Not much to complain about this week — just thankful for my Tar Heel family. #UNCstrong
Looking forward to seeing my long-distance boyfriend for Valentine’s Day; not looking forward to shaving for the first time in two months.
Heard through the paper-thin wall of my duplex: “Is it just me or does Papa John look like Rand Paul?”
The SBP voting website divided us into districts and now I’m freaking out waiting for UNC’s own Hunger Games to start. May the odds be ever in your favor, y’all.
Everyone has big plans for Valentine’s Day and I’m just going to be sitting in my room masticating.
To the girl selling brownies on the quad for a dollar out of tupperware: You are the reason we have things to kvetch about. Thank you for being strange!
That awkward moment when I get emails from the chancellor’s office about everything except Dean Smith’s passing...
Hey, BOG: Y’all ever gonna say anything about firing Tom Ross or nah?
As someone waiting for an email with news on grad schools, I’d like to thank everyone who thought it would be funny to reply all to a campus-wide Listserv.
My card just got declined at [B]Ski’s. My struggle is the realest.
DTH SBP Endorsement = Kiss of Death.
Pingpong tables in the Pit? I think you meant beer pong tables.
To the dude with “AFK-BRB” on his license plate: You deserve a medal.
Thanks, Duke, for being so gracious about Dean Smith’s death. But it’s really going to make it a lot harder to gloat when we beat y’all next week.
I didn’t realize “23 Jump Street” was being filmed here until I saw Houston Summers in person. I’m glad the film industry’s coming back to N.C.
I’d rather just watch Hulu than hear its CEO give the commencement address.
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