Studying Is Dangerous

At least on my campus it is. See, everyone's tweaking over finals, apparently. All not eating and not sleeping, as it were. [Random Interjection: Remember when Mariah Carey recorded that song, "Time of Your Life" but it was only for like ringtones offered through Pepsi? God, that song is amazing, but wtf it's only like :45 long. Boo on your life, Pepsi.] Anyway, it turns out that studying and all this non-eating non-sleeping business can lead to your body getting fucked nasty. Literally. The police found a sex offender living in our undergraduate library. I mean, really? They found out this dude had been living behind the movable shelves. Oh, wait. JK. He just had a blanket which is against 'library policy.' Regardless, dude had a three inch knife and a sex offender registration form on him when the librarians called the PoPo. I wonder why he had the form on him. Was he going to be all like, "Don't worry ma'am I'm a professional!" I mean honestly.

*Yes, that's our actual library. It's underground. Pwn.