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Note: this year sucked so badly for music that I could only come up with Top 5's instead of the standard Top 10.5 Biggest Surprises5. Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Show Your Bones 4. Mat Kearney, Nothing Left to Lose3. Bravestate, Farewell to the Castle EP2. Lily Allen, Alright, Still1. Albert Hammond, Jr., Yours to Keep5 Biggest Disappointments5. John Legend, Once Again4. Keane, Under the Iron Sea3. Badly

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A few thoughts ran through my head after my parents sat us down and informed us that our house was going up for sale. I couldn't believe that soon I wouldn't be able to jump off the diving board into our Better Homes & Gardens swimming pool, the one fully equipped with the outer picket fence and polaris that shimmied through the water and removed any unsightly debris. I wondered how there could

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Almost done with my thesis.Training for my first boxing match.Move to New York late August.Hope to find time and inspiration to write something soon.

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My hand continues to shake with vibrato after I hang up, maybe even more intensely than during the conversation itself. Over my head lingers a fear that I didn't just end a call, but rather a friendship I've come to realize I've grown more and more dependent on as of late. I am as confused as I've undoubtedly left her tonight. The past 48 hours have been absolutely surreal, staring into space,

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A student one row in front calls my name as I'm hanging my coat over the back of my chair. She proceeds to ask me a few general questions about getting an internship. I give her thorough but efficient answers but am forced to elaborate further when the girl to her right chimes in with a couple of follow-ups. I tell them how many hours I've done a week, when I started on my thesis, when I planned

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It's a quiet Tuesday night, well deserved after another random crazy fest at crisis intervention. I get out of my dress pants, make a little dinner, and get ready to watch American Idol.* I'm stretched out on my leather couch, waiting for the next tone-deaf auditioner to walk into the judge's room and give us the performace of a lifetime. I laugh, I cringe, and I groan at the horrid sounds that

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3 Biggest Surprises3. Natasha Bedingfield, Unwritten. Wins the annual Dido award for "female pop artist who hits the chart with a catchy-ass single that overshadows a surprisingly solid pop album"2. Kanye West, Late Registration. Avoided the sophomore slump with catchier hooks and just-as-deep poetry.1. Jamie Cullum, Catching Tales. Modernized his sound even further to become just as vital a

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I haven't been in the pub for 15 seconds before I hear my last name shouted in a thundering baritone from across the room. Before I can even acknowledge the greeting, I'm being picked up in a massive bear hug, shaken up and down, my ribs slightly crushed against an old friend's burly shoulders. All attention in the pub is now directed at me and the diversion we've created. Actually, it's not the

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My parents lightly shake my shoulders when we finally make it to Aunt Ann and Uncle Gerard's house. One full hour in the car is way too exhausting for a six-year-old. After I sit up, my first view out the window is of the house. The house stands two stories high, old and of fading brown wood. It looks like a historic landmark, much like their diner that has been a staple in Ft. Walton for three

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ok so im soooooo sorry for the lack of updates lately. you know how crazy it can get LOL! no seriously its been too long, i miss you guys LOL! k so even though i havent had much time to write lately heres a quick update. started the new internship. im a crisis worker now. pretty cool, huh? i get to help all the people who come to the hospital and need psychological help, like they tried to

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A reputable boxing site just published an article of mine. I don't give a shit if you know nothing about boxing. This is a big deal to me! Check it out:http://www.eastsideboxing.com/news.php?p=4956&more=1

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She told me that all the way back when she was a child, she had picked out her first daughter's future name. I laughed and said that I wasn't sure if "Emily Kate" went well with an Italian name like "Perillo". That didn't matter, she said, because she was the mother, had picked out the name in advance, and besides, Emily Kate fits in just fine in the South. This is true, I said, except that I

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Going back to my elementary days, I've seen countless people that drew my awe because they were just so "cool." As I got older I found myself more and more attracted to these people, though the factors that created this aura of coolness had no doubt changed. When I was more rapidly maturing, I soon recognized that not all who appeared cool actually were; many merely hid behind an image, a mirage

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Rest in peace, Leavander Johnson.You leave this world a champion in all boxing fans' hearts.

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When you're sitting at your desk doing work, and you turn around and make incidental eye contact with someone you don't know, sometimes you do the half-smile-and-nod, right?But do you walk over to the person, extend your hand, and say, "Hi, I'm (first name)."? And then walk away?No?Well, David Crosby does.

