Favorite recreational activity:

Playing golf.
Playing guitar.
Playing basketball.
Playing football.
Playing bassoon.
Playing some Sinatra and kicking back with a glass of scotch.
Playing racquetball.
Playing Snood.
Sleeping.

We're going to Norris.  Are you in?

Yes. [proceeds not to show up]
Yes, but I'm not staying.
Yeah, I'm going to Regenstein later anyway.
I'll let you know when I get back from my internship.
Yeah, I'm going to the library anyway.
No, seeing as I'm not on the meal plan.
I'm actually meeting somebody there.
Maybe.
I'm always in.

On the weekends, you get up:

Early, to work.
Early, then take several naps.
Later than usual, but generally by noon.
In time to catch the Giants game.
As early as need be during big golf tournaments.
Early enough.
Around midday.
Around two.
Whenever.

Someone says something hilarious.  You:

Laugh heartily.
Make a follow-up joke which dies.
Laugh so hard you cry.
Toss your hair appreciatively.
Punctuate your laughter with something like "Aw, jeez."
Laugh until your eyes water, then accuse the person of being insensitive.
Laugh, but not as much as everyone else is.
Get it five minutes later.
Write it down.

Music you're most likely to be playing:

Reel Big Fish.
U2.
Bob Dylan.
John Mayer.
Frank Sinatra.
Yngwie Malmsteen.
Destiny's Child.
Blink 182.
Whatever, any of it.

Favorite beverage:

Gin and tonic.
Scotch (any Glen will do).
Crystal Light.
Screwdriver.
Jagermeister.
Blue Hawaiian.
Wine cooler.
Gatorade.
Lift.

It's spring break.  You:

Serve the greater good.
Go to Cancun, intent on getting laid.
Go to Cancun, intent on getting wasted.
Go to Cancun, intent on getting both laid and wasted.
Go to Cancun, grumbling the whole time.
Go to Vegas.
Go to New Jersey and complain about how boring it is.
Go to Minnesota and complain about how boring it is.
Go to California and complain about how boring it is.

Free concert tickets:

Only if it's for a band I like.
Only if it's for a metal show.
Good, since U2 is so expensive.
Radical! [jumps up and down]
Yeah, sounds cool.
Whatever.
Nah, that's all right.
If I don't have quiz bowl that weekend, maybe.
Make me come.

What happens when you pull an all-nighter?

I go to the library to study.
I go to Norris, where I hope to pick up girls.
I do it three times in a row.
I start writing my paper at four a.m.
I don't pull all-nighters.
I stay at home and drink coffee.
I practice guitar until the sun comes up. Wait, all-nighters involve studying?
I bitch about the German test I am clearly going to fail.
I stay up until five doing nothing, then fall asleep for two hours, then study from seven to eight.

When loaded, you are most likely to:

Lick some boob.
Insult everyone in the room.
Not notice how much everyone else is drinking.
Challenge a street sign to a fight.
Throw up, then swear off alcohol the next day.
Tell a stranger how good your food is.
Fall down a lot.
Curl up into a fetal position on the floor.
Slowly pass out.