The library has no elevators

But it does have really creepy bathrooms. That's where I am now (the library, not the bathroom).  I'm supposed to be gathering research for a paper that's due on Tuesday, but I am being irresponsible instead.  And normally that's what I do--put off the paper until the night before, sometimes the morning of (I'm not proud of this).  But guess which class this paper is for? 
Reading the Graphic Novel.
The one I wrote about earlier.
The one in which I nearly failed (but actually passed, much to my surprise) the midterm.
Yup.
So instead of actually reading W.J.T. Mitchell's Iconology: Image, Text, Ideology, I am typing this and rereading the extensive graffiti on this desk.  I'm half tempted to add to it.  There are the usual names, and frats and sororities and "I love/<3 _____" but someone has written NOW HERE IS  NOWHERE, which I actually kind of like.  Then there's "Prosecutors will be violated," which also wins, in my opinion.  Someone else (or maybe the same person, I don't know) has written "Silence=Death" and "Death=Silence" which is certainly true in some cases.  It also reminds me of things that people would write in my junior high yearbooks, things like "Never change."  Back then, I thought it was so sweet of them to say that, but I have since come to realize that without change, there can be no life, so perhaps my classmates actually wanted me to die. 
Moral of the story: don't try to be productive before you have to be, and don't tell people not to change unless they are insufferable.  I can't in good conscience advocate the violation of prosecutors, however.

Or you could just go around me

The other night, I was carrying food from my room to the lobby floor of the building, so I decided I should take the elevator.  Didn't want to drop the enchiladas all over the stairs.  At the L level, the door slid open and suddenly two girls stood inches away from me.  I was standing against the wall so other people could walk past me into the elevator, but they just stood there in front of me.  They gave me the once-over/slight stink-eye combo ("How dare you be in the elevator when we want to go in?"), but eventually they realized I wasn't blocking the whole entrance. 
Behind them was a guy carrying laundry.  We didn't have a problem.