A friend of mine is about to lose his mom to cancer. He made her this video: http://vimeo.com/90713243. In his words, "I didn't know how to say good bye so I asked the world to help me."

I hate one of my roommates so much. She is such a bitch. I cannot wait until this year is over!!!!!

I confess I hate how all of the people who live on upper campus take the bus. It was a great day to walk on Monday and I walked past the bus stop to see a bunch of people waiting in line for the bus. Learn to walk the hill people, it is really good exercise. The only ones that have an excuse is those in the plaza or farther

I love sexy girls who are tatted up. Like damn, be my freak and let's get weird.

I need to find a girl that likes to workout! #DreamGirl

I confess that I am beginning to find your stories less entertaining. Over the course of the year I have learned a hundred funny, gross, and crazy tidbits about your life. That one about your boyfriend who filled two bottles with his own pee while you were asleep instead of going to the bathroom had me crying I was laughing so hard. Or when you were screaming to your friend over the phone, complaining about your mom who left you stranded in the mall that day because you had gotten into a fight with her. Those stories however, are only mildly weird. On a number of occasions I’ve heard you talk about yours and other friend’s sex lives which are not in any way sexy to imagine. This afternoon was the final straw. It’s frustrating to just be doing homework with my door open and widow open, enjoying the nice weather and my music when your voice cuts through it all screaming about your vagina along with every swearword you know. I’m tired of hearing about your sexual practices, bodily functions, and family problems. You seem unaware of how far your voice carries down the hall when your door is open. I think you’d be surprised if you did. I’m not saying to stop discussing what you want with your friends; I’m just letting you know that often times your friends aren’t the only people who end up hearing your stories. Please be more self-aware in the future.

I think of my life as a story. I wonder what sort of tale i've fallen into. But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.

I feel like everyone I know is getting pregnant..