i showered yesterday.

i'm in the library, drinking tea and listening to endless mike and the beagle club whilst perusing blogs. i woke up a little late today and threw a sweater on over my sleep shirt that says "in tennis, love means zero". normally my disheveled self isn't a problem, i'm just considered "college" or "artsy" or even "too intelligent to be bothered with mundane tasks like dressing oneself properly" [i hope]. so, i'm sitting here looking "college", and a fellow collegiate sits down at the computer next to me. he signs onto his account, and takes a sniff. he glanced at me, breathed in a few more times, and logged out only to move to the next computer over.

i officially have a complex.