"I'm so pissed right now I want to bite...someone's face"

-Me to whatever yokel at UPS I was put on the phone with after my package was delayed for delivery, because they somehow thought me absolutley wanting it today meant getting it to me today would be a bad idea.

Cursing in the classroom

I've never been more liberated than when I've been able to curse during class. Usually, that's restricted to conversations in the back of the room with friends (eg "This class is so fucking boring" or "I'd like to shit in my own hand and throw it at that ghoulish cunt of a professor") , but when you have a professor that curses, complains, and drops shit, it makes it a lot easier to answer a professor's question with "I don't like the looks of this fucking return rate, I think I'm getting shit on here," or even a simple "I'm getting a fucking IRR of 14%" said in the most casual manner possible.

Why I don't pay attention in class

Instead of taking notes for the full 2 hours, I'm apparently far too busy working on these amazing fucking doodles and recreations of the openings of Star Wars movies.

P.S. Mallory wishes her blog got the widespread attention mine currently enjoys.

"Oreo"

My response, when prompted by my finance professor to name any random stock in the S&P 500.

The joke I told during my marketing presentation which got a ZERO from my class

"Well we want to have a big free pancake event on Mardi Gras seeing how it's National Pancake Day, and there's not much going on outside of New Orleans on that day...well, I guess not even in New Orleans anymore, what with the hurricane...ha ha."

"You have no regard to the image you've created for yourself on campus"

- Greg White, approximately 130AM

After I had been calling after Jeff Greco on Commonwealth Ave with such lines as "Jeff, we just fucked, it doesn't make us gay!" and "Jeff, I like the way you cup my balls!" whenever normal people passed us by.