To the people who don't wear shoes on campus: I HATE YOU ALL. It's one thing to be bare foot at your own home, but in public it is not only disgusting but insulting. The last thing I want to see is your nasty ungroomed feet strolling around on the quad or in the stall next to me in the bathroom. It's appalling. Buy some frickin shoes!

There's only one thing I hate more than lying: skim milk. Which is water that's lying about being milk.

Fishing relaxes me. It's like yoga, except I still get to kill something.

I am totally in love with the guy with the curly hair who works at the ARC. I have only met him a few times, but I know he's the one for me. I think that at during our next ARC session, I am going to ask him to marry me. He's graduating in the spring, and I want to marry him before it's too late.

I wish I was taller that way I could date all the girls that want a guy taller than them.

Now matter how hard I try, and no matter how many friends I seem to make here, I still feel like I don't belong here...

I think that that tall volleyball player is so hot

I wish someone would write a confession about me.