Library Probz

I love the library.

As a general rule, its really quiet and quaint. I come here at least once a day (yes, I am that girl). 

But sometimes there are disturbances. 

Like the one time they decided to have a tailgate party here. In the middle of the day. When people were trying to study.

And then there's less noticeable, unscheduled disturbances. 

Like the radish guy.

Me minding my own business in the library: 

Rly?

There's a PROFESSOR next to me right now chowing down on raw radishes.

Like going to townnnn on them. 

You can not imagine the immense crunching I'm having to endure right now. 

I'm trying to get a degree, people. 

Don't be the guy who brings radishes to the library.

Don't be that guy. 

The Drunken Sir

Long time no blog, right?

Believe me, I've heard your complaints. 

And obviously so did my idle, tiki-lamp neighbors. 

They've come to entertain. 

I'm not sure if this is better or worse than them sitting in chairs all day every day...

But it certainly is more dangerous

My neighbor, who has now been coined as "drunken sir" in my mind, got super shwasted Saturday morning.

I'm talking like noon. 

Im not sure how he got from point A to point B.... but by 12:45am (twelve hours later) he was actively taking an ax to the tree next door with an entire cheering audience by his side. 

Why didn't you stop him? you might ask. Why did you lock your doors and creep on them through your bathroom window instead of breaking up the festivities? 

Solid question. 

Allow me to consult the flow chart. 

Once the tree fell down, he moved on to his bike. 

And then to his truck....

The last and most expensive of which I'm assuming he'll come to regret the most. 

Overall my Halloween weekend was filled with observations of riotous living and disheveled Disney princesses....

Yikes, Auburn. Yikes.