To the girl who almost broke her neck turning around to quiet us down in the

library, the reason we couldn’t shut up is because the guy you were sitting

with was using all ten fingers to pick his nose for an hour, straight!

To the guy who climbs trees in City Park and incessantly chews on coffee

stirrers during class: I am so in love with you!

Dear Boys: What’s with the hatred towards Uggs? We’ve been tolerating your

Teva’s since August. At least we’ll have warm feet. And the scruff is okay

with some people. With love, the Ladies.

To the cute girl with the unusual name at the concert last night for music

appreciation class: we should hang out. Want to teach me guitar?

Is Britney Spears new CD called Blackout because that’s what she does every

weekend?

I’ve made it to all my classes this week…we should have daylight savings

every weekend!

Dear Ladies: It’s not just the boys who have a problem with Uggs … and your feet may be warm, but it stops there since the mini skirts serve no purpose for the warmth of the legs in the winter. Love, The Rest of the Ladies.

Did anyone else notice the irony of the “CSU Celebrates a Month of Diversity” headline on the front page and the intolerant “God Bless America: the only country that matters” editorial being in the same newspaper?

What? Beer pong on the plaza? I suggest we start doing that every Friday from now on.

To the person that stole my bright blue bike from Old Town Thursday night: thanks, I really enjoyed my five-mile walk home by myself.

Why is it I can never find time to write my 10-page paper, but always have time for Tila Tequila?

Dear guys who wear their pants halfway down their butt: Are you trying to show off your boxers or does your belt buckle rub you in a special way as you walk?