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Saturday, 6:15 p.m.
RIT Rings, I've missed you over break. My bed has been so lonely and cold.
Friday, 12:10 p.m.
Well, I was supposed to run into the George Eastman Building and pick up a check
today, RIT Rings, and what happened was that there’s some President’s Round Table or
something…some SAT thing, I don’t know. The parking lots are full, and D Lot is full,
so I asked if I could park in the Simone Loop, so I could just run in and grab my check,
and he said, “No.” I had to park in G or H Lot, which is, like, 40 minutes away from the
George Eastman Building. It’s ridiculous. Students are treated like second-class citizens
compared to whatever the President has going on.
Sunday, 5:43 p.m.
RIT, you suck! What the [beep]!
We don’t have no type of [silly]
RA no more! We didn’t know
our RA got fired! What’s up with
that? [I am angry at you], RIT!
Sunday, 12:40 a.m.
Yo, I haven’t seen one [plowing]
plow all night and it’s snowing
like [Lassie]. Tell RIT to get on
plowing this [excrement] ‘cause
I almost died earlier from these
[sinful] plows. It was epic!
Monday, 7:48 p.m.
Day One of classes, and my philosophy
professor just said that ‘implicit’ means
that it’s not ‘explicit.’ Way to go.
Monday, 7:07 p.m.
I just got a paper outside my dormitory
saying that someone had called and left a
threat. I hope it wasn’t to this number, because
if it was, the fact that there are now
papers and e-mails and other notices flying
around would be really, really sad.
Sunday, 7:27 p.m.
I am driving home from
break, which sucks,
because I have class
tomorrow. But anyway,
I’m listening to The
Pretenders.
Wednesday, 7:32 p.m.
We’re just calling you from
space here at WITR. I say
listen to bad radio, Wednesdays
8:00 to 10:00, live
from space. It’s ballin’ in
space. 89.7, badradio.info.
Live blog later!
Sunday, 1:50 a.m.
I’m going to flip out if I
don’t find some Lunchables
right now.
Saturday, 1:37 a.m.
I’m in Philadelphia right now. I can’t believe how many girls
there are and how much more fun it is. For being in the middle of
Rochester, it’s surprising how secluded RIT really is. I’m having
a great time and I hope you have—well actually, you won’t have
a good one, because there aren’t girls around.
Thursday, 7:47 a.m.
Whee! Hi Reporter! Like, oh my gosh, I just stayed
up all night, and it’s so frickin’ awesome! So
awesome that the awesomeness swells and
should be so awesome that everyone who has
this (and I’m not drunk, I swear, I just stayed up
all night) and it’s so good that your mom should
be on this, yeah, your mom should be on this!
Totally frickin’ on this! Oh my gosh! I love you,
Reporter! I should sleep.
Tuesday, 12:26 a.m.
Oh, I just called
again by accident.
Call 585.672.4840
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