By Carly Lanning
Staff Writer
In my perfect world, people would respect one another, asking for consent would be as practiced as stopping at a traffic...
By Carly Lanning
Staff Writer
Our lives are governed by certain, pre-approved rules: red light means stop, green means go, don’t talk with your mouth open...
By Carly Lanning
Staff Writer
If Joseph Van Dorn had a business card it would read: Biology major, English major, research assistant to HIV studies, CHAMPS...
By Carly Lanning
Staff Writer
Homecoming may have been about popularity in high school but here at UCI, homecoming is based around bringing a community of...
There is an extreme fascination with Hollywood in our society today. The basic questions of what celebrities do, where they go, what they own and what they wear rivals that of a catalogued library.
If my boobs could talk, they would probably say many things. For one, they would probably tell me how much they hated being surrounded by the padding from my high school prom dress. They would probably tell me how uncomfortable it is when popcorn gets stuck down there during a movie. They would probably scream how much they hate Victoria’s Secret because they feel that the saleswomen laugh at them. But most of all, I think they would tell me how hurt they’ve felt that I disliked them for so long, because after all, they probably have feelings too.
Relationships are complicated, plain and simple. When two people fall for each other, there is chemistry, kisses, arguments, hurt feelings, smiles and … exes....