I'm in the school library, writing some bullshit drivel about Tennyson's bitchfest and lamentation over his hot homosexual lover in "In Memoriam," therefore I decided to take a moment out of my stress to people-watch. I wonder if they feel as crybaby-flavored as I do right now. I see some girl with glasses and stringy hair that probably collects porcelain horses...a pretty girl with an aqua halter top and blonde-streaked hair that no doubt gets semi-decent grades so she can remain leader of her sorority....ooh, there's a Mullet, Signe. :-) Hmm...there's a boy, looks like a future law student and/or yuppie WallStreeter...(I'm envisioning a Christian Bale-like figure ala American Psycho.) Here comes a hippie with his Nalgene bottle of water and invisible cloud of patchoulie...I think I need some caffeine. I miss Bryan and The Girlz and life outside the sanitized white of the library walls. I'm a terrible scholar, I am.