
So anyway…I went to the bookstore to go pick up the new book we were assigned to read for this upcoming week. I’m sick of procrastinating. So I resolved to getting this done EARLY this week. The assignment is due next wednesday at midnight. I wanna get it done early.
So I get to the book store to find that they are sold out! Aaaagghhh! You have got to be kidding me. No flippin’ way! I MUST have this book. It’s a very rare book about Merchant Muslims from the 18th century so I figured my only hope was the scary looking, gothic-mystiqueing, dungeon-feeling, Firestone Library. That place is HUGE!
So from the bookstore I jog to Firestone. If they were to have it they’d only have one. And I was afraid maybe one of my classmates was gonna beat me to it. So I jogged. Today was a beautiful Spring Day so as I was entering the building I noticed two hot Princeton honeys just chatting outside on the lawn. I hadn’t seen them before. I for sure I was gonna make two new friends out of them.
And the intense situation of many begun. Haha…I love it.
I was faced with the tough decision. I could a) meet them then and there, risking not getting the much needed book due to another classmate getting there before me. or b) I could go in and get the book, and hopefully on the way out the two girls would still be there.
You know me. What did I choose? I love girls. And I don’t like history. It seems like an easy choice. Obviously i’m gonna go talk to the girls…right?
Wrong. I wouldn’t be at Princeton if I had that mentality. I chose academics first. I sprinted for the Library doors and went in searching the catacombs of Firestone library for my book. I couldn’t find it anywhere. So I went and spoke with a librarian on the main floor. Her desk was right next to the window so I could see the girls were still out there chit-chattin’ away. Yes. There was still love in the air. I could feel the aroma. It smelt ike my mother’s christmas morning breakfast. Oh so delicious.
So anyway…I got to the Librarian’s desk and she was on the phone. I could have gone and spoken to other librarians but the angle I had to have. I had to make sure those girls didn’t take off. So I decided to wait till she was off the phone.
Haha…the funny thing is that she was in her own little dilemma. I could tell she was really flustered. Some dude on the other line was looking from some magazine…being a bozo not being able to find it….and just asking the librarian stupid quesitons. I could tell she was trying to finish things up. But the dude just wouldn’t let her off.
So not only am I in my own world of intensity. She is too. She wants to get off the phone with this bozo and attend to my needs. Furthermore, it was at this point that a dude walked up to the girls outside and started talking to them. This got me a little more nervous…perhaps they were gonna take off and walk together.
Aaaaaggggghhhhh! What was I to do?
Finally the lady got off the phone. I told her the book title. Badda bing badda boom. She couldn’t find it. I said no way, jose. It’s gotta be here. I said I’d check online the exact title of it. So I went to a local computer cluster and found the title. By the time I was done the librarian came over to me and said she found it. And it was already checked out. One of my classmates beat me to it. Darn them!
[the sound of defeat/doom goes here]
I was cooked. No book to do my assignment. So I sprinted outside to see if I could at least end the story on a good note. I had to find the girls!
But no. They were gone. Gone like a ray from an early morning Spring Sunshine. Gone. Gone. Gone. The book was checked out. And apparently the girls too were checked out.
I walked home with my head down….history bookless……and girl-less.
Moral of the story: Don’t worry about it. Those girls are probably hoochie mommas anyway.
Much love,
Mickey






