Am I the only one that worries about a squirrel flu outbreak?
I find it completely necessary to have a dance celebration when I find a parking space within a block of my dorm.
When I’m a pedestrian, I hate the cars that don’t stop, but when I’m in my car, I hate the pedestrians. Does that make me a hypocrite?
Being hungover 100 percent affects my plans to be productive.
Does anyone else feel like they’re part of some museum exhibit when they see a tour go by? “Look. A real live college student.”
I’d like to congratulate the kid in my anthropology class for the epic fail he had in trying to start the “slow clap” after the movie we watched was over. Go you.