Overheard in Ann Arbor

Overheard in the grad:

“I left my book at home. God damnit. FUUUUUUCCCCCCCCK”

that sucks during finals.



“So what’s the deal with Dana’s blog?”

Granted, these were acquaintances of mine, but still.  I have never told them anything about my blog or what I do.  I really never even speak to these girls.  But because I recently posted my blog in the “Overheard at the University of Michigan” facebook group, many, many more people have access to and are viewing my blog.  I did not think that by posting anyone would actually click on it–in fact, I thought people would think I was kind of a weirdo with a blog that no one cared about, which is why I was hesitant to post it at first.  But the day I posted it I got 89 hits on my blog, which is far more than I got any other day of the semester.  I cannot tell you how good it felt to have people approach me about it and say, “Dana! I just read your blog! It’s funny!”  At first, I was not sure whether I was going to continue to post on my blog, but now that so many people have seen it and I put it in a Facebook group,  I feel like I can’t just abandon it, which makes me feel important (sort of).  It was the perfect ending to the semester to be recognized for something I’ve been doing the whole time–and by someone other than my classmates (not that I don’t appreciate it from you guys too!).  But to hear someone talk about my blog was GREAT.  THANKS!

Ugh. I’ve been sitting here since 1pm working on the same paper.  FINALLY I heard something stupid enough to be worthy of a spot here.  I’m also grateful because it allowed me to talk about something OTHER than declining voter turnout…

Boy #1: Are breast milk and skim milk the same thing?

Boy #2: No

Boy #1: Why do they even have whole milk?

Boy #2: I don’t know.

Boy #1: No one drinks it and it tastes the same as skim milk.  I guarantee if I had to choose which one tastes better I couldn’t because they taste the same.

Boy #2: No they don’t.

Boy #1: Okay I’m gonna put two glasses of milk in front of you, one whole and one skim and you have to guess which is which.

Boy #2: Okay.

Boy #1:  Okay, by the end of tonight we’ll have a milk contest.


There is just too much to say.


2.  Skim milk and whole milk do NOT taste the same AT ALL.  I’m personally a fan of skim myself, but sometimes in my coffee I’ll use 1 or 2%.

3. A milk contest? Please.

The big family news this year was that my cousin sent in a rap video audition for “Who Wants to be a Millionaire”.

We heard that he was actually invited on to the show but never made it to the hot seat because he did not win the fastest finger challenge (he actually broke the machine entirely by hitting it too hard).

And that was the end of it.

Or so we thought.

Being as he is my mother’s first cousin’s kid and we don’t see him a lot, I guess it’s kind of understandable that we did not hear the updates.  Regardless, I am pretty close with him when we see each other so when I heard this at Thanksgiving I was completely shocked.

Max: “…yeah so they invited me back to the daytime version and I won $15,000”

And yes, he did say it that casually.

WHAAAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?! MY COUSIN DID WHAT?!?!?!?!??!?!

He went on “Who Wants to be a Millionaire”, hosted by Meredith Vieira and won fifteen THOUSAND dollars.  I have the videos here:

I was VERY excited about this…also, just as a side note the two life-lines he did not call are my mom’s cousin Lori (his aunt) and my great uncle Mark.


Posted on: December 8, 2009

This is a new phrase I heard.  Some examples of it might be:

“Should I make out with this random guy?” “Yeah, DIFTS!”


“What would you do if i wore this crazy hat out in public?” “You HAVE to.  DIFTS!”

The meaning?  Do It For The Story.

I heard a friend of mine use it today.  When I had never heard of this abbreviation she seemed kind of shocked.  I actually kind of like it though (although I’m not normally a big fan of “abbrevs”).  There are so many times when I’ve known people who have done things, or I’ve thought about doing something just for the story.  I’ve definitely worn crazy things out in public on football saturdays and in camp just so I can say I did.  It also gives people an excuse to do weird things and not be judged for it, which I guess is a negative.  I hope it catches on though.  It’s a pretty cool sounding word.

Thursday night, I went to my sorority’s semi-formal.  Being as my love life is kind of dull right now and I didn’t want to take a friend, I decided to try being set up for a date party for the first time.  A friend of mine set me up with her friend.  We had met a few times welcome week but that was as far as it got.  The night actually went really well (or so I thought).  I had a good time and he was a good date.  I don’t think I met my husband or anything but all in all it was a successful semi-formal.  I decided to text my date the next day to thank him for coming with me and to wish him a happy birthday which we discussed was the following day.  My text message read:

Hi **** it’s Dana, I just wanted to say thanks for coming with me last night I had a really good time.  And also happy birthday!!

Harmless enough, right?

Four days later I have yet to get a response.  I wasn’t expecting anything like “No Dana, thank YOU. Best night of my life. And thanks!”  But perhaps, just a “Thanks Dana” would do.


I know that some people don’t think it’s always necessary to respond to a text message but I’m not from that school of thought.  Just because I didn’t say it to his face it doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t feel compelled to at least acknowledge that I said something to him.

I guess it wasn’t such a successful date party after all…Oh well.

I was on facebook today when I got a notification that a bunch of my friends had joined a group called Overheard at the University of Michigan ! I was really excited…some of them are actually pretty funny.  Check it out!

Tweets from Overheard in Ann Arbor

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