Discussing hair: How did you get such a subtle ombre?
Me: That would be sun damage.
On Boston: You do realize they wear flannel there, like, out of necessity?
On Miami economics: We could valet both our cars, or I could buy you dinner on Lincoln instead. -_-
Him: She said she was easy but she wasn’t cheap.
Her: Okay, so you buy her a lobster dinner and get laid. I don’t see the issue.
Yesterday my friend and I were walking out of Forever 21 and the wind blew my skirt up a little. I had shorts on underneath (for this very reason) but two guys in a parked car saw it happen and yelled at me to lift it more, I yelled back, “fuck you!” and they laughed. So I took my pocket knife out of my bag and said, “I will slash your fucking tires” and they did not laugh
PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING
Nah, fuck that. Party like they WERE. Party with the hope in your heart that the next twelve months will make up for it. Party because it’s behind you and you fucking survived. Party because you’re alive and still awesome despite the last twelve months trying to destroy you.
Party because you won.
The Mount Holyoke College Drinking Song
Tired of books and boring classes?
Drop your books pick up your glasses!
Toast to those who boast
of mixing Greek and Latin
with a cool manhattan.
Smith may have their ice tea hours,
we prefer our whisky sours.
Drink and never think
about tomorrow tonight.
And over there they have their Heidelberg
and then there’s Morey’s down at Yale…
And when those Harvard boys
drink to college joys
it’s dull you must agree
squeezing lemon in your tea!
The face upon the bar room floor
I’d rather be than dull once more.
We’re here bring on the beer!
Who cares tonight we’ll be sober tomorrow.
Here’s a toast to old MHC!
— I gave my girlfriend a rousing rendition of this song while drinking tonight. (via mountholyoke)