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Wait….did I miss the Prime Time again?

September 21, 2007 • 1
“The prime time of your life The prime time of your life The prime time of your life” -Daft Punk My high-school boyfriend once tried to get me to sleep with him by using what I like to refer to as the “Prime Time of Your Life Theory.” His argument was that we would never »
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Hives + attractive Danes = study abroad fun

September 7, 2007 • 0
The first thing I did when I got to Denmark was break out in hives. It took me a while to figure out what happened, both because I was not personally familiar with hives and because I have a tendency to put faith in elaborate conspiracy theories (intelligent viral strains, engineered hybrid insects). I went »
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Titties on display = rejection cure?

April 27, 2007 • 0
I think I am in heat. You know those movies where the guy gets bitten by a werewolf and he only has five minutes until he turns into one himself? And his girlfriend is crying over him and he’s all like “Go, go, save yourself,” but she is clearly deaf and just stands there? And »
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‘Awkward’ doesn’t actually exist; you’re just sad and pathetic

April 6, 2007 • 0
I told a friend that I don’t believe in awkwardness, and he replied, “Have you met yourself?” Despite this crippling reminder of my fallibility, I hold firm. This may sound hypocritical, as I am renowned for creating uncomfortable situations, but even if awkwardness exists, I will not acknowledge it. Awkward is sweeping the nation. Its »

‘The Mikado’ promises Yum-Yum fun

April 6, 2007 • 0
Entering the crowd, Nanki-Poo begins to sing while masquerading as a wandering minstrel. But, unbeknownst to most, the young man is actually the son of the title character of Gilbert and Sullivan’s classic “The Mikado (or, The Town of Titipu).” The intrepid Nanki-Poo (Sam Bolen ’10) has assumed the disguise in order to dodge the »
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Speed dating to find a mate: mornings-after made more awkward

February 16, 2007 • 0
The sweetest Valentine I ever received was written on a jagged half heart of black construction paper. In silver crayon, it read: “You are the blade to my knife.” It seems that men just don’t show that kind of devotion these days. Or they do and are incarcerated. Now another Valentine’s Day has come and »