lady gaga will eat miley cyrus's first born child

Last night was a brilliantly accepted reminder of why I am at art school. Thank you, frat parties at Johns Hopkins, for being so terrible. Just because you're smart doesn't also mean that you hold interesting people, who listen to good music, and dance well. On the contrary, you hold bros and awkward girls who sip on dumb forms of liquid encouragement, that all throw their hands in the air and sing along to the Miley Cyrus mixed with some unfortunate rap song. You also only where sweat pants and running shoes, or mommy jeans and maternity blouses.

MICA, on the other hand, holds delicious Thanksgiving potlucks filled with four forms of potatoes, cranberry sauce, and a tofurkey by yours truly, long naps, Trash Art Shos, and Lady GaGa.

Are the two even comparable? I think not.