Only four particularly defined topics of conversation have popped up recently. Problem sets, politics, sports, and gossip. What happened to those head-spinning insomnia-induced chats at 4 AM in the morning? It's as if everyone just went sane.
Here's a very funny site: The 8 Simple Rules for Dating my Teenaged Daughter. I'd say my dad had it easy. I was pretty bookish and didn't care too much for boys, especially those weird ones in the black trench coats with their nipples pierced.
I also took another test. Are you a prude? 120/200 Face the facts, you're a sex maniac. (Huh? Most of the questions seemed innocuous or silly. Maybe the fact that I'm a scorp contributed to my score.)
