Libby Hill
Libby Explains Things Everyone Should Know
I have so much advice left to give and so little time left to do it. Thus, in my final column I’m foregoing the letter format and just telling you what you need to know to get you through the rest of your time here at SDSU and in life. Delusions of grandeur? Absolutely.
Baseball Sucks!
Holy crap, do I hate baseball. That’s right, I think it stinks. There are very few things that I dislike more than watching a long drawn out baseball game on. And I watch golf on TV, for cripes sake! It’s not that I haven’t tried to like baseball; I really have.
Friend Wants to Help Lovestruck Girl
Dear Libby, One of my friends just hooked up with a guy and she’s doing that thing where she ignores all other life forms and dotes on him day and night. I’m a little jealous, obviously, because we used to be pretty close. The past few weeks I’ve barely seen her, let alone done something fun with her.
Birthdays should always be fun, full of gifts like money, Lite Brites
To be completely fair, I should tell you that I have a lot of strange and completely irrational opinions on how the world should work. I understand this, and am well aware that in ever so many cases, the way I feel about something is wrong. With that said, let me tell you my dumb feelings about the way we should celebrate birthdays.
Clean a Conflict for Men
Dear Libby, My roommate is a complete neat freak and I am not. This makes it incredibly hard for us to get along. At our apartment, luckily, we each have a bedroom. Mine is a pit, the way I like it, and his is immaculate, the way he likes it. The problem is the shared living space.
Columnist’s thoughts encompass piano man, pageants and pagans
So, Ben Folds, huh? The news that one of my absolute favoritest small time musical artists would be performing in South Dakota for the first time , thanks to a local university made me very excited. The fact that the university in question was not SDSU, but rather (ugh) Augustana, had me less than excited.
Spring Trip A Problem for Couple
Dear Libby, My boyfriend has invited me on a trip with him over spring break. The problem is, it would just be us two. OK, no, that’s not the problem. The problem is that my parents are concerned that it will just be us two. The thing is, I’ve been sleeping with him for about 8 months now, but my parents live in the idealized world of the 1950s and assume that we’re waiting for marriage.
Musings on a quiet Oscar party
What if you threw a party and nobody came? Such a philosophical query came to my mind Sunday night when Todd and I threw our annual Oscar party and, well, hardly anybody came. Admittedly I was of two minds about the situation. For one thing, I’m never very comfortable being the hostess, as I’m always deathly afraid that our friends won’t “mix” or that people will see how Todd and I really live.
Unique toilet yields silly story
As I sit down to write my column this evening I find myself not wanting to talk about this past week whatsoever, as it’s been what one might call, a phenomenally bad week. So instead I’ve decided to share with you a horrifyingly embarrassing experience from my past in order to win friends and influence people.
Girl Wants Out of Camera Lens; Guy Debates Cross-Country Chase
Dear Libby, My boyfriend is a photographer, which I think is really artsy and cool. The thing is he always wants to take pictures of me. It makes me feel uncomfortable when he snaps shots of me. And I never know when he’ll do it — when I’m eating or laughing or even sleeping! Some of these pictures are not at all flattering and I don’t like him having them once they’re developed.
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