Saturday, 1:09 a.m.
I’m a fourth year and I don’t have money for a car — stop calling me a [flippin’] freshman.
(from text)

Wednesday, 8:34 p.m.
RIT needs to invest in a Mighty Taco.
(from text)

Sunday, 12:23 a.m.
WHO KNEW RITCHIE THE TIGER WAS SO GOOD AT GIVING LAP DANCES AT BRICK BASH?
(from text)

Thursday, 7:51 p.m.
SO THERE I WAS IN THE COLLEGE OF BUSINESS, ONLY TO SEE A GIRL EATING OATMEAL. OUT OF THE PACKET. DRY. HOW IS THAT IN ANY WAY ENJOYABLE!?
(from text)

Wednesday, 9:05 a.m.
NEW MAPS ARE GREAT, EXCEPT OUR EFFING SCHEDULES GO BY BUILDING NUMBER AND YOUR MAPS DON’T APPEAR TO BELIEVE IN THEM.
(from text)

Sunday, 9:06 p.m.
I overheard part of a guy’s conversation, “I’m trying to raise my sperm count by drinking more Mountain Dew.”
(from text)

Monday, 9:52 a.m.
People watching porn in Java’s. RIT, you never cease to shock me.
(from text)

Tuesday, 5:37 p.m.
Dammit! I walked all the way to the Women’s Center and there aren’t any sandwiches!?
(from text)

Tuesday, 9:00 a.m.
DEAR RIT, STOP SPENDING MY MONEY ON CONSTRUCTION AND HIRE A NEW PHYSICS DEPARTMENT.
(from text)

Tuesday, 4:03 p.m.
Dear Rings, crisis averted! The tiger sub is exactly the same with just a new name.
(from text)