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On the third floor of drew, next to my dorm there is an empty room. Last night I heard a guy and a girl giggling in there for awhile, which I thought was pretty funny, but it just kept getting better. By 3am I heard moaning, for quite some time but only from the guy…and that was the only moaning I heard all night. Clearly someone needs to learn how to please a lady hahaha. I laughed myself to sleep.
Madeline Stauber is the Jennifer Lawrence of Hamline. Seriously.
I just wanted to say, I love all of you
I've been feeling pretty decent for a few weeks but today (2/6) I just lost it. I felt so powerless and alone and did some things I'm not proud of. I don't want any help, I just wanted to vent.
One time I had a dream I was having sex with a girl in a hotel room in one bed, and a certain choir director was in the other bed watching.
So are we going to talk about Hamline's idea of celebrating Black History Month by making like every stereotypical "Black person food?" Because I mean that's some racist shit people.
Cool, dickbag. Those weren't even my yogurts, you ass, they were ******'s, so way to go. I don't even give a fuck about the magnets. And EXCUSE ME, at least I make it to my fucking bed every night--how many times have we had to scrape you off the bathroom floor? Please, let me know when you've found a replacement--I'll even help you move your cheap ass shit out.
For weeks now I've been thinking about how Hamline makes there stuff- chapsticks, etc for their students. But, my main thought has been does Hamline do the same with their jockstraps too? Ya know...to protect those "little Pipers"?!