We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.

There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.

Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.

She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exactly what she honed in on. He spit and put his mouth under the tap to get some water. All while just wearing underwear. All while she just stared at the crucial spot of the Action Pants.

Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.