So, I was on the phone with my brother…

I like to think I talk to my family a lot. And I do. More than my roommates do, anyway. Anyway, I was on the phone with my little brother, when, all of a sudden, I spot a bug crawling up one of the streamers left over from my birthday three months ago. I described it to my brother, and he decided that he was going to name it a "shield bug".

I did a little research, and guess what? The shield bug, more widely known as a "stink bug", is rather common to this area of the country. I wonder if Baby Brother has psychic powers…

Ah, yes, the wackiness of college. I think college may be the only place where no one bats an eye if you're playing the ukulele while you eat. I freaking love this school.

Yet another reason to freaking love this school. I don't know who came up with the Box Top TARDIS, but it's the funniest thing since sliced bread. And I'll have you know that sliced bread is pretty dang hilarious.

So, I was hanging out with some friends, and one of them suddenly stands up and says that he forgot something in his apartment. He lives right behind the guy who was generously letting us hang at his place, so, he walks out and he's gone for a while. The conversation resumes. Not five minutes later, he walks in with two cans of weird orange Halo Mountain Dew and a champagne flute. He proceeds to pour one of the cans into the champagne flute, sit back on the couch and drink the weird orange Halo Mountain Dew like the smug dude he is. I wish I had a cool champagne flute.

I've been informed that at some point in the near future, I shall be kidnapped and forcibly made to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, which, in front of several of my friends, I made the mistake of mentioning that I hadn't seen. There were some other movies I hadn't seen in there as well, but I don't remember all the titles now. I came to college to learn, and I am… but I also have a long list of movies, tv shows and books that I apparently must experience. Oh well. It should be entertaining.

Move fast, travel light, and never tell them your real name. Better yet, don't have a real name to begin with.

—L