Just another thought on the saga of Panda-opoly: They actually hire a person whose sole job is to shout the names of needed food through the intercom. When you can squeeze 15 people behind a Chinese food counter, you know you own the world.
Dear sick people, I’m sorry you’re sick. But if you are so sick that you can’t inhale without sniffling, and you can’t exhale without sighing loudly (HAAAHH) or coughing, then please, don’t come sit right next to me in the library. Maybe you could find a nice deserted corner where you and your germs can party together in peace.
I think that CSU should improve student-squirrel relations by hiring Patrick Warburton to teach a course on speaking squirrel. “Squeaker squeak-squeakin.” Which translates to: “Have you seen my acorn?”
I just wanted to say thank you to the anonymous do-gooder who turned in my cell phone to the LSC lost and found. The world needs more people like you. Thank you very, very much.