The Wallflowers

Come on try a little,

nothing is forever.

There's got to be something better than

in the middle.  

Me and Cinderella

We put it all together

and we can drive it home

with one headlight.  

Today's been a Wallflowers day for some reason.  I don't know, Jacob Dylan's just got it for some reason.  It really has nothing to do with being Bob Dylan's son either...

So I've discovered something quite interesting this week.  OSU has these big ol' brick buildings, absolutely overflowing with books.  I wandered into one, completely by accident, and some kind soul took pity on me and explained that campus has libraries.  Go figure.

Admittedly, I have been in the SEL about a handful of times before last week, but I've never actually used it as the resource that it could be.  And today I was blown away after my trip to the Ackerman Library (warehouse?) in a search for books for my 561 class.  Sure, the seemingly abandoned books may be set up amongst forklifts, but it was amazing how many they have stored there.  There was no real reason for me to get an apartment this year...from now on I'm living at Ackerman.  

I looked up a few titles, and went searching armed with a myriad of numbers.  The shelves are erratically arranged, expanding on forever with no apparent semblance of order.  However, after much searching, I finally found Kahn's Boys of Summer in GV875.B7 K3. I cannot rely the tremendous satisfaction of finding that particular book at that particular number after wandering and craning my neck down three separate rows.  Since the library was all but a ghost town, I actually started dancing down the aisle and celebrating a victory over the Dewey Decimal System.  I went so far as to cry out, "Yes!!!" complete with the fist pump, when I heard someone clear their throat.  Some guy was actually studying in there!  I'm sure that he originally went to look for a book and got so lost in those rows that he never found his way out, and he's just stayed at that desk ever since.  But I felt horrible, he actually seemed really perturbed. 

But there's my embarrassing moment of the day (not counting my cell phone going off in class...).  I'm sure I'll never see that guy again, so no worries anyway.  Of course, now that I say that, we're going to end up having a class together and he's going to be stuck sitting next to me the whole quarter.  I'll probably hit him on the head with my purse when I walk in that first day, and then he'll say, "Oh man, it's the dancing girl from the library again.  Why in the world is it always me?"

I guess we'll see...