It seems like it would be a great time to go out to a fine Cochrane establishment on Friday night, to enjoy some drinks and have a good time. It is in fact not a great time. If your idea of fun is knocking into drunk slobs who love to spill at you, drinking liquor that tastes like it has been in a vat filled with rodents for the past 2 months, and having to pay cover for the worst bars in existence. I don’t like going to these establishments even when drinking for free. Frankly I would rather stick forks in my eyes and swollow a knife whole than have to spend another night in station. The people even suck in station, including all my idiot friends that believe it is a good time to listen to horrible music and drink disgusting liquor.

- Dan Peterson

I love going to the pool, so do many of my friends, and even their friends. When Champaign has its rare hot sunny day, it is even nice to have a pool party. The convenience of a pool next to college apartments is just wonderful. Too bad every person in the pool gets creeped out by the guy who “reads” his Harry Potter book with his stylish shades. . Somehow Creeps McGee can read while staring at all the 20 yr old women walking around in bikinis. Apparently he just reads really slow, because after counting his page turns per hour, the number came out to be three. He must have no education…or maybe he is just a really creepy old guy.

Why. Who. What. These are the thoughts that race through my mind while driving past mini-park II of the champaign park district located on green and neil. This “mini park” is just a 30 by 80 ft patch of grass with a wooden sign signifying that it is a park. This would be the park that you bring your kids to if you felt like making them cry and become depressed. It is the worst excuse for a park I have ever seen.

DON’T GO TO NERO’s. That is unless you want to eat spoiled meat. The workers are rude, the food is nasty, the building is dirty, and spoiled meat is served there. A friend of mine was drunk and had a couple of the cooks that were hanging out outside over to smoke drugs at his place. They all got high and the workers started telling stories about how they serve drunk kids spoiled meat because they are pissed they’re working. What bastards.

The worst, ever. Ever. Whoever was in charge of planning out the weight area for CERCE should be put in jail. Every time I go there, I get angry. Even on time when I won the mega millions lotto, I went in there and somehow I felt mad. It is too crowded, the weights are set up all over the place and unorganized, the machines knock into each other, and it smells like crap. Don’t go there.