"Drake may have initially made his name as an actor on Degrassi [High], but the TV character he’s most reminiscent of is Eddie Haskell."

—New It’s a Hit on “Find Your Love” and Madvillain’s “Papermill” is up. (via thediscography)

Gonna push my nerd glasses real real far up my face here and point out that Drake actually did not appear on Degrassi High; he was on Degrassi: The Next Generation, which was a kind-of spin-off of Degrassi High, which evolved out of Degrassi Junior High, which originated with The Kids of Degrassi Street. The first three series aired in the 80s/early 90s; The Next Generation is, somehow, still on the air. And why yes, I did write my undergraduate honors thesis on the show and its online fan community and spent most of my senior year of college watching the show and thinking about it, thanks for asking!

People On My Sister’s College Campus Who Mistook Me For My Sister Today

• My sister’s next-door dorm-neighbor
• Some girl in bathroom of the student center
• My sister’s freshman-year boyfriend

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This is a picture of my sister Sarah taken the day my parents and I helped her move into her freshman-year dorm room. It was August 2006, the end of my last summer living at home; I was about to start my senior year of college and my internship at Paste. Almost everything about my life—both of our lives—were different then, so it seems like it was a very long time ago, but it really wasn’t. Other things happened around then that don’t seem so far-removed—although, having said that, now I can’t think of any examples. So maybe it was.

Sarah’s hair isn’t that long anymore, but as of a few weeks ago she still had that Wilco poster up in her dorm. She might not now because she’s graduating this weekend and maybe has packed everything in her room up and taken all the posters off the walls. Or maybe not. Sometimes they’re the last to go.

In other, less pseudo-sentimental words: MY LITTLE SISTER IS GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE THIS WEEKEND HOLY SHIT CONGRATS SARAH YOU ARE AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU!

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More like gifofpopularrapperscavortingdownthehallwhereIhadhalfofmycollegeclasses!

Yesterday I thought about college more than I had in three years and thought about Lil Wayne more than I had in ever.

Oh, so this is what we do now. →

Some fine soul over at Hipinions discovered what I was already well aware of, which is that if you do a Google Image search for my name, the first result that comes up is the most Godawful nerdburger-y photo imaginable. It was taken to accompany an “around campus” profile of me written for my college’s website sometime during my junior year, which focused on my many exciting extracurriculars, including tutoring and crocheting.

For the record: I laughed at this, and immediately showed the one other guy here with me at the office (workin’ late), and then laughed some more. But damn! The internet!

Weirdly, the second photo that comes up when you Google my name is of Shakira, but I guess that’s just too little too late.

This week is really strange.

AJC | Oglethorpe's accreditation reaffirmed →

Man, there’s just a very special thrill to finally learning—after two years of wondering whether or not your recent diploma was really nothing more than a very, very expensive piece of paper and/or cruel punchline to your high school self’s insistence on only applying to two colleges and only getting enough financial aid at one of them—that your alma mater isn’t a fake school after all. A very special fucking thrill. Go Petrels! At least for the next ten years!

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I had quite long hair for a few years in college, mostly because I got lazy and never wanted to get a haircut, but then because I decided I was going to grow it out for Locks of Love. Towards the end, I had pretty much two hairstyles: Big wadded-up bun and pigtails. I can’t believe my hair didn’t mildew right on my scalp because I pretty much never dried it, just washed and wadded or washed and braided, and I’m not sure it was the best look for me then nor would it be now that I’m generally interested in looking at least my age and semi-professional, but gosh, this photo makes me miss having enough hair to braid so much. It also makes me miss my giant cone thingy, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.