A Study in Library Graffiti

The third floor of Club Hunt (aka the library) is the quiet study floor, where silence is absolute and completely enforced. There are cubicles on this floor where I hide when I need to actually do work, or not be bothered by people, or both.

And I must say the graffiti on these cubicles makes me wish I understood Korean. At least I think it's Korean that is written on this particular cubicle.

Here are some of my favorite bits of graffiti on this desk:
(different typefaces indicate that a different person responded)


"Why are these cubicles shaped like swastikas?"
           "'Cause it's a concentration camp."


"What did Cinderella say when she got to the Ball?"
           - "She didn't she was busy studying"

An arrow is pointing to some used gum, "Take the fingerprints to find out who it was!"

"Can't spell STUDY without STD"
      "Or without STUD"
            "Or....duty?"


There is also an elaborate drawing of someone dead on top of a pile of work. Ahh CMU, you crazy bastard.

In regards to how I am doing, I feel like this anecdote accurately sums up my life:

There is a 50 cent soda machine on campus that I like to frequent. It has the normal selection of cans of soda, but is also has Mystery Diet Soda, which means you could get a can of Diet Cherry Coke one day and a can of Diet Sprite the next. You will get what the Diet Soda Gods think you deserve!
Anyway, I needed some caffeine like nobody's business, so I went there. And The Diet Soda Gods gave me Diet Root Beer.

No caffeine. Whatsoever.

But it's cool. It's totally fine. I am just gonna keep going.

Just keep going. That's the plan. And it's working out pretty okay. Provided that I only think 24 hours to a week in advance. Much beyond that and we have problems.

In the short term things are looking up. A paper that I devoted my entire weekend to got pushed back 48 hours. The one time I was actually good and did things ahead of time, I get an extension and the class canceled tomorrow. (I'm not gonna lie, I had to stop myself from screaming in the library when I got that email) My housemates and I are bonding this semester (don't get me wrong they are still messy and it's killing me) but we're doing stuff together. Like last night we went and did hooka (my first time :D) And I believe there are plans to go to Sig Ep's 90s Party dressed as the Spice Girls (there are five of us). I'd be Ginger Spice. (I recently acquired a red party/cocktail dress from Goodwill for $4). And I might have a house off campus to live in next year with my friends. I am excited.

And on Friday, Sarah is visiting me on her way through town. She and John are driving out to DC since Sarah is moving out there for work. That should be nice.

Provided I don't think about the larger implications of that statement. Like how I am gonna have to pack up all of my stuff and put it somewhere, storage probably until I get my own place, make my own home.

I have too much stuff to be a nomad.

Find a job. Be an Adult. At the very least get a damn internship for the summer. Where? Who knows. There's a design firm in NYC looking for a writer. I could do that. Or not.

BUT

Now is not the time to panic. Now is the time to just breathe and make it through the week, the month, etc. It's only about a month until Spring Break then the panic may conmmence.

In the meantime, I will sit in my "concentration camp" and drink my Diet Root Beer.

The Diet Soda Deities Have Spoken!

EDIT: I let my housemate dye the underside of my hair purple