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Ask people what their favorite movies are, and they'll proceed to mention a few Oscar winners, a few classic comedies, and one or two lesser-knowns. Ask people what their favorite foods are, and once they get past pizza, the list is a random menu of savory decadence that leaves you running to the supermarket (unless, of course, their favorite foods are celery and rice cakes). Ask people what

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I had been waiting in the apartment next door for over 20 minutes, and they had yet to return with the beer from my fridge. The can in my hand was completely seeped of any condensation, and the drops sticking to the bottom were warm. My options in this situation were few. Going on about the current state of elementary schools with the sixty-year-old couple on the nearby couch didn't enthrall me,

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When the people in my program started receiving Year Progress Reviews from the faculty, I was grotesquely curious about what my letter would say. I had no idea that at the end of the school year, my professors would gather together to discuss me; talk about their perceptions of my performance, attitude, and effort; and eventually hand me their verdict of my being on scholastic stationary. The

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1) The women. No doubt I was spoiled by the 24 hour catwalk that is the University of Florida, but Harrisburg is the city that style and grace forgot. Most of the girls seem to crawl out of bed without giving a shit whether I'm attracted to them (it would be a futile effort anyway), and the rest need to find a sun ray and stay clear of the Hershey factory. There's a reason the only girls I've

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Know who you are,and be proud of him.I still don't know how these words were engrained into my brain, and I still don't know what compelled me to scribble this phrase into a place where I'll see it everytime I prepare to go out.But at the time I decided to focus my life on that theme, I started to make commitments toward becoming a better person. I've grown immensely in the past few months. If I

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Last week, for the first time in almost 9 years, I cried. My dry spell of tears has long been considered an unexpected and disturbing phenomenon by my friends. How could a pussy like me not dampen a single tissue in those emotionally endearing years between ages 14 and 22? Now, don't misunderstand, in many instances my eyes have watered. Sometimes it's gotten to the point where my face subtly

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I've long considered my 17 days in South Africa that opened 2002 as perhaps the most important time of my life. It was during my time there that I grew from being a child, found a closer connection to God, and learned of the beauties that can be found when you step beyond the barricades of home. Detailing the entire trip would take an extensive dedication that I don't have at this time, so I've

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Atop the growing pile in my hamper sits a white undershirt with a light coat of mucus on the bottom-right side. Even after another restless night of tossing in my usually comfortable bed, I awoke this morning feeling like today could be the day, the day I felt better than I have in a while. The tops of my eyes didn't have the same ache, I woke on my own free will rather than from a coughing fit,

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As my apartment is krpytonite to cell phones, I walked downstairs and went outside to talk to Rockhard. We were planning another one of my weekend trips to New York, joking about bukkake, you know, the usual. As I was saying something trivial to Rockhard, I was interrupted from behind by the voice of a female. "Hey!" was all she said.As she walked past me, I recognized her as a girl I met a few

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My ear has gone numbfrom what my friends have become.When does the therapistget on the appointment list?I've heard so many problemsthat now I've made one of my own.

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I've never understood why there's always a traffic jam when two lanes have merged into one. No, I get that one lane of traffic must stop and put on their blinkers and wait for someone in the other lane to slow down and wave them in. Of course with everyone slowing down, stopping even, traffic will jam up. What I'm talking about, though, is after the lanes have merged into one. We've got a flow of

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Now back in school for summer classes, I'm sitting in the back of the classroom, the butt of my professor's jokes, the horrible victim of being heard mid-sentence with something that could easily be taken out of context. Let's just say some of my new peers may think I'm a crossdresser. Let's also just forget that and move on.I'm taking notes in the back next to a classmate who, though I don't

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I'm getting an incredible reward for finishing up my first year of grad school: the family is coming up. Here's the part where I'm supposed to either comically typecast my parents and sister as caricatures or vent about all the fights we've had, but the truth is they're pretty normal people. We have a great relationship, all get along splendidly, and I've never had a serious fight with any of

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The last trip I made to New York was a little different than my usual trip of getting drinks with friends followed by a wholesome day with insert-relative-here. I had a primary goal in mind: to find Hubbard a good time. My entertainment, my drunkeness wasn't of top priority. I wanted to personally help my best friend find some lovin and happiness. This was a guy who, in a matter of weeks, broke

