You lock yourself in on Sunday night. You've dreaded this (and put it off) all weekend---the inevitable four, five, six hours at the library. Of course, you would much rather sleep off the remainder of that dull, alcohol-induced headache you woke up with this morning, but who's going to finish your analysis of Italian Renaissance Art or cram three weeks of Chemistry labs into one night? Little do you know, however, that there are a few steps you can take to make the otherwise ominous library a bit more hospitable, perhaps even homey.

Let's start with the basics. Are you wearing your "library suit?" If you're dressed like a total schlub...baggy pants, comfy shoes (bonus points for slippers), and a ratty sweatshirt...you're right on track. Anyone who expects to study in tight jeans or a push-up bra is kidding themselves. After three hours of reading French Literature (or God forbid, Russian Literature), all you will be able to focus on is the giant indentation in your sternum or the fact that you can't even cross your legs in comfort. Sure, College Library may be the number one pick-up spot on campus, but even the best "shoppers" can spot a library fashion faux-pas.

So you've donned your library best. Now, make sure you get a BIG table and unload everything you own. That's right, you are basically bringing your bedroom to the library. This means your computer (because Facebook DEFINITELY counts as getting stuff done), your iPOD (once again, because you can't read about confidence intervals without Soulja Boy in the background), your cell phone (because you're not the only one who texts "I'm bored---SAVE ME" to your friends), and every power cord imaginable. Don't stop there. Bring a blanket, a pillow, and the aforementioned slippers. You never know when that dull ache will necessitate a twenty, ok ninety, minute lie-down.

Seasoned library-goers know how to push the limits. Those cute little cubes up in third floor silent study? The perfect place to pop open one (or four) of those ninety-five cent Smirnoff shots from Riley's. (Which would also mix wonderfully with the orange juice in the vending machine that accepts Campus Cash. Remind me again to thank my mom for tossing some cash on that.) The temporary bean bag chairs? Just BEGGING for a raucous make-out session. In most circumstances, this might gross people out around you. But honestly, what would they rather look at: Quantum Physics or sex?

To the lazy undergraduate and the law student who looks like he walked right off of a Brooks Brothers catalogue, the library is a necessary evil. But heed this advice--Whether you're a Steenbock, College, Memorial, or Wendt (God why?) person, one thing's for sure: everything's better with footie pajamas and spiked Tropicana.