A few things:

1) They have been selling bras and underwear in big plastic bins all week outside of the bookstore. So if you just have to have that leopard print thong that's at the bottom, you must first paw your way through an entire mound of unmentionables in order to nab it.

Discount if you mix and match.

2) I have come to find these so-called "study lounges" on campus to be places of particularly highly-concentrated misery, especially during winter quarter, and a total antithesis to the definition of the word "lounge." You walk in and it's a bunch of people hunched over their books or laptops, bloodshot eyes from teeny-tiny print and sucking down coffee like it's water, and about every fourth chair is occupied by some poor, sleeping student with his head slung back and perched at an awkward angle upon his neck and his mouth wide open just waiting for some spider to crawl in and die and on its way down have all eight of its little legs break off in said guy's esophagus.

More lounging and much less miserableness ought to occur in these places.

3) Today I saw a bus take out one of these things:
Just a big crack and then there it was, splintered wood on the ground and a fear-stricken bus driver.

It was a great moment.