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When it comes to women, I like all the colors of the rainbow, but there are a few things that'll put me off. I probably can't date you if you:... describe food as "yummy"... don't smile even if my joke sucks... refuse to call me back because you like to be chased... hate Republicans... hate Democrats... tell me I shouldn't eat meat... choose Jessica or Ashlee as your favorite Simpson... consider

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It must be the end of April, the end of spring semesters at universities nationwide, because that season has come where I have lots to say but little time to speak. I know we're getting close to summer because I just wrapped up my spring courses, and my friends back and Florida are talking about graduating. They're in a position I felt a year ago, wondering how bittersweet the commencement will

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Two years ago I had a surprise at my apartment doorstep when hot sorority chicks had chalked across my sidewalk things like "I love my men from the Panhandle!" and "U Rock my World!"Tonight I had a surprise at my apartment doorstep when in a small tupperware bowl were baked goodies with a note: "From Tom and Ethel, Thank you for helping with the microwave."How things have changed.

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I had gone up to New York knowing my best friend Hubbard would not be there, leaving me and the other guys to entertain ourselves. On previous occasions I had hung out with them. I met Rockhard and Mike back in Pensacola, and Avery was always around whenever I'd make the 3-hour trek to the greatest city on Earth, but our times together were always with Hubbard. Hubbard was not only the mutual

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... minutes later my friend Ninny would rub his ass on this guy and repeatedly scream, "My bum is on Tom Green! My bum is on Tom Green!"... she performed my favorite concert of all time.... this shot perfectly summarized the end of our relationship.... it took me 5 hours to stop laughing, then I took this picture, then I finished shaving.... we're all grabbing our crotches.

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6:14 am: I wake up to the tune from The Godfather, my cell phone ring. This interrupts a dream I'm having where I'm dry humping this girl I knew from high school. I hope I'm hallucinating. If I'm not, someone better be dying.6:15 am: The floor beneath me goes 6.0 on the Richter scale. I know my 260 pound uncle is charging toward my room. Someone better be dying.6:16 am: On the phone is my best

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My two best friends would talk about her every day, fighting about who would get her. They said she was cute, blonde, real sweet. She was one grade younger, which could have been somewhat of a deal at that age but seems more ridiculous with each passing year. No matter to my best friends, though, who were each convinced that she liked him and not the other. It was the first time I had seen guys

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There's that scene in Office Space when Peter is asking his neighbor Lawrence what he would do if he had a million dollars and money was no longer a life obstacle(though I don't know how secure a million dollars is in the long term this day and age). After Lawrence's two-chicks-at-the-same-time line he asks Peter for his answer:"Nothing... I'd relax, I would sit on my ass all day, I would do

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Listen to "Burning in the Sun" by Blue Merle and tell me the lead singer has listened to anything but Coldplay in the last two years.I haven't given the Johnny Cash resurgence a chance. Whether that's fair or not I don't know because, well, I haven't given it a chance.Eminem manages to make a song I absolutley love on each album.I need to get back into the jazz scene, and I think my first task

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When I was little, my cousin Gerard would always bring his girlfriend over to our house. Of course, it was a new girl each visit, and let's just say there were many visits (many... many... many.). Now he's finally decided to settle down with my wonderful new cousin Stephania. His first words to me minutes before his wedding: "I threw up an hour ago."I know what you're thinking: the black dress.

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Bryan Starebucks: I was taken aback by his intense "Hello, Clarice" eye contact when he spoke to me. By the time he insisted I stop by his Starbucks and say hi, I suspected I was getting hit on. A few minutes later a forty-year-old woman he apparently knew began straddling him in that way a stripper does to the nicely dressed innocent-looking guy 10 minutes before she gives her "I'm new here and

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I just watched the 1998 NBA All-Star game on ESPN Classic. Early on Isiah Thomas commented how Shawn Kemp had managed to stay the same size since Isiah had met him as a teenager. Of course, a few months later Kemp gained about 85 pounds (and about 4 kids). This maybe the biggest (no pun intended) case of ironic broadcasting I've ever heard (runner-up being during Tyson-Holyfield 2, when 30

