It is official. I am old.

I have to confess, I do not now and never have understood why girls get dressed up to visit the library. Don't get me wrong, I am quite the fan of dressing up when the occasion calls for it (as long as it is calling for Harry Potter). Is it perhaps easier to concentrate in a miniskirt? Do UGG boots help you find that one journal you need? If you let everyone know that you are a hipster and like to listen to such as the 'Death Cab For Cutie' or a 'Broken Social Scene', will the secrets of semiotics reveal themselves?

Other girls in the library queue this morning: skinny jeans, those flat shoe things, big lame belts, two-tone hair, vanity glasses.

Me in the library this morning: hair made of 90% gay, yesterday's makeup (mostly), jeans I have owned for five years and which are only held together by force of will (theirs), odd socks (clean), glasses (90% useless), a tshirt which has never belonged to me (not so clean), bag which is only held together by force of will (god's).

The library is for many things, including: working; sleeping; giving you epilepsy-inducing fines (and related shouting-ats). It is not for: posing; discussing your workload in a whiny voice; adjusting your jeans (which you have inexplicably tucked into your boots).

What I am saying is that the Hallward library is not MySpace.