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In-N-Out or Five Guys – a familiar dilemma. Much like Yankees or Red Sox, PC or Mac, or “Spy vs. Spy,” both burger chains can create a division between even the closest of friends.

Last week, I bought a box of blueberries because as I was walking down the stand of vibrant colored fruits, those dark blue, rather round and voluptuous blueberries seemed to call my name. I stared at the box for a while. It was $7.99, which is a pretty good deal for a box of blueberries (especially since berries in general run on the expensive side). I couldn't stop my love for berries and bought them. I rushed home, grabbed a handful of blueberries, rinsed them in my sink, and stuffed my face with swee … sour and squishy blueberries! I was pretty furious and almost headed back to the grocery store for a refund. I paid $8 for a box of sour, soggy blueberries. As a broken wallet college student, you know what I could buy with $8? That could've been breakfast and lunch.

Parkour, a French creation originating in the 1980s, in its simplest definition is the act of moving from one point to another while using the obstacles in the environment to increase efficiency. When combined with the aerial and acrobatic stunts of freerunning (a subset of parkour,) you get modern-day freerunning and parkour (FRPK).

There’s nothing better than a perfect burger. A properly prepared one is comprised of plenty of pleasurable mouth feels from warm crusty ground beef, velvety melted cheese and lightly toasted bread. When done badly, however, burgers can quickly descend into an unappetizing mess of ingredients that barely go together. As simple as putting some meat, cheese and vegetables between two pieces of bread may seem, putting together burgers presents some interesting problems not normally present in other dishes.

“Spontaneity” is defined as behavior that is the result of impulse, not planning. I spent one year as a Boy Scout when I was in second grade. I never learned to tie complex knots or survive in the wild a la Bear Grylls, but my impressionable mind locked the motto “Be prepared” into my young memory.

Game of Inches Freshman goalie Jennifer Randazzo reaches for a penalty kick. UCI vs. USD == UCI Welcomes Veterans' Discussion UC Irvine hosted the Veteran Forum Thursday Nov....

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I’ve probably driven by Salon Meritage more than a hundred times in my life. I can’t possibly count how many times I’ve walked right past it on my way to Main Street, or to the Shore House Café, or just to a friend’s house.

I don’t need to try very hard to convince anyone I’m a big eater. Before I became a vegetarian, I would go to Cham Sut Gol for Korean barbeque with a few of my hallmates and finish 6 platters of meat with two others. I would also occasionally go to Brandywine and devour up to 5 chicken breasts along with a ham sandwich and top it all off with a grilled cheese.

No matter which college you attend, there are always horror stories that you learn of after you move in as a freshman; murderers hiding in the closets of school buildings and haunted dorm halls, for instance. However, there is one story we freshmen are constantly warned of; a story that is even more terrifying and gruesome than all the rest because it can actually happen to us. Yes, this threat is the “freshman 15.” Cue the frightening screams and the piercing shrieks.

There are a ton of reasons to hate amusement parks. The long lines, the heat, the exorbitant price for food … But as much as you may hate being put in that situation, we ride operators hate dealing with customers who come to the park surprised that this is the experience.

My family is anything but stable. My parents were divorced when I was four, my mom hasn’t talked to my aunt since I was in high school, one of my cousins hasn’t talked to his parents in years and I refuse to talk to my older brothers. The only other family member (other than my mom) who I actually cared about was my cousin Geoff.