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Earlier in the week as we were driving to class, the car was filled with worrying and predicted catastrophe from my friends, an impending doom as we were about to take our first exam of the semester. Their voices were tense, their outlook bleak, and their nerves quite obvious. In fifteen minutes we would be given a test expected to be quite difficult, one in which all the students would come into

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I'm in a transition phase of my life where I've made a singular major change, and at the same time I am ill-prepared for other major changes in my life. There are things that are very important for me to do while I'm here on Earth. I want to have a job I love, a woman I love, children I love, and a city I love, not in order of importance by any means. My current situation is a necessary phase in

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"I said before that I wasn't going to vote in this election because I was opposed to it happening at this time, when the country is so clearly unprepared for it. But now after this violence I will vote and I know who I'm going to vote for, not for a party list but for a good candidate who I know will be right for Iraq. It's the only weapon I have."

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The man with lots of money but nothing to invest it in is at risk of wasting it. Then the man loses some of that money available to him, spends the remainder of it on a wife and kids rather than getting another suit for himself, and now he has infinitely more to show for it. He doesn't have as much money, but he's far wealthier, and far happier. The man with lots of free time but nothing to do

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Top 5 Non-2004 Albums (Heard first in '04) 5. Fountains of Wayne, Welcome Interstate Managers (2003). If all you know is "Stacy's Mom," you're missing out on one of the best power-pop bands out there. 4. Jeff Buckley, Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk (1998). He drowned before he could finish his second album, and still he leaves us with a powerful, eclectic, passionate album. Oh, what could

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Some 2005 Resolutions: Improve my SpanishFocus on some form of songwritingDiscover 10 new great musical artists/bandsBe less standoff-ish on the phoneDevelop my Master's ThesisAttend a boxing matchFind a vegetable I likeTalk more to strangers

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I have this idea that one day I'll be daydreaming about a mysterious being telling me about someone who would hypothetically be the perfect girl for me; then I look at the girl I have my arm around, look back, and reply in my head, "No thanks. I'm set." And that's when I'll know.

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For almost three weeks now, I've been on Christmas break, away from Penn State and safely back in my hometown of Pensacola. Up to the time for Christmas break I wondered how I would handle that long a stay in Pensacola: 3 weeks. That's 21 days, 21 days in the city I called home for 18 years. Check that-- I've called Pensacola my home for the past 22 years and will do so until my death, but

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I kept telling all the people I was meeting at this party that we were in the greatest city in the world. Over the course of the day I had driven across a great deal of it, where 7.5 miles takes an hour in the car. In that time I drove by famous actors, ate food that makes me sweat just thinking about it, saw a city that truly never sleeps, and best of all, shared it with people I love. I had

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None of us had been to the movies in a while, not going to any multiplex since early last summer. This was also the first time the four of us had been together since I moved to Harrisburg, and going to see a well-received family movie like “The Incredibles” seemed like an appropriate outing for some of that ever-diminishing family time. We were all entertained by the movie, jokingly making

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We asked the usual questions that break the ice on a first date. There is always that sense of satisfaction or excitement when you discover that you share something in common with another person, and this date was no exception to that rule. On my drive home that night, I realized that out of the many things I found out about her, one of the things I was most enthusiastic about was the fact that

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1. Thanksgiving comes and goes, while Christmas fades in and fades out. We know when Thanksgiving begins (on Wednesday, when family begins flying into town) and ends (that moment on Saturday when you refuse to make another plate of reheated turkey, casserole, and pie). It's set over a few days, giving it more of an impact by announcing "Hey, it's time for Thanksgiving!" Christmas is no longer a

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Grad school is very much about work. You and your professors put time limits on you, the student, to complete a certain amount of tasks. You've essentially been hired (though usually you're not the one on payroll) to do research while at the same time learn the basics and the ropes to your professional field. The work piles up, and there's never a break. Unfortunately, there is such a demand of

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Hot nurses approaching thirtyMy name coming from a female’s voiceProfessors who understandScallops “The Cloud Prayer” by A.C. NewmanAss massages50 degree weatherProperly placed appreciationOnline pokerThe smell of fruit-flavored lip glossSurprise e-mailsA store full of foodEgo boostersThe drone of a fan as I sleepVibrating couches Big patios Terrible jokes executed perfectly Old men who

