legallyheidi:

drewdagostino:

Northeastern State of Mind (complete lyrics)

I crossed over the green line, just missed getting killed,
but it’s not nearly as scary as my last E-bill.
Workin’ on my biceps over at Marino
Kill it at Qdoba with a bean burrito.
Another at Boloco, TKO at Chicken Lou’s.
As soon as it’s November, don’t forget your snow shoes.
Pajamas in Dodge Hall, sleep in the comfy chairs and
change into a three-piece to go to the career fair.
8am class, your professor can’t speak English.
Get three pieces of sushi, eat it on a square dish.
Wait in line for hockey to hear the fans cheer,
but what about the football team? They cut them last year.
Need another credit, so you can start your masters?
Just take jazz or natural disasters.
Buildings might collapse, so proceed with caution,
but we’ve got the only Taco Bell in Boston!

Northeastern
Don’t go through the fens on a night jog, you’ll be in the crime log.
Here at Northeastern,
you’ll wake up to ambulance sirens, wait for proctors to sign in.
Here at Northeastern, eastern, eastern!

Just snuck on the T, ‘cause I’ve got no cash.
Feeling like a badass ‘til the driver gives me whiplash.
Another lame party, busted up by the cops.
Now it’s 3am again and I’m at BHOP.
Tons of free T-shirts, even more flatscreens.
I guess that’s why we just moved up in the rankings.
No, I don’t have a minute for the environment.
I just wasted all day waiting for the quick print.
Wicked’s not a real word, you start to say it anyway,
and you block traffic on Huntington everyday.
Walking down the street everyone’s got a North Face,
heating unit just broke down in my place.
We’ve got homeless guys, girls in five-inch heels and bar fights,
but I bet you’d never guess it’s just a Wednesday night.
I’m a co-op, no I’m not an intern.
Aren’t you a junior? No I’m just a middler!

At Northeastern,
missed the dining hall ‘cause you’re too late?
Get hot wings at Outtakes!
Here at Northeastern, we have spring break in the winter.
What the hell is a middler?
Here at Northeastern, eastern, eastern.

Like I just said, I’m what they call a middler here.
It’s really just another excuse to stay a fifth year.
I go to Northeastern. Isn’t that Chicago?
No, that’s Northwestern. I know you think they’re smarter though.
Go get hustled by the one arm pushup guy.
Head to Stetson West, wait an hour for my stir fry.
Check out AfterHours for a mediocre concert,
get caught drinking and apologize to OSCCR.
Chalk on the sidewalks to get your attention.
Watch out for the packs of incoming freshmen.
After spring semester, get a free sofa.
Find the creepy baby heads over at the Mofa.
At the student center, everyone’s got a Macbook.
Argue with the bookstore when they deny your textbooks.
What happened to the Burger King? No one really knows.
Now I’m stuck living on Rice Krispies and Cheerios.

Northeastern.
Make sure you don’t get lost in the tunnels
or late night in Ruggles.
Here at Northeastern, you’ll live and die on the Green line
and never be on time.
Here at Northeastern, eastern, eastern.

The library’s freaking humongous.
Country’s safest campus but don’t go past Columbus.
I want catch the Symphony orchestra next door.
I want to talk to that girl, but we’re on the damn third floor. Third floor.

At Northeastern,
we eat at Cappy’s for dinner,
get our laundry delievered.
Here at Northeastern,
we have a ballfield at Speare Hall,
we gave up on football.
Here at Northeastern, eastern, eastern! (Third floor)

This is effing BALLER!!! 

Totally off-topic….but I must pay homage to my alma mater!

(Source: drewdagostino)