Rococo

There are babies in the library. I'm also there. I haven't been in teh library for a long time, but I came because I wanted somewhere that had cushy chairs to sit in while I read Animorphs. Thank you, Dillon Fallon. You always teach me the greatest entertainment media. Unlike Upton Sinclair. I doubt Upton and I will ever see eye to eye.

I'm in the sampler section reading Animorphs on my computer, which I am now using to write this. Reading and writing: it's all I ever do anymore. Kind of. I don't really write all that much which is why I am now writing. Ellen Switzer said she read my blog, I guess to catch up on my life this past year or so, and I remembered about this and decided to write some words. I don't really have anything to say. I just saw Martin Wall for the second time in a month. The other time was just last friday night. Now you know how much we hang out. I wonder if my tick-tacking away at my keyboard is annoying the rest of the people in the sampler section. When I sat down here, there was a space of three empty chairs in a row, so I sat in the middle one to put a chair's length between me and the people on either side. Then, a couple minutes later, a girl from my Intro to Islam class last winter semester came and sat down next to me. She didn't pull anything out or start reading a book for about five minutes. I wondered what she was doing. I was going to talk to her, but then I didn't say anything in the first minute, so it'd've been weird to say something that long after she'd sat down and I'd realized who she was.

Do all seeing eye dog trainers wear tie-dye?

Finally, she pulled something out and started to read. She seemed pretty casual in her reading. Not too focused. I couldn't blame her. I was spending most of my energy on watching her subtly instead of finding out what was happening with Tobias, Rachel, and the gang. After about ten minutes of reading, she just stood up and walked away, never looking back, I know, I watched her until she went out of sight. She was Katherine. Maybe. I think that was her name. She has/had a neckless with her name written in arabic on it. Like a good luck charm. Maybe they called her Katie for short. I don't remember too much from last year. Only some things. Like the cranberry juice I bought for Jenni Boyle when I missed Dillon's golden birthday. I know exactly where it is on the shelf. If you want the same stuff I'll get it for you too.

Then I got really tired and tried to sleep for a couple of minutes. Maybe just one. Or a couple of seconds, but I decided to write on my blog first. There are a lot of books in this sampler section I wanted to read. I doubt I will, though. I doubt I'll write any, too. I wonder if my mood is affected by the music I listen to, or if I gravitate toward music that fits my mood. I wish I could step foot on the moon.