The Library on Saturday Night

Is a fun place to be! But in the children's section they have some old books with some rockin' titles. Here are some examples:

C, My Name is Cal
D, My Name is Danita
When She Was Good
The Meanest Doll in the World
I LOVE YOU, STUPID!
Monkey Shines
Bristle Face
The Nip and Tuck War
On a Lark to the Planets
The Mystery of the Pilgrim Trading Post
Take a Chance, Gramps
Love and Betrayal and Hold the Mayo!
Something Terrible Happened
The Kidnapping of Aunt Elizabeth
On the Trail of the Space Pirates
Franz a Dog of the Police

On an unrelated note, I've owned these shoes since the 10th grade, and they reek. And yet I refuse to take them off my feet because they are the greatest shoes in the world. Thank you, Margaret, for the greatest birthday present of all time. Excepting the Backstreet Boys cd I got in the year 2000.

THE END.

So sometimes

You are just sitting there in the library, and you should be doing your homework but instead you are checking your email and some obnoxious student you are paid to help has emailed you blaming you for not emailing him to tell him when he can take his late test, because obviously you are the one responsible for his grade, not him. And then you are annoyed and want to email him a string of obscenities, but you do not and instead divert your attention to other time-wasting activities on the internet, and then you think about the Hogi Yogi turkey you picked up at the yogurt shop the other day and how you wish the bookstore was still open so you could buy crayons to color it in, and then you start looking at the book titles of the children's books on the floor of the library you are on which all have names like Slam! and The Magical Electronic Elephant and then you think about how some men have really, really thick, dark hair on their hands, and how you are glad you have nothing on your hands except for the letters THS because you saw your little brother's school play today and you listened really hard during all the songs so you could hear his trumpet in spite of all the singing. Then you wondered what you would dream about tonight: your cousin coming home with no hair or as an old crippled Asian man with a thin stringy mustache that touched the floor when he walked into the terminal and you didn't recognize him but then you thought, oh, that must be Casey, and then you started crying because he was home and you were happy. Then you thought I really, really don't want to write those papers, so it's a good thing the internet was invented so I could spend five minutes writing a stream-of-consciousness blog post and then post it without reading it just because it's the internet and who is actually going to read this anyway, and then you felt better.