Longing for a 143

On Friday I set out with a mission.  I was going to find somewhere that I could sit and study.

At Wartburg, my favorite places to study in order are as follows:
SC143
SC141
second-floor outside of those gen chem labs (only for writing papers)
that computer lab I found in WBC
that awkward table in the FAC upstairs
third-floor right next to the window
the classroom directly below SC141 (only if you have a study-maze)
the weird library tables you can see into from first floor but are really below that
my desk

If you can't tell, I would really prefer to study in a classroom alone than at my desk.  In 143, if you sit by the window the sun will shine in and it's really warm and there's room to dance when you need to take a break.  (145 also has room, but it's really an awful room with its desks for miniature people)

So I knew that I wasn't going to be able to fit into the library, so I thought it would be fun to go searching for maybe a study room, or an unlocked classroom in the building that I have most of my classes in.  All the classrooms I tried were locked.  I went up to the fourth floor, and I'm pretty sure that I am not allowed to be up there.  It was really disappointing, actually.  I was hoping to find a 143 here so at least studying would maybe feel like home.  It doesn't.  If I have to sit at my desk to study, I might as well just never leave my room.

I went outside then, and I sat at an outside table at the pub and I waited for the waiter-man to bring me an Orangina.  I spilled it on my legal pad, but I ain't even mad.  It's not worth it.  I got quite a few pages of work transferred and I sat there for probably an hour and a half on my 3,50 euros so I'll take it.

I went home then I think.  Yeah, and probably ate some lunch.

Then I went to the bank to put more money in my account so I can pay my electricity for September in the next couple weeks.  And whatever else comes out of that account.  That's pretty much it, I think, except that insurance, but that was one time.

I went to the park again so that I could read some stuff for Anthropology.  It was super boring.  And all these people were there just having a super chill time on their Friday afternoons with their buds and their children.  There was this one guy who was stretching for a run, but someone's little girl really wanted him to play so she kept running around him and pulling on his arms.  He was all like "go back to your mother" but she was all "nah" and it was actually pretty cute.  He eventually left for his run.

I went back home then.  I didn't get quite 10000 steps, so I paced my apartment while my pasta was boiling to make up the last thousand.  I bet the people below me really like that.  They probably like all the country music I play too.  What a good life for them.  Oh and when I was coughing all night ever night for over a week.  Oh yeah, that's fun.

I also painted my toenails.  Cuz that's how much fun I am.