#libraries forever

[oristudies]

cozy fall library days and psych notes :’)

[these-jelly-bones-blog]

cranky with myself because i was too lazy to pick up the book i requested from the library yesterday, which means i can’t get it until tuesday now! why are libraries always only open at the most inconvenient times?

if i ever do transition back to working part time again, working at a library might be nice. working at a public library in my early 20′s wasn’t my FAVORITE job in the world, but it wasn’t too stressful and you’re guaranteed to have at least one cool/weirdo/artist/queer/feminist co-worker. plus, i get to be around books all day (which i am in my current job, but making the books happen is very different from making sure people have access to them!). hmmm....!

[these-jelly-bones-blog]

nothing brings me joy as quickly as making an online request for a book at my library. i’m so glad i got into reading again. 

[librarianbyheart-blog1]

[veryverybad]

thursday, 2/21/13

i don't have anything to say: i was on such a good streak of early-sleeping and now i'm off it, timed perfectly with my earliest morning yet of the semester? is this a thing to say. the seminal episode of my radio show begins in seven hours. my greatest desire is to wake up for it and my runner-up desire is to wake up in time to maybe drink a glass of water and become cognizant. let the blood wander into brainy canals at its leisure while i regurgitate bright blue mouth wash. i've had it with long explanations: nothing really happened today except for the pervasive feeling of tombliness, library-sized -- i couldn't get out and i couldn't take it, i was suffocating in there. secondary feeling of general merriment for literally no reason i can think of. i forgot what being somewhat consistently upbeat is like and it is too weird. mid-afternoon, mid-blizzard, i spent an hour on a couch talking about smells with laura, who i haven't hung out with properly in maybe a year. now i'm obsessed with her and want to make repeat plans immediately. her house is thin like the spine of a book and yellow, amidst a long line of squat white houses. on the inside the floor is checkered tile and the walls have cartoonish whirring airplanes painted on them. i saw only one of her housemates, a girl in a bun, who ran in through the front door, planted her feet squarely in front of us, and talked about lynda barry energetically for three minutes before she stomped up the stairs to retrieve a book.

laura is writing ghost stories for her capstone.

i'm horizontal, encased in sleep fleece; my house is creaking.

[babybirdblue-blog]

I have about 100 book samples on my kindle. My goal is to work my way through them and see which ones I actually want to read. So far I've made it through ten and requested 5 from the library. Let's hope they don't come at the same time because I'm no longer capable of making it through that many books in 2 weeks. Miles cramping my style since 2011.