The red room of pain ain't got nothing on my bedroom.

To the bitchy girls that lived below us last year, No, your car was not "freaking out." We just had your cars key fob all year and we loved to mess with you and make you think your car was out to get you. You also taught us that even if the panic alarm is going off, you can still get in your car and drive off with its horn blasting. But, I guess that's what you get for calling the cops on our party. Think twice about who you call the cops on next time.

People need to not be idiots. If you're saying cops are assholes then don't come crying when you need them. If you're dumb enough to break the law, then you can expect getting caught. They have the right to stop you at any time and can search any property of yours until you tell them no.

While traveling, I met two gorgeous gentlemen; I remember the first's name (Chad from Sigma Chi) but it's the other one that I still want to know about... someone from PIKE. Help me out! :)

EVERYBODY LOVE EVERYBODY.

Just because I'm stuck working a customer service job, why does that mean you get to treat me like shit. Even people who have classes with me treats like a lesser person. Stop treating customer service employees like shit. Some of us are stuck working because we don't have out mommies and daddies paying for our school and don't qualify for student loans. Stop being dicks

So I got lied to and stood up on a date last night by a guy who hates reptiles. There isn't much keeping me from getting a few garter snakes gathered up and "accidentally" dropping them by his fraternity. Cheers, fucker.

Corrine, if I knew you would get prettier I would have dated you at BHS