Unnecessary clothes, patchwork junky decorations, and your trusty guitar that you have yet to learn how to play. Pack it all in anyway.
A new school year has begun, and everything seems somehow different. Maybe it's just that I'm a year older, but things seem to have changed over the summer.
Drop/adding, waitlisting, scheduling, declaring your major. Don't dig yourself a hole too early by slacking on the 'simple' tasks.
I know I'm not the only guy who smells his pants before going out to a bar, but I still think it's pretty weird.
True story #2: My friend Joanna lost her ID, so she went up to a bouncer who wasn't busy and asked to buy an ID he had confiscated from someone else.
Text-Heavy celebrates its 100th issue by going on strike! Ten arduous demands must be met or issue 101 will never see the light of Internet.
The first three weeks of school are spent meeting people who you knew last year, but not very well. 'Casual Acquaintances', we'll call them.
Every girl has a boyfriend. No boy has a girlfriend. It doesn't make mathematical sense. Every damn weekend these "couples" are breaking up, getting back together.
Ok, guys, if you want to hook up with someone, here's what you gotta do: First off, meet them during the first week of school when you're really drunk.
I've been away from my nice warm bed for nearly a month now. Sure, this place called college is great and all, but I think I'm ready to go home.
How I ended up at night sitting on what may have been a couch or possibly a pile of dirty laundry drinking warm Old Milwaukees by myself is really quite a funny story.
Why let unused jokes go to waste when you can pile them up in one heap of column space? Presenting 'the best of the rest' jokes...