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I’m currently sitting in the library cafe.

My normal spot on the third floor next to the machines that read microfiche and the library index of cemeteries was taken by a younger guy in plaid reading some sort of book. My fallback spot, located on the opposite side of that particular seating area, was also filled by a bearded man doing some research, so I defaulted to the cafe. I’m a bit surprised that they allow them to have a television playing, but with reruns of friends on, who can complain. I wasn’t going to, but I decided to buy a coke from the guy at the counter. I’ve only bought a drink here once before, but the gentleman at the counter always seems to be up for some good-natured banter, so I couldn’t resist. We exchanged some remarks about the availability and cost of the drink and I sat down in at the open table in the corner. A few older individuals accompany me in the small sitting area. A lady with extreme bifocals has her nose about an inch away from the pages of a book (which I assume is about types of exotic animals judging by the number of images depicting large jungle cats and safari scenes) as she tries to decipher the cations underneath pictures. She mutters things from time to time but it doesn’t seem to phase the other two gentlemen sitting in the vicinity. The man towards my left seems to have been here for awhile. He’s studying some time of science related topic and has multiple binders full of hand written notes and diagrams. The one open on the top reads: phylum chordata - chordates, and I think it says something about the spinal cord. All of that stuff is over my head, but props to him for being intelligent. The man to my right has already left by the time I get to writing this. He seemed normal enough, just a man taking a water break before he heads home on his way back from work. Gradually, everyone else picks up their things and leaves. A couple other people come and go and friends turns into family feud. I’m debating about heading out, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to face the cold.


The semester seems to be off to a good start. Only time will tell how the rest of it will go. 


best thing I’ve seen in some time! I want this on a shirt!

best thing I’ve seen in some time! I want this on a shirt!


azizisbored:

Enrique Iglesias - Tonight I’m Fucking You

This is how I imagine Enrique emailing his director the idea for this incredible video:

Ok, so the song is called ‘Tonight I’m Fucking You’ so I thought in the video I could just be fucking a lot. What I’m thinking is, the video starts and I’m in a nightclub… I see this really hot girl and right before I sing the chorus where I go ‘Tonight I’m fucking you’… BAM! I’m fucking that girl in the corner of the club… then later I’m playing poker… the song is still going… I see a hot girl and right as I sing ‘Tonight I’m fucking you…’  BAM! I’m fucking that girl against a wall… then I’m walking up the stairs with the second girl, to go have sex with her somewhere else and we run into the first girl… she looks upset… you think she’s mad at me… then right before the chorus hits again - BAM! - we cut to me fucking BOTH those girls AND like 7 other girls we haven’t seen yet. Thanks,

Enrique

P.S. Just had a good idea - let’s put Ludacris in a limo rapping something in the middle. 

fully confirms my thoughts that when he got the mole removed he lost all of his inhibitions. Enirique’s gone wild up in this bitch lol


this made my day

good question lol 


first two weeks of school down and I already feel like I’m drowning. I’m happy about a couple of things, but maybe I just need to be a debbie downer just for today…


I was still serfing away at grad school. My friends and I assume that we would soon be tenured professors, which is an excellent life goal - it’s like planning to be Cher. You think I’m going to wear beads, and sing “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves” on the way to work every morning, and one day, I’m going to get a call saying, “congratulations! You’re Cher! Can you make it to Vegas by showtime?”
Love is a Mixtape - Rob Sheffield

I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable really. But I love it all. As far as I’m concerned, the ’90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps. Every note from those years is charged with life for me now. For instance, I hated Pearl Jam at the time. I thought they were pompous blowhards. Now, whenever a Peal Jam song comes on the car radio, I find myself pounding my fist on the dashboard, screaming, “Pearl JAM! Pearl JAM! Now this is rock and roll! Jeremy’s SPO-ken! But he’s still al-LIIIIIIVE!” I don’t recall making the decision to love Pearl Jam. Hating them was much more fun.
Love is a Mixtape - Rob Sheffield