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At my age of 22, I’d like to consider myself indestructible. I am in the best physical shape of my life, can pull an all-nighter without suffering, and drink large quantities of beer and still be ready for breakfast the next morning. Nagging aches, fatigue, and medical conditions are for the old. Their bodies are not as strong as mine. They are worn, and they are weak. I am young, and I am strong

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"I voted for Bush because I asked myself which ads pissed me off the least." "(I voted for Bush) because Kerry's an idiot." "I realized that everyone I know that voted for Kerry is an idiot, and everyone I know that voted for Bush is an asshole." "If you vote for Bush, you agree with Toby Keith. If you vote for Kerry, you agree with the fat little Dixie Chick. If you vote for Nader, you agree

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I almost felt a buzz before even stepping through the revolving doors at Gainesville Regional Airport. We had been talking about this trip for weeks, my return to the old college town, and we anticipated an orgy of crazy times for my weekend stay. It had only been the old college town for a little over two months, but in that time the state had survived four hurricanes, I had begun taking grad

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Movies people think I'm crazy for not seeing that I feel no urgency to watch: Pulp FictionDirty DancingAmerican BeautyThe Shawshank RedemptionStar Wars Episode IShrek 2A Beautiful MindGone With the WindShakespeare in LoveCitizen KaneAnimal HouseRaiders of the Lost ArkPretty WomanMy Big Fat Greek WeddingAny Harry PotterAny Lord of the Rings

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I guess you could call it a game that Furio and I used to play. Furio was my roommate my first two years of college, a random assignment that turned out golden. We had a hobby of not throwing out our trash in a timely fashion. Beside our mini-fridge and microwave were piles of discarded to-go boxes and freshly browned banana peels, all festering until someone gave in and walked the 50 feet to the

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I've always considered myself to be reserved yet open at the same time. What I mean is, I keep to myself and don't usually go out of my way to voice my opinion or discuss my personal life, but I have no qualms about doing so and am comfortable answering almost any question. This is how I have always perceived myself, but that's not the person who came out last night. I essentially have two true,

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At 31 days and 1 hour (thanks to the one-hour tilt back from Daylight Savings), October is the longest month of the year. It's a good thing, because I need that extra hour in this month more than ever. If September was for getting my feet wet in grad school, October is figuring out how to escape from quicksand. It's a bunch of little things, and a few big projects, that just add up to a weighty

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I've always had favorites in every sport I watched. And out of all the favorites, I assumed my favorite of all favorites was the New York Yankees. I'd bask in the glory when the Pinstripes would snatch another pennant and have my Braves fan buddies waiting for the next year. People would roll their eyes and claim I was merely rooting for the team that would win and provide me flase vicarious

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Who scores higher on the Unintentional Comedy Scale: Flavor Flav or Charo? At this point, you've gotta wonder if Dallas Baker beat up that referee's kid. When did Troy Aikman lose his Elvis Voice? I personally believe Dave Chapelle is more Wayne Brady (very good within his niche) than Eddie Murphy (all-around comedic genius). All You Can Eat Wings is the most underrated meal ever. I've

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The Taco Bell Award (for making me feel like I would vomit or crap my pants): CNN, for waking me up to an erroneuos report that my dad's hospital (and where my dad was during the hurricane) had been hit by a tornado. The Nyquil Award (for helping put me to sleep): My dad, for calling me at 11 am with, "Yeah Ant, I just got back from home. Everybody's ok." The W. Award (for helping me laugh with

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Humbling how quickly nature's wrath, wind, and waters hurt yet unite us.

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Getting out of the apartment and finding cool chicks to hang out with. Returning home after failing to find a bar in another town, only to discover we were a half block from the bar. Hearing the musical entertainment at Chick's play "Hey Joe," and having my friend comment, "Oh I love Jethro Tull." Having a girl clean my kitchen at 3 am while I go into the other room to check the FSU-Miami

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It feels different this time. There aren't any feelings to shout patriotic cliches or sing a song or shed a tear. Now the reminders bring ill feelings, reminders not only of what happened three years ago, but also reminders of the reality that we are participants in a war, of the mystery of what happened to our quest to take revenge on Osama, reminders that this election has caused us to fight as

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To say life in Pennsylvania is different than my time in Florida would be a gross understatement. In Gainesville, seeing anyone above the age of 35 or below the age of 16 made you do a double take. Now I live in a building that until this year was reserved as a retirement community. I have neighbors with names like Ethel and "Old Bill" who walk together through the parking lot, if you consider

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My college apartment is barren. Most of my possessions sit inside a 14' U-Haul. Tomorrow I drive toward my new home: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. I have a mini crush on Avril Lavigne (partly because of her new video, and partly from when I heard her tell a guy, "You'll never make oot with me").

