theonecalledchalupa

Change is coming to UTC, most of it to do with money in some form or fashion. This week’s Student Government Association meeting, like so many other campus activities, was focused on money and the apportionment of money. Topics included the University budget, the budget for the new Campus Recreation Center (ARC), and the apportionment of SGA’s own budget. Dr. Roger Brown, Chancellor of UTC, spoke at the SGA meeting regarding budget cuts being made necessary to the University by the state of Tennessee. He says, “It’s been a tough year in administration.” The University is facing cuts from the state of up to $12 millio

I burped in my boyfriend's face Didn't excuse myself He just laughed it off I guess this means we're in love He should marry me Cause I'm so damn cute Even my gas is loveable Maybe if I fart He'll get on one knee He can't resist my sexy.

I am a punk kid, I am a skater I am a preppy girl, I am a "hater." Let's label it all, from every point of view. Catagorize it all so it fits for you. Having a bad day Jane? All of your happiness is in this pill. Go ahead, take it! See the commercial? It makes them happy. As happy as robots are allowed to be. Go on Jane, wear your label, take your pill, smile at this Prozac Nation. I am an anarchist because NoFX is my favorite band. The pledge is not my thing, I would rather take my guitar and sing. Sing about our government and the human rights. People sitting on the corners speaking of death and life. I am an atheist, I am

Bill and Bob were walking through the mall one day after George Dubya's speech that afternoon.  "Heheh...FLASHBACK!"  Bob shouted. George Dubya was giving his speech on national TV, and once again butchering the English language. "A penny saved is...is a...it's a cent.  A Spanish 'centavo'..."  George Dubya rambled. "Can he just get on with it?"  Bill muttered. "The terrorists are still hiding.  In other words: they're playing peek-a-boo."  George continued. "You can never keep your mouth shut, can you?"  Bob asked, looking at Bill. "I just misdispronunciated a word..."  George muttered. As the two continued through the mall, they saw

I was trying to concentrate on Savvy? when this little plot bunny hit me over the head with a raddish. S: Holy cow on a stick. W:The Plot Bunny hit you over the head with his magical radish? S: I think not, sistah! It's pure fluff, WillElizabeth, wholesome goodness. I'm planning to write a series of one-shots like this. Enjoy, and review! &&& The sword was perfect. A piece of beauty in itself. Will held it up in front of him, face alight with pride. It course it would be perfect. He had been working on it for nearly a whole day. W: Oh, no, working for a WHOLE DAY. S: You had to miss that elite gala down at the docks, where people will