grunting is not acceptable in the library.

I spent a fair amount of time in the library this morning, working on my World Religions term paper (which is due the Tuesday after Spring Break, but that’s a rant for another time.) When it comes to spending time in there studying, I’m a creature of habit. Our library offers tons of striking views of the Hudson River and campus, but those spots are way too distracting for me. I choose to sit in the ground floor in the back of the building, in a study desk right next to the electrical closet. I’ve sat there during every library trip since sophomore year, and I don’t plan on moving my study spot in the next 80-something days before graduation.

That was until I met the person I will now refer to as Grunting Anime Guy (GAG for short.) I first encountered him last week when I was going to my usual spot to work on my paper. He seemed harmless enough; laptop, headphones, notebook, etc. It wasn’t until about an hour into my work session that I heard the grunting and the humming. There was no one else around so I knew he was the culprit. His guttural sounds are eventually replaced by laughter and occasional shouts of “Stop that! Oh no!”

At first, I thought he might have been on the phone, one of my biggest library pet peeves, but as I peered around my desk to see him, I saw an anime cartoon fill his computer screen. I admit I know nothing about anime except that it’s some sort of glorified cartoon from Japan, but I’m sure there’s a time and place for it outside of the library on a Saturday morning. I tried to drown out GAG with my iPod, but that led to even more distraction. I packed up my things and left, shooting GAG a dirty look on the way out, but he was too enraptured with his cartoons to notice.

After an envigorating trip to the gym this morning, (14 days to bikini body!) I went to the library. Who do I spy as I turn the corner to the back part of the library? GAG, his setup now featuring colored pencils and a sketch book. My immediate instinct is to leave and sit somewhere else, but I refuse to let GAG ruin my time at the library. I busy myself with my reading and note-taking, but about an hour into my work, I hear the sound of a pencil being sharpened. It’s actually many pencils being sharpened, because the sound continues for what seems like 10 minutes.  GAG kept the grunting and exclamatory statements to a minimum today, but was a nuisance nonetheless. I could only stay for two hours, and I made sure to drop another unnoticed dirty look on my way out.

I’m sure GAG is a perfectly nice person, albeit one with questionable choice in TV shows, but he really needs to learn that the library is a place for quiet work, not giddy reactions to Pokemon.

rant & rave of the day 1/15/09

So now that I’m an established blogger, (2 days!) I’ve decided to start my first daily feature. Here is “Rant & Rave of the Day,” a place where I get to highlight something I love and something I don’t love each day.

Rant: The music they play at my gym. I understand that background music is sometimes necessary, but about 90% of the gym’s patrons bring their own form of music, whether it’s an iPod or a one of its ancient predecessors. (I saw a lady at the gym wearing a fanny pack once, in which she was storing her Walkman.) The major problems I have with my gym’s music are a) it’s wayyyy too loud, and b) the music selection is horrible. I have to turn my own workout music of choice (gotta love Circus) up so loud that my eardrums ache just to drown out the worst selection of Top 40 music. I go to the gym around the same time each day, and within that two hour window, I can guarantee that I’ll hear Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” and Wyclef’s “Sweetest Girl” competing with the music on my iPod. It’s like my gym has one CD that they start at the same time each day, so by the time I come in at 9:30, it’s Katy Perry time. The amount of Mariah Carey they play is nauseating; I think the only person who would want to work out to Mariah Carey music is Nick Cannon.

I’m glad today was my last day at my home gym. The next time I work out will be at my school’s gym, where the music in the weight room is far enough away that I can listen to “Womanizer” at a tolerable volume while I’m on the elliptical.

Rave: Lisa Frank

Any girl who grew up in the 90’s must remember the bright, cheery designs of Lisa Frank. Her fluorescent animals adorned backpacks, notebooks, stickers and many other things that I deemed essential when I was in elementary school. I remember my Trapper Keeper in 4th grade was Lisa Frank, decorated with two golden retriever puppies sitting in a sandcastle. I was talking with one of my friends recently about Lisa Frank, and all we could remember about her designs was how bright and obnoxious they were. We might laugh at it now, but back in the day, having a folder with two bunnies dressed in tutus was a guaranteed way to make the other girls in your class jealous.