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Jamie Cullum- Twentysomething John Mayer- Why Georgia Rosie Thomas- Sell All My Things Keane- Everybody's Changing Ben Kweller- Living Life Over the Rhine- Hometown Boy Jet- Move On Fountains of Wayne- Hackensack Switchfoot- This is Your Life Rufus Wainwright- I Don't Know What it Is Coldplay- A Whisper Shawn Smith- Leaving California Sondre Lerche- Things You Call Fate Jimmy Eat World- My

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Jerk, the best bud: every epiphany I had was influenced in some way by himFurio, the spikey-haired roommate: conversations were 45% Simpsons quotes, 100% hilariousAaron, the guy with a mustache: had more nicknames than anyone, starting with PunkfaceRob, the creepy neighbor: "Anal" was his middle namePhil, the imported beer guy: gave me my first imported beerBig Dan, the German guy who's always in

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1. Low Carb Bacardi. Can anyone honestly say they were deterred from having one more shot of rum because of they had passed their carbohydrate count for the night? Anyone who considers choosing a low-carb alcohol as health-conscious should be shot in the forehead with a BB gun. 2. Low Carb Pizza. Who knew the Freshman 15 wasn't caused by the grease, cheeses, or multiple shredded meats atop those

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Maybe I should eat out later today... But I want to eat healthy... So maybe Bonefish Grill, the one place I haven't been to on Archer yet... It would be too expensive... Maybe I'll go one day for lunch... Like when Mason and I go to Ballyhoo... Last time was pretty good, the raw oysters... He picked up the bill because I paid last time... Otherwise, I would have had to deduct those meals from the

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I had ventured into Publix just to pick up a steak for tomorrow's 4th of July barbeque, but it appeared as though I had committed some market faux paux by not sporting a date on my hip.

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We were best friends in high school and could still be considered that four years later. Long after my parents had gone to bed, we potatoed on my couch and sat staring in astonishment at the TV. We had attached the camcorder to the television, and on the screen were hormone-laced skits we had produced as voice-cracking 14 year olds, the faces of classmates who now seem like more than a distant

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This band broke up, so I never played with them. This girl never returned to another meeting. I never saw her again. This list is no longer needed now that I have a job and spend my evenings at the boxing gym. This trip proved amazing, and the only thing I compromised was $250. This sickness was well worth it. We briefly dated, then she rejected me, then she came calling back, then I rejected

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We had entered the same venue that was home to the previous night's amazingly tight Shins concert, but time had not been frozen, and this was not the previous night. Being that our group consisted of a recently married couple, an unemployed college graduate, and a student intern who had yet to be paid for his 45 days of work, we only had the funds for one beer apiece. Sadly, twelve ounces of

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Why are there handicapped parking spaces at Sonic?

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1) Holy crap: the first installments of "I Love the 90s" air on VH1 next month. Bring on the BK Knights, Saved by the Bell, and the flat top hair do's! 2) Number of prints taken from a roll of film during my first two years of college: 300-plus, easily. 3) Number of prints taken from a roll of film during my senior year, 6 months after getting a digital camera: zero. 4) Boxing is my new tennis

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...joining people who understand that walking is mostly a means to an end and not a meticulous craft in need of careful execution. A trip to Wal-Mart today was pure torture as I tailgated behind several plodding senior citizens and indecisive parents who seemed like they were actually contemplating e-a-c-h s-t-e-----p. I would accelerate past these stumbling blocks at the nearest opening, only to

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Tomorrow my muscles could experience new dull aches like nothing they've ever felt. For the first time I participated in the sport I love that no one else seems to get. One hour later it required conscious hand-eye coordination to open the door and enter my car. But I loved the experience so much that not only am I interested in continuing throughout the summer, but I already found a gym for it

