Biggest Relief: Making the Free throw in Knock-Out.

Looking for someone in the library is the hardest game of find and seek. You can't call them, you can't yell their name, so instead you have to awkwardly peek over every cubicle until you find em.

Is there even a difference between shampoo and body wash? Come on, who doesn't use shampoo when their body wash runs out?

Whenever you're at an awkward meal... always go for playing with the kids, never fails.

Best feeling: Going from single space to double space.

Seven extra pages, don't mind if I do.

No matter how frequently it happens, when you wave to someone and they don't see you, you still feel unbearably awkward.

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Oh no, my index finger was on the 'j' instead of the 'k' again.

I never should have cheated on Mavis Beacon. 

This one's a real Dormitory Digression:

You know when you really need to go to the bathroom, and you check each stall one by one, and each gets increasingly grosser than the one before.

The feeling you get when you discover one that was left untainted.

When someone looks attractive even when they're making an ugly face, then you know they're really good looking.

Shout out to all those people with unsecured wireless networks.

I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that doesn't make it any less annoying...

I don't know about you, but the greatest financial disputes ever had surround the awkward tension when you break a close friend's item and don't know whether or not to pay for it...

I mean, I know I dropped the camera, but to be fair, you did ask me to take a picture that I should have been in.

So many of my fights would be avoided if I only knew that exact moment when my friends suddenly stopped laughing and started taking my jokes personally.

Nothing straddles the cute-creepy line more than a miniature dog in costume.

My brain has a default switch which automatically disables the second the professor teaches overtime.

You know those couple of minutes before a pop quiz when you're scrambling to concentrate on the material you've just read.

How much do you actually want to kill that girl who sits in front of you, who didn't do the reading, but nevertheless shoots 27 rapid-fire questions about what you did read, so she can leach off your information?

I on purpose never changed my g chat settings from automatically adding people, how else would I become friends with my creepy middle aged professors?

There's nothing more awkward than that moment in class when it becomes apparent that not a single person in the entire class did the assigned reading. literally. no one. 

Everyone has that friend that's only there because she always was, that's only invited because she always was, that you always try to get rid of, but somehow always finds out about your plans because the nice person in your group of friends feels bad and invites them... If you have this friend, hate to break it to you, you're never getting rid of them.  If you don't, then you are this friend.

Double texting = No self-dignity.

If you get the edge of the picture you either ran in at the last second or weren't aggressive enough to get the middle.

If it's the former you weren't supposed to be there anyway, and if it's the latter you simply don't deserve it.

There should really be an un-send button for all those times you send a text to the person you're talking about

Waiting into the sixth hour just seems fake.

Risking your life to cross the street just before the light turns green... worth it.

Sometimes I wish there was an unsubscribe button to my friends emails. Did that really need a reply all?

Google is almost perfect, all they have  to do is invent a super visible g chat option. Not just a green camera - but one that flashes.

There's nothing worse than the smirk you get when you're secretly bashing your pc to a fellow pc-er, and someone who unknowingly owns a mac is in the vicinity and overhears your conversation.

The only upside to having a 20 page paper due is being able to one-up the work all my friends have

feminine boys. gross.

(This post is okay because feminine boys don't know that they're feminine. But we do. And so does everyone else.)

Whenever you stutter while saying a comeback, it automatically negates it.

Ever wonder how all the little hairs that fall out of your scalp find each other and accumulate into one little hairball in the corner?

Boys, you don't understand.

There's nothing more painful than confessing your soul over gchat, and your friend taking so long to respond that you get the gray "sent at 10:18 response." Seriously, we know you're there.