Well, how shall I start this…
First off, everyone knows by now that I do an internet radio show every Sunday at 10:30 PM EST called The MT Ironstag Show. No, that was not my ONLY shameless plug for the evening, which shows how deep I can go.
Anyway, I ride my bike 6 miles everyday that I can (when it isn’t raining, too much homework, etc.) and I ride from my house down to the University and back. Well, due to me having an excess of homework tonight, David and I decided to postpone the radio show until Wednesday night. As the night went on, I began to feel the guilt of not doing the show bubble up in me so I decided to take my bike ride after I finished homework.
As I peddled through the bricked bikepath, the guilt approached me once again, but I tried my hardest to push it aside and enjoy the muggy, but decent evening.
I got to the University and walked around the Main Library. This aimless wandering is something I’ve grown accustomed to recently, and it’s rather enjoyable in the dead of summer with very little students around. So I walked into one of the corner study rooms and I rather enjoyed the sight. It made me log this location away for some film that will eventually need a location like this.
Trust me, my mobile picture doesn’t do it justice.
Anyway, as I was looking around the room, I spotted a white board. And a marker. This is when the guilt of not doing the show set in again. I knew what I had to do:
SHAMELESS PLUGGING OF COURSE!
It was at this point that I realized that there were several other study rooms, all over the 5th floor, so I conquered them as well:
After storming all of the 5th Floor study rooms, I realized the 4th Floor has them too…actually EVERY floor has them! But wait, I mustn’t get too cocky here. I’m not entirely sure if this is allowed or not. The UAPD will do anything just to arrest some punk kid, so I’d better tread lightly.
I slyly race to the elevator and punch the “4″ and ride down. I didn’t want to take the stairs, too noisey. This is Covert Ops, goddamnit.
The elevator doors hiss open (ok, they didn’t actually hiss open, but I’m writing this gonzo style and I’m allowed to stretch the truth a little) and I roll out, looking around for anyone. The floor looks empty. Silent. Waiting. I bolt to the same corner that the study rooms were on the 5th Floor and sure enough, they are in the same place on the 4th.
I dash in and do what I was trained to do.
It was at this point, I got a little too cocky. I dashed into the last room and as I was just finishing up the last board, I turn and look out the window. There, staring back at me, is some student or someone, walking down to the study rooms. Now, mind you, I am writing all this in the darkness of the room and only switch on the light to take these pictures, so at this point I get a little flustered and embarassed. I’ve already finished all the other rooms. I realize I must look like one of those creepy hobos that sneak into the library to masturbate. Well, I assure you that I am not, and I don’t wish to be viewed this way. So I flip on the light switch and act like I’m waiting for other students to arrive for study-time.
He eyes me, but then opens the door to another study room and walks in. Shit, I say under my breath, I’ve already done that room…what if he’s a library student worker? So I quickly grab my shit, pull out my camera for the last snapshot:
And I high-tailed it out of there. I stole their Expo, and I feel a little bad about that, but I wasn’t thinking. I think I’ll return tomorrow night and try and tag up the 3rd Floor and then return the Expo.
And there we are, the tale of how far I go to shamelessly plug.
