Disorient/Dejected
They had a separate orientation for people in the dorms (a non-stop 7-day party) and a those who live off-campus (we had lukewarm coffee). This place is like Nazi Germany.
They had a separate orientation for people in the dorms (a non-stop 7-day party) and a those who live off-campus (we had lukewarm coffee). This place is like Nazi Germany.
Last Saturday night, it finally happened. People ran out of money. Last weekend we had no alcohol, no drugs, no women.
Brush up on everything from invitations and keg-buying to music and mood lighting. Just try to keep the blacklight away from the jizz stains.
I have 'Class Friends'. These are friends I met in class, and the only thing we have in common is that we're in the same class together.
You haven't heard loud music until you've spent a night in the dorms. One guy will be playing acid techno really loud with his door open, driving everyone crazy.
For every great article about "Friend Hookers," there are dozens of articles that don't "make the cut." I have compiled a list of several such articles to illustrate my point.
I don't know why I even have a phone. Nobody ever calls me. Now all they use is Instant Messenger, which, when you think about it, is really a step down from phones.
One of my many pet peeves, along with useless small dogs and useless large dogs, is the unfortunate tendency people have to be late.
Without you, I wouldn't get nearly the volume of emails I receive every day informing me of how insanely funny I'm not. Thanks, and Happy Thanksgiving.
Ah, Canadian Thanksgiving. A long, carefree weekend where everyone I know goes home to see their family and have them do their laundry.
Remember when cubbyholes beat backpacks? When video games were beatable? When this column reminisced? No? Then start reading.
Ever look at a cashier and think: "I could do what she's doing ten times faster and more efficiently" and then think, "Why would I want to?"