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I’m from Mount Olive, NJ but born and raised on Long Island, NY and come from a crazy Italian family. I’m a public relations major at WVU and minor in sports communication. I’m pretty chill and down for anything, so lets be friends. I love West Virginia and everyone in it and will be a Mountaineer til the day I die. LETS GOOOOO MOUNTAINEERS!

Name: Olivia 

School: West Virginia University

Twitter: @YOLiviaO

Favorite Drink: Goldschlager and Dr. Pepper

Favorite #CTL Tweet of All Time? “Funny how 8 glasses of water a day seems impossible, but 8 beers a day seems necessary #CTL”

Craziest thing you have done in college? Entirety of St. Patty’s Day in Morgantown, blacked out by 11am. Thankfully I’m shmacked recorded it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tP0Xod-L1Yw

Best diet secret?  Beer. The college diet.

What is one thing no one would ever know about you? If I told you, I’d have to kill you.

Best drunk text message you have sent or recieved? “I showed up naked with blunts and beer…he took the both and left me in the room alone…”

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One of the biggest discoveries/controversies of our time is the Theory of Evolution, which states that every being on Earth evolved from a common ancestor. However with this theory, no one has yet to find the missing link between humans and other species. But see, world of science, the missing link has actually been under your nose this whole time, like a hunch punch mustache your friends don’t want to point out to you and you have to discover in pictures on facebook the next morning. The missing link between humans and apes may still be lost in the ground, but the missing link between humans and polar bears actually can be found in downtown Athens every weekend in winter…

They’re called the eski-hoes, they’re the girls who somehow have the ability to outdo mother nature’s wrath of winter and wear short skirts and tanktops when they go out, spending hours getting ready only to ignore every guy who tries to talk to them that night.
My only conclusion about how natural selection has not yet left this species frozen in their sky high stillettos is that secretly, they have a layer of inner insulation that absorbs poor bar lighting and vodka-crans and converts them into heat, as if they’re wearing their ed hardy boots with the fur 24/7 instead of wet seal stripper heels. What other species has this? Polar bear. I mean, how has no one else seen this before. There’s no way that their 2% body fat or poorly extended hair is doing anything to protect them from the wind. For goodness sakes I’m in fur and my lips are as blue as their “natural looking” eyeshadow. Ladies, if your legs are more covered in goose bumps then you are in clothing, you should probably invest in a pair of jeans. Or just leggings that look like jeans, because I’m assuming you’re skanky and like showing off every crevice on your body. In that case, just go ahead and buy those extra smalls girlfriend,cuz nothing says buy me drinks all night quite like fabric so fitted it’s become another layer of skin.

These eski hoes were all over the place last night as we celebrated my bestie Josie’s burffday. However, the birthday girl still had more attention from the boys than they did, probably because she’s hawt even in sensible clothing, and doesn’t need to wear a dress so tight it looks like she couldn’t afford clothing and just wrapped her upper body in duct tape. I hope she had a wonderful time and is feeling so awake and alert this morning! Muah!!

I realized something today as I was walking to class and, for reasons only known to the pandora stream constantly playing the “most unrelated to whatever you’re doing right now” station in my mind, had Juvenile’s “Back Dat Ass Up” completely stuck in my head. There is just something I hate about when rap songs tell me what to do.

I mean, Juvenile, if I wanted your opinion on what to do when I was dancing up in the club, I would’ve personally asked you. But if anyone approached me and told me I was “a fine motha-effer won’t I back dat thang up,” I would probably run in the other direction and leave them with whatever I was drinking freshly splashed all over their spray tanned face and skin tight ed hardy v neck tee. But while I’m smart about these things, I feel like other people don’t share this opinion, and take these songs as opportunity to back their groove thing up on some boy in the club. For some people, these songs might as well be modern day hypnosis. There’s just something about catchy beats and fast rhymes that make girls want to let Sisqo see their thong instead of politefully declining and going home to eat ben and jerry’s and play with their cats.

I wish there were songs that suggested people to do things for good rather than for the club, like “brush yo teeth (betch)” or “getcha flu shawt on shawty.” I mean we could improve public welfare through suggestive lyrics and crude language. Why has no one ever thought of this before? It’s in no way contradictory or anything….

But unfortunately until I can get “I wanna take u home 2 meet my mama n make sure she approve of you b4 we take this n e where further” picked up by any record labels, we’ll have to deal with suggestive music about backing things up and letting people see things previously only viewed by significant others and those darn peeping toms.

On that note, can you imagine if rap music had been around in olden times? Like the big hits were “show me your ankles shawty” or “corsets in tha castle,” or “i wanna waltz up on u 2nite?” If you need me, I’ll be silently giggling to myself as I think of more old
english rap titles.

University of Oregon

If he is hiding his face, but who wouldnt want Keystone

Fort Hayes University