2/15/2001

oh, there’s nothing to say about six hours spent in the library reading middlemarch, other than that the girl at the computer across the aisle wants to kick my ass.

see, i kept glancing over at her because she’s sitting at one of the computers with some guy, with whom she is having a very loud, very stupid conversation.  well, she’s essentially having the conversation by herself.  the guy’s just sitting there in a sort of trance-like state, listening (or not) to this girl vomit up a steady stream of sorority gossip, evaluations of people’s appearances, and shallow, pointless revelations about herself.
“i think people notice me, i don’t know…”
“see, what i told steve is that i’m the kind of person who…”
“so i try to remember that all the time.  the thing about me is that…”
“i think i surprised everyone, and steve wasn’t even there…”
“i mean, she’s kind of pretty, but…”

how was i supposed to avoid looking over?  there was no way i could have kept myself from doing it, overcome with incredulity as i was, especially at the fact that this one-sided discussion had been going on for over half an hour at a decidedly non-librarial volume.  but then i heard this:
“she keeps looking over at me.  i swear to god i’m going to beat her ass.”
(a low mumble from the guy)
“i’m serious, i’ll do it.  i punched a girl in the face once.”

jesus god, i’m going to get jacked in the library.