What I Wanted to Say: Feb. 18th to Feb. 24th.

To teenage boys:
Honey, you can't guffaw like a man until your voice stops changing. You don't sound cool, you sound like a throttled goat.

To fat blonde working the register at the Student Union:
Don't give me that look. I know I didn't dress to the nines today, because I had a thesis meeting and that was all. Not to mention it was raining. Anyway, I think that school is a place to learn things, not to find someone to bang. Oh, and I thought that the clique mentality was limited to high school and sororities. And I seriously doubt you belong to a sorority. Last I checked they didn't let dwarf planets in to Kappa. I, at least, don't look like a beached submarine with purple eyeliner.

To one of my friends:
An entertaining movie is not the same as a good movie. I'm sorry, dear, but the Oscars are about the art of film (or at least that was my impression), not about the usual muck that populates Tinseltown on three screens.