I’d start off on a positive note and wish everyone a happy New Year’s, but then I remember how much I hate it when people wish me a happy New Years beyond the first week
As this column reaches the end of its third semester of existence, I have to ask myself: How the hell do I still have anything to say? And then, of course, I have to laugh
You’d think by the time I was a senior I would be over the fact that Temple doesn’t give us a fall break. But I should have known myself better than that. I’m still pissed
I am absolutely dying for someone to ask me if there is something in my pants or if I am just happy to see them. Because you know what, there is something in my pants
Before Facebook chat or Twitter updates, people would broadcast their every action and emotion to the world through away messages. For those who remember AOL Instant Messenger, they probably remember the away messages that usually