I love finals. It's the only time of the year when every person at the University hates his or her life as much as I hate mine.
So I'm sitting in orgo, half-conscious, with two pens jammed firmly up my nose, whistling the soothing melody of the latest Spice Girls' hit, when some old bastard waltzes up and smacks me on the...
I think it was Mary-Lou Retton who once said, "A society's worth can best be judged by its graffiti." Or maybe it was Jean-Paul Satre-I always get those two confused.
I don't know about you (and frankly, I don't wanna know about you), but I spend at least two-thirds of my waking hours deftly avoiding contact or conversation with people who annoy the bejeeezis...
It's fall, and there's a smell of death in the air. Some experts blame the rotting Magnolia blossoms. Others more correctly blame the rotting corpse that is Duke fall fashion.
There was a time in my life when Halloween meant more than just bobbing for apples injected with Everclear and hooking up with the girl dressed like "Baby" Spice.
Parents' Weekend is a lot like shopping at the Gap.
Hello there, kids! Welcome back to this week's spine-tingling episode of "Bitch and Moan with STU!" Just when you thought I couldn't get more bitter and disturbed, I think I have premenstrual...
You don't have to be Carl Sagan or Jodie Foster to understand that we are not alone in the universe.
I was attending the last FCA meeting, calmly removing the lint from my belly-button and toenails, when I realized that I couldn't go on living a lie.
