Monochromatic

Brie and cranberry french toast.

I got to bring home the library nook for the weekend. 

Grazie a Lura for unpacking my books. 

Nina’s for what ails you. (Taken with instagram)

Meet Amos. You can call him Pancho Villa if you like, I do. 

A beautiful friendship blossoms amidst the packing chaos. 

Hopefully. (Taken with instagram)

I love this state. (Taken with Instagram at DEN Concourse B)

There is exactly one good reason to be awake at this hour: leaving town. (Taken with Instagram at Minneapolis - St. Paul Int’l Airport (MSP) ✈)

Dear passive aggressive note leaver, 

I am not sure to respond with disdain or compassion, but all things (namely, my disposition) considered, I am going with disdain. 

First, you have no idea what you are dealing with. I might not be as good at the passive part of the note leaving, but I lived among the Swiss, I am no stranger to your tactics. 

Second, I do not care. If I had the wherewithal to care, I would also have to summon the motivation to do something. It is raining. Not going to happen. You have no idea how little I am paid. Also not going to happen. And that I am taking three classes, working, and generally care more about every other part of my life than I do the state of this building. Again, no. If you did not notice from my less than expert shoveling of the 84 inches of snow this winter (which I am sure you did, because you left a note in the snow), I am basically useless at anything that requires something you would find at a hardware store. Not. Going. To happen. 

I am also moving out in two weeks. The negative energy that this note brings into my life is instantly erased by the happy though of me in a non-smoking building where the only thing I have to be concerned about is myself.

Good riddance,

Alyssa

PS- If nothing else, I commend you on your use of grammar and punctuation. I am serious. That is a rare quality in a passive aggressive note. 

Taking an inventory in preparation for my impending move, I gathered up the books borrowed from various libraries.

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Sometime later:

The above photo sent me into a panic. I have now grouped the books by paper topic as well as due date and demand (I refuse, for example, to take back any book I started out as number 45 on the hold list for). Everything else goes back to the librar* tomorrow, and I am pronouncing a strict moratorium on random cookbooks, children’s books, novels with attractive covers, books about books, books about maps, or anything that should appear and beg me to take it home. 

Tonight, class met at a printing press. It. Was. Fantastic.