/lit/ - Literature

I go to Harvard and every day I wake up and slide my windows shut, pick up my pillow, and start screaming into it as loud as possible. This immediately wakes my roommate up, because I'm using him as a pillow. I then proceed to put on my bathrobe, and I leave our dorm (Weld, named after the Weld family you faggots) and I go to my first class. It's this seminar with the biggest fraud ever, aka Ned Hall in the philosophy department. I sit there thinking about how great it's going to be to jerk off when I get back to my room, and when the urges subside I decide that it'd be best if I just went straight to the library instead. I go through the back of Widener so I can use the handicap restroom on the basement floor.

I then take the elevator up to third floor, and slowly groove my way down the judaica corridor (the long way) to the north part of the library, where the stairs for the 2nd floor are. I then sit in the reading room with my laptop and stare inanely at my laptop for several hours before my next class. I do nothing this entire time. Mostly, I am asleep.