I like funny stuff. I also like Facebook. That's why I often peruse YouTube for humor.

To start with, a little about me
I'm probably most readily classified as a socialist or communist. I don't really know the difference. But in an idyllic world, everything would be shared and free and jobs would be on a rotating basis, free health care, no wars, no weapons, no class system at all. Not evil communism. Happy love communism.

Halloween has long been a celebration of dressing up without ramifications. Ever since maybe seventh grade, when I dressed as a Barbie Doll to my friend's Goth, I've felt like Halloween is an excuse for girls to dress up, well … sluttily.

So I've been struggling epically with my college essays.

I thought that I had one, maybe two, all wrapped up and perfected. But then I let my parents read them, and they trashed them. Shortly after, I acquired a book of really good college essays written by students in the past.

OK, maybe that's an exaggeration. I definitely enjoy chick flicks, chocolate, and lip gloss. High heels are good too, and dresses > suits any day of the week.

I was lazing around on the couch in the lounge after eighth-period PE on Friday when Assistant Director Sue Kovacs comes in, loudly proclaiming one thing: SIEBEL IS CLOSED.

*Awesome … No more Anatomy & Physiology for a month …*

So for a while there have been rumors flying around about drug testing for Uni athletes — or maybe the whole school? No one seemed to quite know what was going on.

Thus, here's a bit of clarification based on a quick interview with Director Steve Epperson about an article Lizzy Warner and I were going to write about Uni drug-testing policies.

Last Friday night at the Howdy Hop, I had quite the stellar time. Loud music, my best friends, grinding …

Oh wait. Scratch that last one.

Here, I'll start at the beginning …