Good Morning, Chicago

Good morning! I hope you all had a restful night, unlike myself. As i sit in my bed, listening to the garbage truck sing its beautiful song, I recap my evening. Let me tell you, tonight was a fabulous time in the library writing a paper about communication theories and making countless flashcards full of anthropological terms. Some notes about the library/information commons; It offers phenomenal views of Lake Michigan sunrises, one of which I just witnessed. Also, those fake plants really do something to the place.

Ohh, ain't she a beauty!

Now, call me crazy BUT I really love finals week because of nights like tonight. If one heads to the library around 12:30am, the hustle and bustle of college students is in its prime. But come in and observe at about 2am, you will quickly see that the weaklings slowly mosey out of the library, leaving it a sanctuary for those kids who are seriously hardcore about their studies (joking. haaaaaaaa!) Also, 2am is the time for the anti-social crowd to come around. Well, I wouldn't necessarily say "anti-social" just perhaps those that like to work alone. All the time. Or with one friend. No group study parties here. Its just you, yourself, and the glorious knowledge that you must cram into your head for your exam in 5 hours.
See, personally, I like people, but I would just rather not be around them. As Charles Bukowski once said, "I don't hate people, I just feel better when they're not around." Yes! I couldn't have said it better. Being in the library at these ridiculous makes me feel as though I have a certain bond with those around me. When the library begins to empty out, a strange sense of comfort overcomes me. When the clock strikes 4am I just feel better knowing that I have something in common with the people still there; that we are incredibly terrible procrastinators but unbelievably talented in the fact that we can pull off writing a 10 page paper for a class the night before, well hell, a few hours before it's due.

We ARE the gem's of loyola. The diamonds in the rough. The greatest. We possess a quality that most people can only dream of having. We are the ones people ask "How did you do that?!" How, you ask? Because we're fucking awesome and we don't need sleep to be productive. (Oh, the irony!) Sleep is for the weak anyway, how do you think I've been up for the last 24 hours? I'm doing my best writing right now and I feel as though I can run a marathon. (Although I would probably die after the first mile. No, I'm being serious. I might literally die.) Well, my roommate keeps rolling around in her bed, so i guess that's my cue to leave. I'm probably typing too loudly or breathing to heavily or sitting the wrong way and I may have awoken the sleeping beauty. Goodnight, folks. Well, more like good morning, Chicago!