It just seems like there is nobody at Hamline who is my type. I want someone who is also bisexual, is a cis-gendered male but willing to discuss Grey's Anatomy fan fiction at length, someone who can't cook but is willing to press start on the microwave for me, someone who inadequate facial hair and questionable bedroom kinks, someone not afraid to stand on Old Main lawn and shout "I am conservative and I am proud", someone who is just as much of a Rick Santorum fangirl as I am, someone who knows at the words to the 1978 hit Don't Cry Out Loud by Melissa Manchester, and honestly, someone who judges me so I know how to improve myself. Is that so much to ask?

Ever since I came to Hamline, I get invited to more shitty musical acts than I ever have before. I feel bad about constantly not attending any of them but I am not paying ten dollars for my ears to bleed.

It seems like, to me, a vagina—as a man—would be more desirable than a man's anus. That's just me. I'm just thinking: There's more there! She's got more to offer. I mean, come on, dudes! You know what I'm saying? But hey, sin: It's not logical, my man. It's just not logical. The Bible clearly states this.

It's interesting how people at Hamline will attack people for having controversial views. I don't think that gays shouldn't have rights, but I also don't think people who disagree with gay marriage should be ostracized. Just because you disagree with what someone thinks doesn't mean that person is an awful human being.

I don't believe in gay marriage at all. But obviously can't voice this out loud at this school. Liberals are so biased

I don't like Christmas anymore. It's just yet another overly-commercialized holiday.

I had my first pap smear today and I'm ashamed to admit that I got physical pleasure from it. My doctor was a cutie and she slid the speculum in so nice and slow.

When are final grades released?