Spring Break
The Campus Activity Board has released its' winter schedule. They have kept all of the events that the student body has come to love, and increased the number of "one-time" events, which in the past have included discount trips to sports events and places like the Mutter Museum.
I realize that publicly admitting this will reduce my slim chances of getting a date from one millionth of a percent to a percentage based on the weight of an atom ... in metric tons. However I really do not care about that, as I enjoy having my weekends free to sit and watch something wonderful, something amazing, something Japanese - ANIME.
Triangle Entertainment, for your education
I walk past the Lemon Grass at 36th and Lancaster Avenue every day. And, like clockwork, every day I press my nose up against the glass and inhale. Up until this week, I'd never been in there, and knew only one thing about it: it smells like heaven. If they could bottle a cologne or perfume that smelled like the kitchen of the Lemon Grass, I would bathe in it.
There is a sign in University Crossings at the top of a stairway. This sign is made of a large piece of plywood, and upon this large piece of plywood are spray-painted the words "DANGER HOLE." Every now and then, I will pause as I walk by it and contemplate the possibilities of something with such a glorious name as that.
So, it's the beginning of winter term, and you've got nothing to do. Let me take a moment of your time to talk you into writing for the entertainment section. First, you'll get heaps of free stuff. In entertainment, we get CDs, tickets to see movies before they come out, movie posters and promo kits, and occasionally things like books and opera tickets.
A pick from us to you.
In the early ninties, Sharon Stone was one of the hottest women on the face of god's green earth. The scene in Basic Instinct where she crosses her legs may be the single most often parodied moments in movie history. In fact, the majority of young men in our generation lost their virginity to that film, one way or another.
People that know me well would probably say I am easy going. I'm not really loud...I talk a lot, but not to the point of nausea or anything. I could probably stand up for myself a little more, but I choose my battles wisely because there are very few things that truly infuriate me.
Fate is a cruel master, and time a savage god. That's why I shouldn't be surprised that I received a copy of the best Christmas album of all time too late to review it for the Christmas issue. When reading this review, I ask that you pretend we're still in the Christmas season, looking forward to heaps of presents and pretending to give a crap about your fellow man.
