9 o’clock, bro! The other 9 o’clock. Get me with my cool friends, bro! Get me with my Hennessy-infused black water. Get me with my Hilary Duff CD, bro. Take a picture of me ripping out page 367 from my bio textbook and shooting it into the compost bin. Get me hugging the librarian. We have brunch sometimes. Hey, if you really want something good for your visual podcast or whatever you need to get a shot of me Naruto-running through the young adult section OK?
You know what–look, I took photography in high school and I can tell you from personal experience: if you just tilt your cam down by like a 10 degree notch I think you’ll end up with more of like the vibe you’re looking to portray. I really think you should get some snaps of me on my board. Yeah I know this is supposed to be a library shot- I can just skate in here. Follow me downstairs to the creative table. Sometimes I come here after the Jets lose or if I’m just feeling weepy. I made a sick zine once from telephone parts and recycled readings from a Motherhood & Mothering class here. It’s very important to be a feminist. Take a pic of me next to this Bell Hooks text. Feminism is for everybody, dude. You should know that.
When I’m not pumping up at the gym or reading feminist works I’m here, alone in a study group room. Sometimes I prop up my scarf and pencils to look like Sigmund Freud and I ask him: what would you do? Take a pic, bro. Now get out of here. My book club’s meeting in ten and I’m only halfway through The Color Purple.
