Places With Books.

So. As I sit here in this library, rehearsing the act of 'studious collegiate', I can't help but notice something.

The volume level is quiet, about a 2 on a 1-10 scale.

Now, this can be expected from a library. People come here to study, they need quiet for focus. I get that. But as I sit here, reveling in near silence, I come upon a profound realization.

All places with books are quiet. Not just libraries.

Barnes & Noble for instance, nobody needs to focus there. One goes to B & N with a direct goal to find a book, or just to wander around aimlessly and kill time either alone or with someone else [and with someone else, its usually someone they don't know very well- books are great for stimulating hushed conversation]. However, despite the lack of importance being in a bookstore holds- it is nearly silent in there. Perhaps due to a lack of people, or due to the mood that books can set: an intellectual reflective mood. Lets be honest, when one is seen holding a book- they instantly look smarter. Unless you are holding Captain Underpants. Or Twilight.

People are even relatively tranquil and hushed in a Half Price Books.

We are respectful of even the bargain bookstores, selling tattered and torn goods.

Which is strange because: people are respectful in a Target, but in a Big Lots- I don't think so.

Perhaps the quiet respect we have being in the presence of books is our thanks to them for making us look and seem smarter.

Be it by improving our aesthetics or the gifting us with knowledge.

Moral:

Thanks Books!

Love,

Jordana

P.S. But the real question remains: Why do books promote the need for hot drinks, such a tea or coffee? When was the last time you saw a bookstore without a Starbucks, or a Library without some sort of coffee bar?

Perhaps a cup of coffee is the cherry on top of an intellectual facade.

I'm not gross. I swear.

I am in college. I live in a dorm. I make use of a community bathroom.

...And don't just get the idea that this post is going to be about bathroom humor, and potty jokes.

Because it's not. I'm above that.

However, if you would judge me for blogging about bathrooms, and bathroom etiquette...

Go back to Facebook. Now.

Moving forward, in the stalls, above each toilet is a sign which reads 'PLEASE FLUSH'.

I, at 18 years old understand the importance for flushing a toilet. Therefore I can understand why those who maintain the bathrooms would post such a sign. But. We are in college now. We don't need to be yelled at via sign to remind us of a habit we [hopefully] have been putting into practice since we were potty trained.

I sit on the high horse of understanding my obligations to the community bathroom until I see that someone has forgotten to flush.

Really? We are in college now. Remember to flush a fucking toilet.

The thing is, is that when one sees an unflushed toilet, they tend to avoid that particular stall.

One will leave the toilet unflushed, causing bathroom maintenance to lose faith in those who are smart enough to be accepted into college- only because of their mere inability to fulfill a lifelong responsibility.

Another rant. I know. Sorry if it was gross, or distasteful.

Perhaps next time I will have something more relevant to say.

Perhaps not.

-Jordana

A Catharsis of Sorts.

Honestly, I have just made this blog.

And I am unaware as to what I would like to write first...

I was trying to think of something poignant and charming to write, but I find that those kind of ideas are almost always organic- or nearly impossible for me to come up with.

....at least for right now.

I guess I will address my reasoning in creating an online journal, because my intentions were not for You, who is actually reading this, but more so for myself and my reversion back to my childhood.

Perhaps, if you are anything like me, you once had a Xanga. Now, I realize that Xanga has been replaced by more direct methods of internet 'expression' [i.e. Facebook, Twitter]. But back when Xanga was the lone wolf of teenage internet indulgences- I was obsessed. Posting entries everyday, about the incredibly interesting, life-changing events of my middle-school years. Including, but not limited to: what I had for lunch. Or vaguely suggesting fights with friends, or situations with boys- without actually saying anything incriminating about anyone in particular.

Well, I am slightly more grown-up now. And as much as I enjoyed blogging back then, I believe my years and experience will only heighten my level of enjoyment of blogging now. Whilst also taking part in a jovially innocent adolescent pass-time of mine.

Granted I will try my best to be interesting and relevant. And not just ramble.

Like I did just now.

-Jordana