when my mom went to BYU, 'it' was the first floor (i believe). you know, the place in the library where you go to meet people. you want to ask a girl out, flirt, or just plain get to know them?? the first floor was your spot, baby. years later, when asked people would say it's the fifth floor. that is THE spot. well, the second floor was feeling a bit left out, it wanted a piece of the action. don't worry second floor, your day has come:
author's note: becki would like you to know that she does not condone this type of behavior. she believes that the library is strictly for studying or playing small jokes with old friends. she believes that if you want to meet new people you should go to the closest ward social. she keeps her headphones in at all times making her harder to approach. when people try anyways, she keeps her answers short and turns her music up louder.
3 comments:
I like you! UR Funny!
Psh, I am making my home in the periodicals now. That is where all the fun is at. Fifth floor has totally lost all its flavor, and the fourth just isn't doing it for me.
I just don't go to the library. Oops!
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