If you haven’t heard a “YOLO” or two lately you’ve been living under a rock or in the bowels of the quiet room. Like some sort of disease, the YOLO-ing seems to spread on contact; you hear one YOLO and soon it sounds like a flock of seagulls: “YOLO-bro, YOLO-ya know, screw it––YOLO . . .” And while I feel slimy letting this slippery piece of pop culture slide from my lips, I’m caught up as well. Because a) it’s catchy, and b) it’s actually an appealing way to live.

I’m a sucker for acronyms. Maybe that’s why I’m a BBMB major. But there is something appealing about the way YOLO just rolls off the tongue like liquid nitrogen on a countertop, or “social construct” for you Maxey folk. It’s smooth, it’s silky, it’s sexy, but it’s also a bit of a guilty pleasure.

While different forms of YOLO have been around for a long time, Drake coined this particular moniker in his song “The Motto.” Now I don’t associate with anything that comes out of Drake’s mouth. I’m not in the practice of “shutting shit down in the mall,” nor “telling every girl she’s the one for me.” But he may have actually been onto something when he said “You Only Live Once, that’s the motto, ni**a YOLO.”

Unfortunately, like anything good to ever come out of pop culture, YOLO is almost certainly going to be as over-used as Jenna Jameson and become as insufferable as “SWAG.” But before YOLO becomes a defenestrable offense, we might as well enjoy the ride. Because ya’ know, YOLO.

I spend too much time doing nothing. I’ve wasted countless hours “studying” on Facebook, and I hate it. Because every time I spend an hour watching online Starcraft (super guilty pleasure), it’s an hour that could have been spent doing something I might actually remember and add real substance to my college experience. And especially now, as a senior, and as leaves are bursting from the trees, and spring is on the lips of the birds and the bees, the opportunity cost of time wasted is gruesome. But it’s still too easy to write off a little time here or there and lose sight of the present by planning for the future.

There really is “never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” But there is enough time for doing it now. And instead of being like, “naw man, I’ll ask her to lunch later when I grow a pair,” you could be like, “YOLO-bro, Imma ask her now.” Instead of saying, “I’m kind of tired, I guess I’ll go watch a sunset on Pike’s peak some other time,” you could say, “I’m tired, but F-it, YOLO, lets go.” And you’d be a more interesting person.

You Only Live Once, unless you’re Jesus or Hindu or the Dalai Lama, so why not live the heck out of every moment? I’m not saying blow off studying, I’m saying that when you study, study like your test is tomorrow. Living YOLO is living in the moment. When you tan, tan like skin cancer is impossible; when you work, work like John Henry (not the TKE, but the bad-ass steel-driver of old); and when you party, party like a dinosaur astronomer.

Spring is in the air, and everything thaws in the spring. It’s time to shake the frost from our feet and start stepping with the beat. We’ve spent the last few months hurrying to class under heaps of clothing and hiding under Gore-tex from freezing fog. And now that the sun has popped, there is a measly 40 or so days left before graduation. Facebook can wait, YOLO.