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People see my family music collection and one of the first questions to come after how the hell do you listen to all that? and how much do you think all of those cost? is: So which one's your favorite? My dad can spit it out immediately, and it's a somewhat predictable answer: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles. As for me, it used to come out just as easily. I'd say MoodSwing,

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"Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers "Ain't Too Proud to Beg" by The Temptations "Airbag" by Radiohead "All Apologies" by Nirvana "Amsterdam" by Coldplay "August in Bethany" by The Juliana Theory "Beautiful Child" by Rufus Wainwright "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen "Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen "BPD" by Over the Rhine "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison "Con te Partiro" by Andrea Bocelli "

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Write songs Practice trumpet/sax/piano Read books Write a book Become a runner Drive around the country Work on my cooking Become an online poker player Make lists in my blog

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Right now I'm out of school, have no job, no girlfriend, and very few friends around. And somehow this feels strangely appropriate. I can't explain it, but I'm content with this summer slowly becoming a time where I wander alone. Maybe I can explain it after all: I'm fine dedicating some time to, for, and with myself and only myself. We rarely find such opportunities. I had never seen a waitress

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Raise your hand if you have such a strong family history of kidney stones that even your dog gets them.

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Almost three weeks ago, I was sitting in the library equipped with two paperback books, a spiral notebook, and a trusty Number 2. Friends Ben and Nick sat with me at a private study desk against the wall, all of us freshly rejuvenated from a recent trip to the coffeehouse for Americanos, Iced Mochas, and whatever Nick drinks. Twas a late night for all of us. As Conan O'Brien's opening monologue

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I'll get back to you after graduation.

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Do you realize? Do you believe in magic? Where have all the cowboys gone? Have you ever seen the rain? Do you love? What the fuck are we saying? What's the frequency, Kenneth? What ever happened? What am I to you? What are we fighting for? Can I borrow a feeling? Are you ready for the fallout? Are we ever gonna have sex again? Why don't we do it in the road? Who is he? (And what is he to you?)

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The same professor has won our Criminology Professor of the Year Award for every one of the 16 years it's been awarded. Again tonight, he approached the podium to loud applause and a few "Woah, big surprise!" cracks from the audience of criminology students and faculty. He had no written speech in front of him but was very focused on his message. His tears in the closing moments of his message

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My life is changing.

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I drove home last Wednesday through the mind-numbingly dull stretch of road that is I-10. Just like I always do, I hummed "Old Folks at Home" as I drove across the Suwannee River. Little did I know, this would be the final time I would share this tradition with Russ Camaro, the green 1995 Chevy Camaro I've had since I turned 16. Russ Camaro started to die on me about a year and a half ago. He'd

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There are so many to thank for this awesome Monday, so if I forget you, I'm sorry. Thank you to: Whoever cancelled Crim Theory today The jolly bus driver who looks like Santa Claus John Corson Sonic Cherry Limeades Frank Sinatra All You Can Eat Wings God Lorraine (you'll learn about her tomorrow) The Penn State admissions office The Penn State assistantship nominating committee Penn & Teller

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My new compilation idea is "The Questions of Life." Every song title must be in the form of a question and must have a question mark in the title. If the artists did not place the question mark in the title, forget it; that's a disqualification. Any suggestions are appreciated, just make sure the song has a damn question mark in the title. For now, here are the questions I have... Why don't we

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I was thisclose to telling my friend that his sister was cute, until I found out it was his girlfriend.

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Thank you for helping me win all my tournament brackets!

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I woke up early one morning and walked into my parents' bedroom. My sister was asleep in the bed with my mom. I decided I would be nice and serve them breakfast in bed. When I asked my sister what she wanted to drink, she put on a goofy 4-year-old grin and said, "pee!" About ninety seconds later, I returned with a Dixie cup of my fresh naturals. She stared intensely at the cup, until my mom

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For reasons I can no longer remember and probably wouldn't understand, in second grade we had "elections" for our favorite dinosaurs. It was a full democratic process; we even had private booths and ballots to circle our choices. Tyrannosaurus Rex and Brontosaurus were the obvious popular choices for the carnivore and herbivore elections, respectively. They won easily, but I voted for the

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Within an hour on Friday, I had been placed on two alternate lists. If St. John's comes calling, I'll definitely listen. Actually, part of me wants to sit by the phone waiting for their call. But as for the girl, if she calls, fugghedaboutit!

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