Sometimes I can be a total asshole. I hate it.

I hate the fact that every single public TV, even the ones in the Davies Center is ALWAYS turned to one of the infinitely unnecessary ESPN channels. At least the piano played on the second floor is relief from the sports crap.

(11/7/13) To the Grant that came into Caribou on Hastings: I wanted to write my number on your cup because you were damn attractive but I didnt have the confidence too.

So last night 11/6 I was outside smoking a cigarette at the Horan smoking table when a policewoman showed up. She accused the people sitting there of smoking weed. I for sure hadn’t used, and consented to let her search me just so she would shut up and quit trying to get me to falsely admit to something I didn’t do. I was let go shortly after. Anyways, to whoever called the police on the people out there: really, that was just pathetic of you. What you did was nothing more than taddling like a four year old because all of us were innocent. No one had weapons, no one was harassing, hurting, or harming anyone else there. No one was so drunk that they needed to be attended to for medical purposes. Seriously get a life and stop taddling for something that people choose to do at their own will. This isn’t a threat, it’s just a message to let whoever called the cops that they need to focus on things that matter more.

I walked past my ex today. He smiled at me and said hello. And it gave me that same rush I used to feel. I still love him.

I'm sorry, but if you can eat 5 meals a day and not gain weight, and you don't workout, I hate you.

I confess that I really miss having a guy to cuddle with when sleeping.

If I'm sitting in the Harry Potter spot (under the stairs in Davies) by myself, and you have the urge to come in to cuddle with the bean bags, please do. I feel bad taking up this spot by myself everyday. Anyone is welcome to join in the awesome comfie-ness.