You consider McDonald's "real food."

You actually like doing laundry at home.

4:00 AM is still early on the weekends.

It starts getting late on the weeknights.

Two miles is not too far to walk for a party.

You wear dirty socks three times in a row and think nothing of it.

You'd rather clean than study.

Half the time you don't wake up in your own bed and it seems normal.

Computer Solitaire is more than a game it's a way of life.

You schedule your classes around sleep habits and soaps.

You know the pizza boy by name.

You go to sleep when it's light and get up when it's dark.

You live for getting mail. (E-mail included)

Looking out the window is a form of entertainment.

Prank phone calls become funny again.

Wal-Mart is the coolest store.

World War III could take place and you'd be clueless.

You start thinking and sounding like your roommate.

Blacklights and highlighters are the coolest things on earth.

Rearranging your room is your favorite pastime.

You find out milk crates have so many uses.

The weekend lasts from Thursday to Sunday. (or Wednesday morning to Tuesday night

A teacher in a kindergarten school was asking the little kids to tell her the uses of light.
Bernard said: We use it to see in the evening when the sun sets.
Gerard said: It is useful so that we can read in the evening.
Luc said: We need it for TV and radio etc.

When all kids said what they thought; little timid Isabelle raised her hand.
- Yes, Isabelle, what else we use the light for?
- We eat it. Said Isabelle
- What do you mean, honey?
- I don't know. But I heard my mother saying to my father last night:
"Switch the light off and put it in my mouth.”

What Boys Want
When my sister teased her four-year-old daughter by suggesting she liked a certain boy in her kindergarten class, the little girl was quite indignant.
"No mommy, I don't," she replied, "because he's only interested in one thing."
Shocked, my sister cautiously asked what that might be.
"Power Rangers, of course," said the toddler

“Why don’t you smile?” the teacher asked little Peter. “I didn’t have any breakfast,” little Peter replied. “You poor dear,” said the teacher. “But to return to our geography lesson, little Peter: Where is the Canadian border?” “in bed with Mom – that’s why I didn’t have breakfast!”