will to board a bus and even study on the weekend. The staff change, there are almost no ‘announcements’, books don’t get put back on the shelves, one doesn’t have to queue for a computer at midday. Libary crush doesn’t show up.
Library Saturday = sad...
Library crush.
This object of my desire. Generally a sighting of him makes the daily trip worthwhile. Due to my shameless glances/staring and inability to be subtle I am pretty certain he is aware of my mild obsession. Worringly (for him) he is found on blue 3 almost everyday, which just so happens to be my library spot. Booyah. My observation and shameful obsessing has been going on for about a month now,...
Blurb.
Under the fluorescent lights of an university library in the north of England it slowly dawns upon an stressed and tired final year student that is what her life now consists of: sleep, study, eat. Repeat. The university library has become her home away from home. Silence and books the daily norm. This is the epic story of her day to day life (or what occupies her mind after drinking far too...