"The library isn't his"

I really shouldn't be blogging right now.

BUT something absolutely hilarious and extremely blog-worthy just happened in the wonderful world of James B. Duke (aka the library).

Here's the low down:
Chellie(y), Sarabeth, Lyle and I are currently sitting at a table on the FIRST LEVEL of Hilary's "honey." It is common knowledge that the first level of JBD is strictly the social level. Sure, we all have intentions of studying. But, if you are really serious about getting work done, DON'T SIT ON THE FIRST LEVEL. Common sense people. So, moving on. Picture this: we are sitting at a table and behind us sits a generally disheveled looking boy in a plaid shirt. Looks like he hasn't bathed in quite some time. Let's call him, Marvin . Got your image? Ok. For the most part, we're studying and so is Marvin. But EVERYTIME we speak or make some noise louder than normal, little Marvypoo glares at us. And I mean intentional stares of disapproval until we stopped "disturbing" him. This goes on for some time. Chellie(y), SB, and I are FirstClass chatting, enjoying our time in the library as much as possible and ignoring Marvin's obnoxious staring. Until, at one point, the girl at the table directly behind him starts to talk to someone (see what I mean by social area of the library?). Marvin then decides to turn around and give THEM intentional, disapproving stares. We then, obviously, observe what is going on, chuckle at his reactions and, of course, I start laughing uncontrollably. This goes on for a few minutes until Marvin finally loses it. He SLAMS his books closed, packs his bag with vigorous intensity, and storms off with his panties all in a wad. Marvin is then spotted walking to the downstairs level of the lib.

Maybe he learned his lesson. We miss you, Marvin.