I live for treat tuesday... without it, my life is utterly meaningless.

I was planning on going to shalom tonight, but while talking to my roommate I decided I shouldn't go. You might ask why. well I am here to tell you that when I go to shalom I feel like I should sit criss cross as if I am meditating and say BUUUUUDDDDHAAA!

Throughout my years at Fox and my journey in understanding my faith, I've come to the conclusion that I no longer consider myself a Christian. I am both saddened by this, and relieved because the long process of deconversion is finally starting to end.

I stand in front of the mirror after a shower and stare at my body. The only question that ever comes to mind is how men (and boys) consider it an object of lust. Sometimes even worth killing for... It is just fluid wrapped in a layer of fat and hair. Nothing more. What is the thinking behind it?

Dear person who keeps revving their engines loudly around midnight near HMS,

If you don't stop, I will hunt you down and run you over with my freaking car.

Sincerely,
A pissed off and exhausted student with morning classes

I'm so tired of hearing all the stories about people who got to go home for the long weekend. Yeah I know you're lucky to be able to spend time with your family and go to your home church on one of the most important holidays. It kills me to have been stuck here alone all weekend and to drag my sorry self to church alone. Thanks for rubbing it in. Sucks to live so far away. I know. It's my fault for choosing Fox.

I learned that there is a bird called a Titmouse. Yeah...my problems aren't really problems anymore.

All my pretzels are burnt and nasty... yet I still eat them, and after each one I wonder why I'm still eating them.... what's wrong with me?! Oh right, I have no money #collegeprobs #emptyfridge #burntpretzelsfordayzzz