Don't insult someone using their least favorite nickname if they knows yours in return.
What does it say of our society that it has me thinking I'm the fat one around here? What is that about? ... Anyway.
If you drop your underwear on the bathroom floor on the way out and the next and only person to go in there is your roommate? Go claim it as soon as possible. If you drop your underwear in the bathroom and a lot of people go in and out before anyone says anything, do not claim it. Just take the next opportunity you find to discretely drop it in the trash.
If you find a pair of earrings in the bathroom and their not yours or you roommate's and no one else that shares the bathroom with you claims them? Assume they were stolen. Or there's a phantom chick with missing a set of earrings using your bathroom.
If you forget your ID in your room, it is inevitable that when you go to retrieve it, it will be the only time when no one else is going in or out of the door you need your ID to get through. On the other hand, if you always have your ID on you, there will always be someone going or coming through that door and you will never actually need to use your ID to open the door.
Bo Burnham tweets: "Behold! Art!" to something creative he put together.
Everyone else replies: "Art is dead," and thinks they're the clever ones because that's one of his songs.
When you reduce yourself to literally staring at your screen and watching your Twitter feed instead of reading, you know you've reached a low point in the educational process. Good thing I got there early. Now I have the next 3 3/4 years to pick it up.
"You plus me is less than three (<3)
but me and you is less than 2
Because you've got me but I don't have you..."
I've worried all day that the part of my jeans where my thighs rub together is just going to rip open. Then I'll be in trouble.
I've tweeted and blogged more in the last 11 days since I've been here at college than I ever did when I actually had free time to Tweet and blog.
I guess I should probably actually read about the Rockefeller family now...
47/66 pages? That's 47 more pages than I thought I'd read, especially after I fell asleep on page 9...
... and I was so tired that I made it all the way to the Scramble Light before I realized I was headed for Burkhardt when I really needed to go to the Ball Building! -insert laugh track of random nerd groupies here-
Now it's time to explore the wonders of tribal art. Or at least the vocabulary associated with it.
Yorubaland. Yes. That is what my textbook said.
Well, that's enough of that for tonight.
Today I saw this guy and I immediately hated him because of his shirt. It basically looks like this picture on the right which, if you can't see it well, is a skinny girl and underneath is says, "YES," and on the right it's a fat girl and underneath it says, "NO." Well, this is the basic concept except the shirt I saw today said, "DEAL," under the skinny one and, "NO DEAL," under the fat one. And I was highly offended. I don't care if you only like skinny girls. That's fine. Some guys only dig big chicks, so it goes both ways. But you don't need to specify your preference on your shirt because, well, it just makes all the "fat" girls out there feel shitty. So congrats, dude. You're an asshole."It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday... Everybody's looking forward to the weekend." I know I'm looking forward to the weekend, Rebecca! There's no doubt about that. I'm headed home this weekend. Gonna do some laundry and celebrate my brother's 8th birthday. Bounce Planet, here I come!
Sweet dreams, my dear reader(s).
Kinsey
So since you are an artist, maybe you could make a shirt with two guys standing sideways. One has a big erection and the other has a tiny one and you can comment "deal" or "no Deal"?
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