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whydoihaveablog: My love for Louis Theroux is like no other....

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 19:07:23 +0000

My love for Louis Theroux is like no other. He’s so babelike and bespeckled and his hair is bad which I like and he does fun stuff with his life. My favorite is how he gets answers from people. Sometimes, after he asks a question, he just remains silent and the person he is talking to tries to fill the awkward silence with words and then that’s how Louis Theroux gets people to admit to and/or own up to things.

He’s so smart and funny and has that ever-so-slightly Aspergersesque quality that I really find attractive in a man. I mean, I don’t find Aspergers attractive, but I find Asperger-like qualities endearing. Whatever. I know what I mean. i don’t care if you don’t know what I mean.

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Argentina 2005.

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Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:27:53 +0000

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Excursions.

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 23:07:00 +0000

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 within a few days of each other. I am still disturbed by them, and now take slightly more care of my appearance when popping out to get some organic milk. They were both sightings of my library crushes!

First sighting was of library crush’s january replacement. Sunday afternoon with no make up on. Scary sight indeed. There were momentary glances of mutual recognition over by the mushrooms. I went to the check-out shortly after. (Probably one of those self check outs, which most likely added more trauma and stress to the whole trip. I mean I am certain those machines are meant to make us believe they are helping us, making our trip to the consumer hell a bit less, well, hellish. But they make it worse. To start they ask if you ‘have your own bags’? So ‘yes I do’. They are made of clothe. The scales do not recongise any weight. Strange that. The supervisor has to double check you have you’re own bags before you can proceed. Why? During all of this that stupidly loud, calmed voiced and consending women feels the need to ‘instruct’ me. Yes I know I haven’t taken my bags of the scale yet, that’s because I am sorting out the packing, and am putting my purse back into my handbag and am organising all my other fecking bags so I can leave the store in some type of composed manner and not get mugged as soon as I step outside by some scally, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TAKE MY BAGS OFF THE SCALES IN A FUCKING MINUTE - YOU IMPATIENT LADY VOICE!!!) *

I saw the original library crush a few days later. In typical the me and library crush way we kept bumping into each other from aisle to aisle (no I am not stalking him, this supermarket just has a very logical shopping path). With my standard lack of subtlety and grace I had quite the glance into his shopping basket. He likes vegetables. I was hoping the red wine was for sole comsumption, or maybe to put in a nice pasta sauce that he will eat on his own. More importantly, a brand new discovery about library crush, wait for it - HE IS BLIND. Well he wears glasses so at the very least visually impared, fan of the contacts I assume. (Why I am attracted to the visually impared? - subconciously I must want blind babies or something, worrying.) I left with my shopping feeling wiser.

*I would like to blame this rant on listening to a Prodigy album whilst writing and also for not going to Thai Bo this week, thus not having worked out any rage for a while.

Neglected. So sue me.

Fri, 05 Mar 2010 22:32:31 +0000

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 and a life, I got behind on uni work, I became wracked with guilt, and then I got ill. Last night I went to a Mumford and Sons gig on my own drinking a pint of water and popping lozenges like sweeties. The image still haunts me.

I will return to the library. Tomorrow in fact.

bookshelfporn: tiphereth: Very clever ambient advertising:...

Wed, 24 Feb 2010 16:23:17 +0000

bookshelfporn:

tiphereth:

Very clever ambient advertising: stairs that look like giant books

sweethomestyle:

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"This is a staff anounncement, would J* S* please make their way to the blue ground customer..."

Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:38:00 +0000

“This is a staff anounncement, would J*** S*** please make their way to the blue ground customer service desk . . on blue ground.”

- 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.

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 23:25:00 +0000

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. Spotted:

A ginger 20 year old replica of James May. In almost every way, except this young one had natural rosy red cheeks a MAC store girl would sell all her lipsticks for.
Super skinny legged boy wearing super skinny jeans. I saw him from the bus yesterday and laughed. Up close it was terrifying.
A young lad who was suffering from the fresher weight sydrome (a diet of crisps and beer will lead to unattractive obesity, someone should warn them) sporting a Fred Perry polo neck from his skinnier days. I am pretty certain the sleeves were cutting off the blood flow to the rest of his arms. He seemed to be channeling a younger version of Ken Tanaka.
18 year old 5”5 strutting his stuff in an over sized leather jacket that screamed ‘mid life crisis’.

It hurt my eyes.

But then library crush was around: reading books, walking down the rows and stuff. Le sigh. I couldn’t get close enough for a proper uncomfortable stare, but am almost certain he has shaved off his sexy stubble!! I am experiencing conflicting emotions about this change in physical appearance.

Will try and get closer tomorrow.

Complications.

Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:01:54 +0000

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.

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Sun, 14 Feb 2010 20:51:41 +0000

bookshelfporn:

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dissertation (noun) : a love affair with highlighters and post-it notes.

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 20:38:41 +0000

dissertation (noun) : a love affair with highlighters and post-it notes.

Samedi.

Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:08:45 +0000

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 Saturday.

Library crush.

Fri, 12 Feb 2010 23:04:40 +0000

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, after I spotted him during the January exam season. He disappeared for a while, I found an inadequate replacement in headphone boy, but still hoped to spot library crush wandering around the rows or loitering in the stair wells. Since semester two has kicked off I see him almost everyday. I cannot complain.

What I know so far:

He must be studying humanities otherwise he wouldn’t hanging around blue 3.

He rides a bike to uni (proof: the ever present helmet).

He sounds posher than me.

He is a library loser like myself.

(To make it clear I do not stalk him, but everyday when I study in the library I see him. Without trying to find him, he appears. For example, when I was entering blue 3 the other day he just leaving and held the door open for me - our paths cross without trying. I almost had an asthma attack afterwards.)

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whydoihaveablog: My love for Louis Theroux is like no other....

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Excursions.

Neglected. So sue me.

bookshelfporn: tiphereth: Very clever ambient advertising:...

"This is a staff anounncement, would J*** S*** please make their way to the blue ground customer..."

Treat the library like a catwalk.

Complications.

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dissertation (noun) : a love affair with highlighters and post-it notes.

Samedi.

Library crush.

"This is a staff anounncement, would J* S* please make their way to the blue ground customer..."