I stalk my professors on Facebook.

I have really bad anxiety at times. At the dance I somehow got pushed into the center of the crowd then pinned against the wall by a mob. I nearly had a panic attack and shoved my way out of there as fast as I could.

I find Funfetti cake to be neither fun nor delicious. In fact, it is my least favorite kind of cake.

I'm a college sophomore, and I don't know what turnt means.

My social work roommate tried to explain to me that she could tell I had endured traumatic childhood experiences by the patterns of my urination...I completely believed her. The embarrassment was probably more traumatic than anything in my childhood. Isn't that against social work ethics or something?? QUIT ANALYZING MY LYFE

I'm tired of people continually complaining about the Bon. We try our hardest, okay? And treating us like dirt and saying our food sucks tends to hurt. We eat the food too you know. We take every suggestion and request into consideration, so there's no need to use harsh language. Please, you don't have to dive into a huge conversation or whatever. A simple smile, thank you, or have a nice day would make our jobs a little brighter.

I just wanna go to a party. One where I can just drink the night away..is that too much to ask for?

I'm surprised that so far only one guy here has consistently held the door open for girls.


And honey, he gay.