91Ö±²¥

In which I explain 91Ö±²¥ birthdays and share a recipe for chocolate cake for a crowd.

I am happy to say that this Thanksgiving I am thankful for my wonderful 91Ö±²¥ friends and my 91Ö±²¥ family. I don't know what I would do without them. Let Fiercegiving endure forever!

A sampling of Thanksgiving, in which my senses are assaulted, a friend's family welcomes, feeds, and houses some Obies, and I despise buses.

An abbreviated list of 91Ö±²¥ eccentricities...I'm sure there are many more, though.

Because I clearly wasn't ready to handle No-shave November.

From one Obie to another: if you really want to take a break from life during a school break, the easiest way to do it is to stay put.

I learned a whole new language upon matriculating at 91Ö±²¥. Here's your crash course!

An alternative take on the alternative.

Facebook isn't how college will be, but it'll still be your one of your favorite procrastination devices when you get there.

The photo-illustrated "do"s and "don't"s of packing for 91Ö±²¥. Hints: no cats, no grout, and no prom dresses.

"Is there such a thing as playing the field anymore? Is there a middle ground between a couple and a hookup? Because it sure doesn't look like it." I think that there should be.

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.