8 a.m. — Got the last croissant before that redheaded girl in my biology class. SUCKS TO BE HER.
10 a.m. — Some ginge in my religion class went on a rant about how he has a soul. LIKELY STORY.
12 p.m. — There are six ginges in the dining hall right now. There goes the neighborhood.
1 p.m. — Just saw a townie fall off his skateboard. He was redheaded. Correlation? Yes.
3 p.m. — Chem lab reeks of copper. Must be that ginger working at the next table.
4:30 p.m. — Someone just liked a redhead on LikeALittle. They’re totes high.
6:00 p.m. — Saw a ginger drinking Big Red at Reid. WHAT KIND OF A WORLD DO WE LIVE IN?
9:30 p.m. — Just watched “The Kids Are Alright”. I’m learning to love Julianne Moore, but her hair just makes it so hard …
12:40 a.m. — Still up working on a PowerPoint presentation for my 100-level class. I bet a brunette professor would’ve given me an extension.
Diary of a ginger-hating Whittie
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