I'm being glared at

So I found a nook in the library which is amazing because literally it's like a madhouse in here. Dead week seriously turns people into conniving assholes who are willing to knock each other down just to get a seat with a wall plug for their computer in the library.

I'm not joking. I mean, I have to admit, I did run to the elevator and force the 17 people who were already in there to wait for me and then deal with my over-stuffed backpack being shoved into their abdomens, but I don't think it was too much to ask. But when I'm literally shoved out the doors onto the fourth floor and nearly get knocked down as the rest of the passengers rush past me, I get mad. But then I decide I should use that anger to my advantage, so I take off with the rest of the pack in what I like to call the "see who is aggressive and skilled enough to find an open seat with a wall plug" game. I was using all the classic moves. I darted between shelves to avoid the slower people in the pack. I used my intimate knowledge of the layout of the fourth floor to scope out the least commonly used seats. And then, like an angel descending from heaven, there it was: situated in a quiet nook with a breathtaking view of the Pacific off to my left and a convenient plug for my charger, was the perfect seat. I darted, I swerved, and alas, SUCCESS!

The only problem is that there is this glaring clock that keeps reminding me I have so little time to finish all the things I have to get done. But that's life I guess.

Also, what's the deal? Somehow I can take a lame-ass picture of this clock with my phone and use Bluetooth to send it wirelessly to my computer, but I can't picture message an amazingly hilarious picture to Marianne. Technology is so lame.

Also Marianne this is what I was trying to send you. Front page of the school paper. They lost their game against Berkeley. SO sad. Maybe I can console him?