All things must come to an end...

Well, it's my last day in the school library for gym class. The book fair has moved on, and the silver dome has disappeared just as mysteriously as it came. All that's left is a forgotton poster outside the library doors, advertising "Cool stuff" and "Hot picks". It's almost kind of sad, really. No, not the fact that the book fair is gone or that I never figured out what the dome was for, but the fact that without these ridiculous library-promotions, I have nothing to say. As silly as they were, they gave me an outlet for pent up sarcasm, something to scoff at. I need something to scoff at. I can't handle taking everything seriously and respecting it. I just don't have it in me.


Oh, book fair! For all of the cynicism I hurled in your direction, I really enjoyed the time we had together. You would stand, with your flashy merchandise and cardboard signs, drawing freshman lit. classes in with your promise of all things "cool", and I would sit, at the computer three feet away with legs crossed and eyes rolling, and watch. Book fair, I never really thought that I would miss you. In fact, at first I wished that you had never come. Now, though, that your mobile shelves and carts of useless trinkets have made their way to another south suburban library somewhere, I kind of miss your presence...

I suppose that's it. This marks the end of my library phase. Sure, I'll post again, but it just won't be the same. I will be at home, on my own time, and I won't get to feel like a badass for blogging instead of researching ice skating (as per my gym teacher's instructions). So with regards from the library, That is all.