Christopher Hudspeth

I’ve mastered the art of changing topics, deflecting and using sarcasm to escape the grasps of any intimate or layered question thrown my way. It’s not a purposeful, focused defensive plan — it’s more of an uncontrollable curse.

Many people are getting really sick of us talking about our passionate love for the 90s and current struggle as twenty-somethings. I say if you don’t want to see or hear about it cover your eyes or plug your ears. I mean, 90s pop culture really is that damn good.

Nobody likes a bar of soap decorated with someone else’s body hair and griminess.

Approach any and every person you find attractive. If they reject you, it’s not the end of the world — but it will be soon, so make a move!

An awkward person with a cell phone in a social environment is the equivalent to MacGyver having a Swiss Army knife while in a bind.

When you meet the friend of a friend, you might hit it off and be rather fond of each other. That’s all fine and dandy, but don’t begin neglecting the person who made your newfound friendship a possibility in the first place.

For a phrase spoken by an animated fish in a children’s movie, just keep swimming holds tremendously deep meaning.

I’d just like to say in advance that I’m not a crazy, loony, stalker-dude. I don’t have a Rashida shrine, or hear voices in my head — and I only use the word ‘destiny’ once in these writings.

The disenchantment that comes with a sign advertising “CHOCOLATE LABS FOR SALE,” and grasping that it’s in reference to puppies – not Wonka factory-esque laboratories.

As embarrassing and preposterous as this is, people consider Facebook’s ‘In a relationship’ label to be the equivalent of an online wedding band.

i judst looive yyou n muiss u soo mucjh. Pls txct bacck PLEEASE!!1, is not the type of thing we want waking us in the middle of the night, or altering our good spirits.

Be certain that you’re not rushing into things. It’s not as simple as sharing a shower, owning his and hers robes, and having sex frequently.

Someone out there despises your personality, and that’s completely okay. There are people out there who will search for specific reasons to dislike you, because of hearsay, gossip or even based off of nothing at all.

Once about 8 p.m. hits on Sunday evening, it’s like somebody died. Everyone gets quiet, there’s high tension and emotion, we make eye contact with one another but nobody wants to speak the thought we’re all sharing.

Be someone else. Create a character. Wear glasses and a wig, speak with a fake accent – whatever you want. Introduce the public to this unique personality for the day.

Between flash drives and the simple option of clicking “file,” followed by “save,” there are very few reasonable excuses for losing a file.

When we’re in public and we spot a fit dude with chiseled abs, a pec-tacular chest and no shirt, it’s easy to say, “What a tool/douche/showoff/shmuck, etc.” But what if that man isn’t built like a Greek god? When a pudgy, doughy-bodied dude goes shirtless, we don’t say a word.

You find noisy neighbors obnoxious. Back in the day, your only issue would be the fact that you weren’t in on the action.