photographed in action. forever captured.

I can already see it, the fallout that will result from my own actions and endeavors to just be happy.

Yes, I stole a cup from the Caf, like I always do. I took some nice Herb Tea to go and set up shop in the library for the long haul. After being in the library for about 3 hours for the day already, I decided that I didn't care. Thief I may be, but I'm going to drink my tea. 

We apparently looked very studious and were asked to be photographed studying. I kept writing the same sentence over and over again because the focus level was down 500 points, and I needed to maintain my studious statuesque. Wasted time and ink. And then, the photographer asked to remove my Caf cup. "Rats, I've been caught!"

And now the salad lady is going to hunt me down. I'll never eat peanut butter, sunflower seeds, or olives ever again! You can watch this go down on the front of next year's CA book.

My studious fellow table comrade quickly hid her tin bowl of cereal that she had brought as sustenance for the camp out as soon as the photographer had approached. Had I not been consumed in my excellent paper about pseudoscience, mermaids, and a twist of Jung, I might have not-so-discreetly hidden my cup in the electrical plug outlet box in the floor...

So I sit here, with my free tea in one hand, and a bunch of nonsensical updates of self-muse in the other.

Photo credit: Cara Wilson