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President Barack Obama should get the Guinness World Record for “the most tons of stuff to protect him.”
Today I walked through the aisles of Athens Goodwill with two friends. One of those friends started walking faster suddenly and pulled my hand toward him. He whispered to me, “Watch that little girl over there.”
Disclaimer: This is not a personal account, I assure you, I just have this friend, see, who recently moved to Columbus. His name is Guy — Guy ‘Shades’ Patterson, stepbrother of George Glass. He sent me some tips about someday leaving the college life and entering the real world, so I figured I’d share them.
As I sit here, I cannot help but notice the blustery white flakes falling gracefully just outside the cozy confines of my second-floor dorm room.
OK, let’s yank those eyes away from the cobwebs that have accumulated in your wallet (spiders need homes, too!) and focus on the lighter things in life. I say that to give you the allusion that I stop to get serious sometimes. So on to the third way I knew I wasn’t in small town America anymore — the sites, traditions and events that are more unbelievable than Kim Kardashian’s marriage.
While wandering campus, it’s impossible to find a single person not utilizing technology in some way. Whether it’s blasting dubstep on an iPod, clutching a laptop or gossiping on a cell, we are all guilty of being attached to technology.
Breaking news is always fun.
Is the Republican primary season too confusing for you to follow? Then this is your one-stop shop for a rundown on all the candidates this year.
Recently, a friend of mine and I had a falling-out. We had been friends for around 13 years and had never enjoyed anyone’s presence as much as each other. I guess the saying, “Distance will make or break your friendship” is true. I also believe in the saying, “Time heals everything.”
It’s blue for boys. It’s pink for girls. It’s green for gender-neutral environments. And now, it’s orange for choose-the-gender-that-you-need-for-dominance.
People often speak of the nearly telepathic connection between twins, but what of the often-understated reciprocity among mere siblings?
My friend Jimmy is a natural when it comes to getting girls. When he is not even trying, they flock to him. I don’t know how he does it.
My brain has finally refused to stop working — and in this day and age, I don’t really blame it.
After nine years, almost 4,500 deaths of U.S. soldiers, tens of thousands more Iraqi lives and $1 trillion, we can now say the Iraq War has ended.
“You may want to consider getting these lumps removed as they might be cancerous,” my doctor suggested to me as I sat on the edge of my seat in his brightly lit examination room.
At first glance, nursery rhymes seem childish, with nonsensical meanings hardly worth another look. I myself listened to them for years as a child, and all they solicited from me were a few laughs. After all, no sane mind would feed innocent children anything other than innocuous nonsense. Right?
How many of you have ever been interrupted while telling a story you were excited to tell? Or maybe discriminated against for whatever reason? Or even, let’s go way back, picked last on the playground? I can safely bet every person has felt disrespected at least twice in his or her lifetime, and we’re not even truly into the “real world” yet.