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why i hate libraries.

i’m sitting in a library studying for my environment and culture exam an hour before it starts (except i’m not really studying, i’m watching x factor and writing blogposts).

i took off my rings and accidentally dropped them on my desk and this old (like, so old i have no idea what he’s doing here) man sitting across from me leaned away from his computer just to visibly glare at me and make a point of it.

then i started to smell the wretched odour of feet and at first i was worried it was me.

however, upon further investigation (i.e. looking under the table) i came to realize this old man had taken off his shoes and was perfectly alright with exposing his foul odour to the world.

was this some sort of strange form of revenge?

i don’t know, but he’s rude.

i hate libraries.

thank God my laptop’s fixed and ready to pick up.


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