I took my biochemistry final in short shorts and a crop top. As I’m sure you know, this resulted in my IQ dropping 50 points and I failed my exam. Oh wait, nope, not even slightly true.

*boo hiss* As an early 20-something, I look distinguished and very grown up. Me, pictured:

The pessimist in me thinks we’d hear a lot more, “she’s just claiming she was attacked so she won’t get in trouble with the honor code.”

I hope so. I might actually be willing to watch the titanic if someone would pull a Lestat from Interview and come back from the dead gross and terrifying.

Lovely for him. Kant’s philosophy has always seemed more like a thought exercise than a practical ideology. We’re obviously going to act based on emotion and to achieve an end goal. As much as I disagree with utilitarianism for example as the basis of ethics, I can at least picture a utilitarian society.

Correction: not old. You have impeccable taste.

I just felt such a strong wave of second hand embarrassment, I had to take a breath to ground myself.

They're good for curls, but make the wave bits frizz out. Then I look like I've been electrocuted.

Unfortunately, my path was to cut most of my hair so it’s about half an inch long and only leave myself bangs and some long pieces on top. Now I have a manageable amount of hair so I can individually twist my remaining curls while they’re wet. I would have individually twisted my long hair, but I don’t have 3 hours…

Exactly! I love probation. I want to see it as a sentence way more, but not for violent crimes, especially not violent crimes where society already makes every excuse for the criminal.

I wanted to make a snarky comment about the NRA being a civil rights organization, but on second thought nope. The NRA could do a lot of good if they lobbied for gun owners instead of gun manufacturers.

Clearly I should have taken martial arts for actors, because regular martial arts for three years didn't teach me that important life skill. I do think I could punch someone reasonably hard without breaking my finger though, so that's nice.

The only answer I can think of is that person was an agent of Satan.

Just once? Teach me your magic.

Not a trip, but I once gave myself a black eye hitting my head on the window of the car. My mom asked little learners permit Rib if I had parked between the lines, so I tried to look... Through the closed window....HARD. I think my mom peed laughing.

This is my biggest fear. I've only fallen down a flight of stairs once. I managed to grasp the hand rail and succeeding in spinning myself a full half circle into the wall so hard I knocked all of the wind out of myself.

I have also been there. I worried about tripping and then fallen because apparently thinking brings things into reality.

I feel your pain. At the hairstylist I’m like: “yes, that curl does go out, no idea why. Well, you can try to fluff up that wavy piece, but God be with you on that journey. Yes, that is a spiral on a frizzy curl.”

Same here. I tripped over a seagull the other day. Took a corner too fast on the way to work and there it was. I fell on my face. The seagull was unperturbed.

Viola Davis should just play every role in every movie forever. Next Indiana Jones movie: Viola as Indy. Next Star Wars: just fire everyone and replace them all with Viola.