The sassy roommate.

Me: Wow, your hair's really growing.

D: So's your face.

Me: So's your ASS.

Liberal arts colleges for my brother.

Mum: So your dad did some research on Wesleyan, did you know they have co-ed bathrooms? And guys and girls live on the same floor? And guys walk around shirtless?

Me: Yes mum, that's quite common in the US.

Mum: No it's quite scary, they're like banks.

Me: Banks?

Mum: You know, banks.... they like shave their heads but leave some hair in the middle?

Me: Mum it's punks.

Words to live by?

"Boys are temporary, grades are forever."

-Friend on dumping two guys

Lessons from Montreal.

I can successfully communicate in French with an old man Quebecer. Day made.

My friend and I communicate through song.

My friend and I haven't changed much since we were 14.

Every girls' sleepover should include a trashy makeover, fur coat, and photo shoot.

Pina coladas: a shortcut to summer when it's bitching cold outside.

Badass leather jacket: every girl needs one.

"Just put yourself in an uncomfortable position. That's yoga.": my friend introducing bed yoga, which is harder than you think.

Rediscovering old school Alicia Keys: an awesome nostalgia trip.

Together at last.

Long time no eat, friend.

College feminism.

"I HAVE TOTALLY SEPARATED SEX AND LOVE; I AM THE QUINTESSENTIAL MODERN WOMAN."

--Message from my no-bullshit friend as we exchanged hook up stories

Dear Facebook:

As if creeping through photos of friends of friends wasn't conspicuous enough from afar, thanks for adding a new function that makes it look like you're going through a freaking holiday/PowerPoint slideshow.