Or, to be more precise, the troll in library. That would be me. I've been inhabiting the University's library for some three days now. Well, I guess this is day four. I'm like a little troll, holed up in my little hovel. I've taken over an entire corner of the grad student study area. I refuse to sit among the other undergrads. I get nothing done.
My decision to take six classes (eighteen credits) is catching up to me right now. "Oh, it's not too bad! It's actually pretty easy!" has turned to "DEAR GOD, WHY?!" I'm running on some three hours of sleep. Not good.
My day wouldn't be complete, though, without a little whining. And I'm counting this as my study break, so I'm going to take as much time as I can. Before I was sitting in my little cube, I was sitting at the long general study tables in the atrium of the library. Flipping through my images of neoclassical and Romantic paintings, I am interrupted by a ringing phone. The girl across from me, a small Asian girl, looks embarrassingly around and searches for the offending phone. Here's the kicker: she proceeds to answer it. Not only that, she proceeds to yak away for a good five minutes before she realizes my death stare and hangs up. It is a LIBRARY. SHHH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
On that note: back to Mengs, David, Ingres, and Gros. My men tonight. <3
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