This week, the Nass gets its heart broken, writes fiction about disordered eating, and logs delirious entries in a Dream Journal.
Wandering Theta junior: "I was conceived on 9/11, the day of America's greatest tragedy."
Drama aficionado: “A little sense of drama makes any misfortune manageable.”
Sagacious student: “I don't need a soulmate. I'm B.S.E.”
Romantic consultant to anxious roommate: “Think, but don't overthink.”
Inquiring professor: Are any of you regular readers of "The Yacht Report”?
Enlightened editor: “If you want a man at this school, you gotta date lower.”
Student eating dinner: "I recognize the value in edging."
Concerned friend: "You're gonna cry that day no matter what, so would you rather do it while having great sex, or alone in your room after a quasi-date?"
Girl on the phone: "Don't get married right now!"
Riled-up interrogator: "Name one semi-casual restaurant in Princeton that you'd take a friend-turned-lover to right now!"
Curious Californian: "Hey Siri, what pronouns does the Philly Phanatic use?”
Mom friend: “Okay, continue about your bike accident that I don’t care about.”
Revolutionary: “I truly want to fuck the framework.”
Ally: “I thought you were ace, bro.”
Revolutionary: “I meant fuck UP the framework!”
Exasperated student: “I don’t party. I'm FSI.”
Personal finance guru: “I might just sleep all day so I don’t have to pay for food.”
Sage Lakers fan: “Mamba mentality.”