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(03/22/12 5:24am)
I'm a pretty cold-hearted person, so when people start talking about how sad they are that we're graduating soon, I usually just let my eyes glaze over and start thinking about what I need to buy at the grocery store this week.
(02/09/12 4:38am)
Last weekend, instead of using the Super Bowl as an opportunity to eat crappy game food, drink beer and hang out with a bunch of overly aggressive guys who are more interested in watching grown men with bulging biceps run around in spandex than cute girls in jerseys, my apartmentmate and I opted to go see "The Woman in Black."
(01/26/12 6:06am)
I have resigned myself to the pathetic fact that I will be living in my parents' basement for the rest of my life, hoping that they love me enough to support me for years to come while I wallow in the sad realization that I will never get a job.
(01/19/12 5:57am)
Readers, if you're anything like me and you've spent part, much or the entirety of your college journey hooking up with people hoping that maybe, just maybe, one of these frat stars will be the one who acts like a decent human being and texts you the next morning to ask you to coffee sometime, followed by an invitation to a casual lunch, which is then logically followed by dinner and then, eventually, couples cooking, homeworking and holding hands on your way to the mail room, let me tell you, there is hope.
(11/17/11 3:48am)
It's that time of year again. The holidays are around the corner, work has started to pile up just enough to ensure that you have a perpetual knot in your stomach and every single thing is starting to get on your nerves.
(11/10/11 4:22am)
So it's about 11:45 a.m., you're casually standing outside of Jepson soaking up some rays and chatting with your friend. You throw your head back in a particularly aggressive laughing fit as your crush walks out of the Jepson building.
(11/03/11 3:18am)
I have discovered a newfound weekend hobby: being sober in a room full of sloppily drunken people. Well, I suppose it could be a hobby or a sport depending on how involved you get in the process.
(10/27/11 2:54am)
It seems that not all of my assumptions about growing up are true. Part of the reason I was particularly excited to turn 21 and move away from the lodge culture was simply that I could start investing in nicer going-out clothes.
(10/20/11 5:41am)
So last Saturday I was kind of in one of those moods where you just wanna be a sloth all day, lie in bed, not respond to your texts and listen to sad music about how men will break your heart over and over and over again.
(10/06/11 3:50am)
So, I know that I recently wrote an article about how I am no longer the lodge star that I once was, but even I, retired lodger, would like the chance to revisit my old sophomore/junior roots every once in a while just to make sure that nothing has changed.
(09/29/11 3:47am)
It is literally terrifying how easy it is to spend money without really buying anything at all. Say it's a beautiful Saturday morning, you have no plans to start your homework until Sunday night, and you feel so free with the whole day ahead of you that you want to take an adventure with your roommates.
(09/15/11 4:17am)
There comes a very terrifying moment of self-realization in everyone's college career when it dawns on them that they are no longer the same 130-pound freshman they once were.
(09/08/11 6:34am)
What kind of night has the potential for nip slips, reckless hookups, crouching over Porta Potty seats and stab wounds? That's right, you guessed it, the toga social!
(09/01/11 7:01am)
Fifty mph gale force winds, "Come on Eileen" looping, several bottles of wine, one brave China Panda delivery man, various instances of loud female shrieking, a case of PBR and four frumpy outfits later, the ladies of 601 can officially say they made it through Irene with minimal bodily damage and a much better understanding of storm preparation.
(08/25/11 5:45am)
Well Richmonders, after a hot, long and often boring summer, we are finally back on the campus we know and love with all the people we know, love and Facebook stalk...
(04/21/11 7:26am)
Alas, it is the final edition of The Collegian before school ends and everyone goes his or her own way for the summer (but not before going out with a final metaphorical and literal bang at beach week). So, my question for everyone: What do you have to lose?
(04/14/11 6:27am)
Ahhh, hello there Richmonders. This weekend was nothing if not a true display of Richmond's prudent and pragmatic character. Rage, rage, rage downtown Thursday, show up to your Friday classes smelling like vodka and bad decisions, take a nap before Flo Rida on Friday, (giving you a full four hours of sleep/recovery) before THE ROAST on Saturday, the post roast on Saturday night and the detox on Sunday full of regret, carbs and in extreme cases, a Plan-B. True Life: Pig Roast weekend. Here are some of the bests and worsts:
(04/07/11 5:08am)
Texting is a tricky, tricky thing. I'd go as far as to say that it is one of the most important skills to acquire as a socially functioning college student. Whether you're crafting your average friend text or you are feeling a bit more romantically inclined, it seems like the most important things about texts aren't even the words, but the way you go about crafting your proposition and how long it takes you to do so (or how long you consciously decide to take as to not appear needy to members of the opposite sex).
(03/31/11 3:11am)
So this has been a pretty rough week for the ladies of 905. There's been quite a bit of comfort eating (bags and bags of chocolate Easter eggs), a lot of late night pillow talking, significant amounts of girl-on-girl cuddling and a few tears (per second).
(03/23/11 10:57pm)
So if I were to ask you whether you wanted to try the inverse-reverse with me, what would you think? Stop pretending for a minute that your mind isn't wandering to some sort of crazy sex position that involves a month-long membership to a yoga studio before attempting ... now get your mind out of the gutter thinking about flexible chicks in tight black yoga pants doing downward dogs long enough to hear me out about cuddling.