Advice from the Graduate Carrels

Graduate Carrel 7E, Herman B Wells Library

You can choose to blame
your circumstance on fate
or bad luck or bad choices
or you can choose to fight back.
Things aren't always going to be
fair in the real world. That's just
the way it is. But for the most
part, you get what you give.
The rest of your life is being
shaped right now with the
dreams you chase, the choices
you make and the person
you decide to be.
The rest of your life is a
long time and it starts
right now.

Graffiti

There's a pedestrian underpass I use to cross the bypass, when I walk to work. It's fairly new. Last spring, there was no graffiti. Slowly the darn kids have painted the hell out of it, and I actually kind of like what they've done with the place.

Good Question

Graduate Carrel 8E, Herman B Wells Library

Fuck a goat.
Why are you always telling me to fuck a goat, man?

Look out behind you Steven

From this morning's trawl through the graduate study carrels.

Apples + Gravity

WTF, indeed.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Graduate Carrel, Herman B Wells Library 10E

Graffiti

This one seems to have been a group effort.



Someone else has noticed the penises. Not like they're difficult to miss.



Yes. Yes, he is.

I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe

I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe
Herman B Wells Library 5E

It's still freezing cold on our floor. Just on our floor. So my solution is to take periodic breaks to walk and warm up. I usually go up to the stacks and do a couple of laps, and when I see interesting graffiti in the study carrels, I take photos. Most of it is penises. Lots and lots and lots of penises. So many, I could do an entire Tumblr of nothing but Penises of the Library. I will spare the world that, though. There are also a lot of frat boys leaving their letters everywhere. I assume they are the penis enthusiasts, as well. And they like to homo-bait each other. Occasionally, though, a small gem can be seen, glittering among the steaming piles of crap. It's never art, exactly, but it makes a nice change from "Bob has a tiny dick" and "Bill gives blow jobs to [dudes from X frat]" and "[X frat] all have AIDS."

Oh, the other thing they like to do is mark their territory with "X and Y fucked on this desk." I didn't think it was possible for my opinion of frat boys to get any lower. I was WRONG.