Lately, my love for Akon has been growing . . . to the point where it's actually embarassing.

A little part of me dies inside every time I find out that an unattractive (and altogether unappealing!) person is having more sex than I am.

We had this masterpiece of a blizzard all weekend: snow piling up on Friday night, even more on Saturday night, an even falling of flakes all day on Sunday. Because of this, there was a lot of downtime at work. On Sunday a bunch of us went out for drinks between shifts (we've started jokingly calling them "cocktails" even if it's just beer), and ( Read more... )

I have always had food issues. I will always have food issues. I've accepted the fact that I will never look at my body without thinking, "I hate this." For the most part, I can keep the fucked-up behaviors to a minimum. I will always want to starve myself, but wanting to starve myself doesn't mean that I have to starve myself ( Read more... )

At first, I couldn't stand Britney Spears. I was sixteen, but my celebrity idols were Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly, who stood for everything Britney never could. They were Europe, ballet, ballgowns and royalty, and Britney -- well, Britney was on MTV shaking her ass in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. After my little sister brought her debut CD home ( Read more... )

Today in class, we were talking about causal arguments, and the Philosophy Jedi interrupted the professor to give his completely unasked-for opinion about some theory of existence or another . . . and the kid next to me turned to his friend and scribbled in the margins of his notebook, "I wish he didn't exist ( Read more... )

Philosophy Jedi is not a philosophy major. He is a biochemistry major, hoping to go to med school. I learned this by sitting behind him in lecture and eavesdropping on his conversations. I also analyzed the attendance sign-in sheet one day to figure out his name. Then I looked him up on the facebook. His profile is just as obnoxious as he is, and ( Read more... )

I went to my philosophy discussion section this morning. It was frigid and snowy, and I have to trudge up Bascom Hill to get to class, so I was a couple minutes late. When I got to class, everyone was engaged in conversation. I stood by my chair unwinding my scarf and unbuttoning my coat, trying to figure out what they were talking about ( Read more... )

On the first day of my philosophy class, I sat in the back and counted how many of the guys had ponytails. There are three, plus a handful more with hair long enough that they could wear ponytails if they so desired. Way to dress the part, boys ( Read more... )

On Monday I met with my advisor. She told me that I did not need to be taking the two English classes I was signed up for, both of which I thought were required for my degree. Instead, she suggested I drop those classes, enroll in two non-English classes (the only thing I need to graduate after this semester is six credits of non-English courses ( Read more... )