I hate profs who give out homework over long breaks. Like do you not know what a break is? Do you want me to show you on your neck.

An actual confession: I kind of like the cafe food.

I try and act like money doesn't matter, that I don't need or want a lot of it, but in reality I be like...

I sat in the caf last night by myself, and I listened for laughter. I igorned everything else and picked out the laughter coming from all different directions. If you've laughed today, considered yourself blessed to be happy for just one moment; life is too short.

P.S. Listening for those goofy laughs is pretty entertaining too!

You wanna wear yoga pants? Good for you. You wanna wear sweat pants? Go for it. You wanna wear pajama pants? Cool. You wanna wear jeans? Great. You wanna wear your hair in a messy bun? Okay. Why the fuck should I give a shit what other people do with their lives if they're not harming me.

This whole meeting new guys in college thing is not working out... I'm so shy and I just want a nice guy who is mildly attractive that knows what he's doing in bed and won't cheat on me.

Every once in a while I do a panty raid in the laundry room of Murray.

I get laid quite a bit, maybe more than I should. My greatest asset is my friends. I am fortunate enough to have a ton of good ones. But overall, I am unhappy with my life and regret going to college for only ONE reason: financial debt.