I'll tell you what deserves a "What the EF"..the fact that I misspelled a bunch of words in my last posts. Christ, I confused "now and "know". TERRIBLE. As my boyfriend David Grey would say.."Please forgive me". I guess that's what I get for being awake at almost 2 in the morning on a school night. Another EF situation, there has been a large scary man lurking the freshman dorms lately. Some poor girl got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when she looked out of the bottom of the stall, she saw big black combat boots. She's out-of-state so I'm sure that her parents were psyched about them paying about $38,000 per year for such adequate safety.

I'll leave you guys with this random article:
http://www.theonion.com/content/columnists/it_wuz_always_bout_tha
I just thought it was amusing because it totally reminded me of Torque Wrench and Miss Mary Smack. It seems along the lines of "Call ova my momma's house, dey know how ta page me. They'll page me to yo numba then I'll call you back. Or, you can page my couzin Keif and he'll call my couzin Lil' Darrell who got my REAL pager, then I'll call you back...on HIS cell phone." Ahhhh yes, the good 'ol days.