In The Library

I'm sitting at the front desk. It's really quiet in here. Which makes the books really oppressive. ANYWAY, I'm extremely excited for this weekend, I have no business being a stage manager, and Samantha Who? is a really brilliant show. I'm currently being forced to decide who my favorite author is. Ridiculous. You'd have an easier time asking me in what situations I'd rape someone... no, I'd probably have a hard time with that one too... SO MANY CHOICES.

I've been late to my courtesy probably everyday after the first week here. I think the librarians hate me. That's alright. They're old and bitchy.

I read some stupid "Punk History" book we have in the library. What a piece of bullshit. When someone starts describing music with the words "emocore" and states that punk "flourished" after the clash is just FUCKIN' IDIOTIC. And yeah sure I'm a bit of an elitist and I don't like all punk music, but come the fuck on.

I have come to find that there are two kinds of people that come into high school libraries: Lame ass tree kids who look at Yu-Gi-Oh mangas, and "artsy" types who check out Mein Kampf and The Beatles biography.