Sunday is library day.

I guess I'm sort of afraid of my school library. I don't feel comfortable with having to rush in between classes to pick a book I probably won't like anyway. I need time and farmiliarity to pick a decent novel. I'm used to my city library. I know where everything is and I know most of the librarians, even though they probably recognize me as the girl who always borrows four books every two sundays.

I really wish I had something more interesting to blog about but I'm sitting in my basement with no pants on hiding from the humidity. I bet you just loved that image. I have geometry homework that's due tomorrow that I'm planning on starting at lunch. Anyway, back to my library ramblings.

Today, I checked out Not As Crazy As I Seem by George Harrar, Things Left Unsaid by Stephanie Hemphill, The Key to the Golden Firebird by Maureen Johnson and Identical by Ellen Hopkins. I handed my card to the boy, who happens to go to my school and is the valedictorian. He scanned my card and then stared at the computer with a look of shock. "When was the last time you used this card?" I swallowed, already nervous. "Um, two weeks ago?" He blinked at me, looked at the screen and then began staring at me again. "And how long ago before that time?" I get extremely awkward when older males that I'm not used to start talking to me. "Two weeks before." He stood and went into the back room. I stayed where I was and shuffled from foot to foot while my friend fondled her own books.

He came back with an older librarian and she messed around with the computer for a few minutes. She mumbled things like "I hate this computer." "Stupid program.". She looked up to me and said "Your card doesn't seem to be registered in our software, you're going to have to fill out another application." So, I stood there and had to say and spell out all my information. I'm still confused as to why. Did they think that I had a fake library card? That I was going to steal the books or something? It just made me realize how invisible I must me be. It gives me a sort of peace. I can go unnoticed until I'm ready. That doesn't happen very often for me.

At school I almost feel compelled to be funny, vibrant, loud, upbeat. Most people want to be around me, want to hear what crazy stuff that spews from my mouth next. While others find me annoying. I'm okay with that. Opinions are opinions. Hayleyghoover's last blog post reassures my feelings about college. Once I'm out of this town, I will be looked at as a new, mysterious person. I can really be myself from the very get go. I can only hope that I'll know who I am by then.