Kvetching board for August 29, 2014

kvetch:

v.1 (Yiddish) to complain

I didn’t realize it was recycling day until I saw a shirtless bro hauling two full bins of cans and beer boxes to the curb next to the community garden. Thanks for being the face (and abs) of the environmental movement.

To the construction in the quad, my roommate has laid more things than you have laid bricks since FDOC. Get it together.

What’s the most fashionable accessory in Chapel Hill? Back sweat.

To the guy whose computer randomly started blaring Taylor Swift in the middle of Davis, you belong with me.

The automatic-flush toilets on Davis 2 be like, “I’mma let you finish, but ... oh wait, no I won’t.”

To the guy who put on a surgical glove to carry his sandwich, what exactly was on your sandwich?

To the librarian who was rude to me on HSL chat, I didn’t realize HSL stood for Hella Snarky Librarians.

New UNC admissions test: Are you capable of clicking on a simple link to unsubscribe yourself from a listserv? If not, please visit ncsu.edu/admissions.

Phi Sigma Pi is like Toppers 2.0.

I don’t know which is more frustrating — people who accidentally reply all to emails or the hundreds of people who knowingly reply all just to feel like they are contributing to the situation.

To the guy letting people in through the window at senior night, you’re a modern Robin Hood.

You know you’re a science major when it’s the first week of class and you can recognize classmates studying in Davis past midnight.

To my obnoxiously loud roommate, even Sasquatch walks lighter ?on his feet.

Letting some rando crash in our suite for three weeks? It don’t run in our blood. That kind of LUX just ain’t for us.

My realization for the week: My homework is uninteresting, and I’ve been complaining about it — I am kvetching bored.

College: where I didn’t get carded at the bar but got asked for two forms of ID to check out a library book.

I’ve learned a whole lot in my four years at UNC, but for the life of me, I still can’t remember to check for toilet paper before I sit down in the stall.

Shout-out to anyone who bikes up Hillsborough to get to class in the morning — you will know them by their calves.

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