The girl who played with fire [on books] - tempting indeed

Recently I realised that I am, possibly, cursed by books.

We all feel that way sometimes, we have to study for tests, and we have to read about boring things, which is a pain. But this time, the curse went further for me.

So these days, I have to do some research for my class, and I paid a lovely visit to Koernor and Irving. I came out with a huge stack of them. It was so heavy that I had a back pain, this is curse #1.

Now I borrowed this one published in 1942, so it's quite ancient, and thus it smells ancient. And ancient books smells bad. I was flipping through it page by page as I read, and I simply could not avoid the terrible stench of rotten wood squirming out from the book. But there were 200 pages or so, I couldn't stop right away. I tried all sorts of methods. First I placed my nose against my detergent-smelling sleeves, no use, the smell penetrates through it!!! Then I breathe with my mouth, but a part of the smell goes through my nose still. Then I held a muffin under my nose, the mixture smelled worse. By the time I gave up, I became so disgusted by the smell that I was nauseated that I really felt like puking. So I ended up resting on bed for half an hour, which happened to be the best remedy.

This morning - well, this afternoon - I was awoken by the phone rings. When I woke up, the ring's melody told me that unless I pick it up within 10 seconds, or the call will be cut off. So I jumped out of my bed and attemped to "leap" over to the phone as fast as I could until I triped over the huge pile of books that I borrowed. Even worse, I landed on my forefront on the ground, and some how, the hit was transferred to my hips, now my already-big bottom is swelled while I have two red carpet-marks on my knees.

Oh - and great. I just got an e-mail from ubc saying that they're going to charge me $8 dollars for my overdue books from last term.

I seriously hate books now.