L-I-B-R-A-R-Y

Let’s talk about work, shall we? I work in a library and I’m basically always:
- annoyed
- dreamy
- slow
- hungry

I’ll explain. For my work, I have to put back books in their original habitat, which isn’t that exciting, but hey, it’s work. When I get there I put my bag in a locker and run upstairs. I try to find my parents, who also work at that same library, and say hi. I love love love the puzzled faces of visitors/ co-workers who see me greeting my parents. It’s just so funny.

Annoyed
Why am I annoyed? I’m annoyed because my work is just so stoopid. Like, anyone can do it. I’m also annoyed because I’m always slow and my co-workers are fast, and because I’m always hungry and think of food. And because I get stoopid questions that I just can’t answer, like: “Where can I find this book? I searched for it, but it’s not there.” Well, maybe that is because SOMEONE IS READING IT NOW AT HOME. “But the computer says it’s here.” Then the computer’s wrong. “Computers are never wrong.” Get lost.
Also, I hate people who are actually older than me, calling me miss. Especially when they’re seventeen. I am sixteen. It’s just wrong. Or people who wear clothes which protect them from rain. I would be putting books back and hear ‘swoosh’ behind me. Have you got any idea how scary that is? And they don’t stop. They just go swooshing around me, as if they’re running in circles around me, to annoy me. Oh, or people who stare at me. That’s just scary. Like they’re thinking “am I going to ask my silly question to her or do I think she’s too young to understand?” I get nervous when people are looking at me, especially when they work at the library. It’s like they think “I WILL GET HER FIRED, I WILL GET HER FIRED, NANANANANAA”. So far for the annoying part, and I don’t think I’ve even said everything.

Dreamy
Why am I dreamy? Well, partly because I’m just a dreamy person, who get’s lost in her own world too often, and partly because the work is just so boring. I have to put the books back exactly on alphabet, which confuzzles me sometimes. A lot of times I’m just thinking too much about other stuff and walk around with a C-book in the F-section. But you can’t honestly blame me. The work is just so dreary that anyone would think of other things, in my case food. I do like putting back the novels, because I love reading and a lot of times I secretly read the cover and start my own story in my head. I’ve got a writers-mind, I can’t help that I’m dreamy.

Slow
Why am I slow? Becaaaause.. I’m a Taurus? Taurus-peeps are meant to be slow peeps. I don’t know. I get dreamy, yeah, I don’t pay attention, that’s why I’m slow. And because I read the covers of books instead of putting them back instantly. And because I am not good in putting books back on alphabet. It’s hard, you know.

Hungry
Why am I hungry? Okay, this is actually my fault. I don’t eat enough at school and I forget I have to work, or I don’t eat my last sandwich before I go to work. So I would be working for two hours without eating, and it’s not, not, not fair that I sometimes have to put back the books about food. I can’t stand seeing delicious salads or freshly baked bread on the covers when I’m hungry. It’s also not fair that when I leave the library, there’s a CHINESE RESTAURANT nearby who loves to tease me with it’s awesome aromas. It should definitely make it’s own perfume.

No, I do actually like working at the library. There’s fun parts too, like being inside the cosy wosy warm library when it’s raining reaaally hard outside. Or drinking the most delish hot chocolate in the world free, when the ordinary people have to pay for their drinks. Or sneaking into the Personnel Only rooms, because I WORK THERE AND YOU DO NOT.
Booya. I don’t care all the people who work there are aged 30+. Well, I do, but I earn money. Not a lot, though, but.. I.. like.. books? I get them for free! I mean.. Shuddap.

Remembering 9/11

Love is still stronger than hate

My Best Friend Karma

Goddamnit, I crushed my Karma. I am a very caring person and I always want my Karma to be stable, but today I kinda crushed it. I have to be very nice to my surroundings now, I guess. The thing is, I cleaned my room today. Honestly, I haven’t cleaned my room for about six hundred years, so it needed to be cleaned. Dust everywhere. People screaming. Children crying. Well, it was not that dramatic, but I, miss I-do-not-harm-animals-even-if-they-are-annoying-little-bugs, probably killed more than five spiders. In fact it was the vacuum cleaner who did it, but I am still to blame. And that’s stoopid, because yesterday I was just commanding my boyfriend NOT to kill the spider that was running around in my room. “Don’t kill it, just throw it out of the window!” We have that conversations more often, I have to say. Now the question is, why do I care so much for the lives of those hairy, scary creatures? I am scared of spiders. I do not like them. But for me, that’s no reason to kill them. I believe you must be a real coward to do that. I’m sorry, boys. Why does each and every guy kill bugs with the biggest smile ever on their faces? Is it a sort of, like, a hobby? That’s just insane, guys. Stop it. Stop it now. It’ll crush your Karmas, and yes, Karma is a bitch. She will not forgive you, unless you always behave like an angel and the only bad thing you do is killing bugs, which I doubt. You know, the thing with Karma is, that she really does what they say about her. It’s not some sort of made-up story. I once said “Karma’s a bitch” and I immediately tripped. It was just so odd that I had to believe in Karma, and that’s one of the reasons I don’t kill bugs. The other reason I’ve told before, I think only cowards kill bugs because they annoy them (like that’s a good reason. Come on.). But there’s a third reason. I am actually quite fascinated by spiders. They make the most amazing webs, it’s just artwork, especially when it’s rained and there are tiny drops of water in the webs. I know spiders don’t control rain, I’m not insane. But they work on each and every web for so long, and they use such a cool trick. I will be the fly in this role play.

Bzz. Bzzzz. BZZZZZZ. O-kay, I’ll stop, I know it annoys you, but hey, I’m a fly. I AM annoying. Wooh, I’m so tired of flying around like a maniac all day, let’s take a rest. Yay. There’s a place to rest me poor wings and get eaten. Let’s sit down. Hey, what’s wrong with this thing, it’s all shaky? Hmm, gorgeous creature staring at me. Hi gorgeous. Do you want to GET WITH ME?! Waaaaah.. No.. no! Do not eat me! DO NOT EAT ME! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH..

The end. That was weird, but I think I kinda dig that fly. We understand each other, you know? Well, I have to stop writing now, because my parents are begging me to shut down the computer and have a little snack. About this whole blog, you should probably not pay any attention to it, because I am superstitious. Like hell. Goodbye.