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By Shannon Ho I saw a video on YouTube the other day in which a guy proposed to his girlfriend via use of a...

By Wes Koseki When I told my friends that I was going to Paris, I was met with squealing voices that rivaled a child’s...

By Colleen Humfreville The deep, rich and complex aroma almost stings your nostrils as you get a whiff of the raw, natural coffee —...

By Taylor Weik Mornings and evenings now require warm sweatshirts and jeans, restaurants and cafes at the University Town Center have more business than...

By Carly Lanning This summer was the summer of dance for me. Having not been to many clubs predating my 21st birthday, this novel...

By Annie Kim Remember all of those New Year’s resolutions … the same goals we set year after year and tend to break...

By Charles Lam OC Beer Week will be taking place this week, from the second to the eighth, all over Orange County. The event,...

By Emily Centeno When you mention the word “relationship” on campus, some students laugh it off as a joke, making it seem as realistic...

Breakups are the worst. The crying, the heartbreak, the exchanging of sweatshirts and toothbrushes left behind in the aftermath.With the memories of your happier times as a couple burned into your brain, it is amazing that we continue to survive our breakups.Then you realize that once again, you are single: numero uno, riding solo, drumming to the beats of your one-man band.

In one of those happy and idyllic moments that can be tainted by neither time nor maturity, I remember her soft, heather-gray fur brushing against me as a gentle purr emitted from her throat. Her paws began doing what I like to call “num nums,” her toes flexing in and out to the beat of her soothing purring.

You read the advice from a fitness magazine and it recommends you to consume a small meal the size of your palm every two hours in order to boost your metabolism, regardless if you are hungry or not. Then the next Yahoo health article that pops up on your news feed tells you to eat your meals at a set time each day.

Every once in awhile, I develop a craving for steak and beer that can only be satisfied by a trip to the butcher and the liquor store. Being the considerate roommate that I am, my steak days tend to become steak days for the rest of my housemates. Normally, my bouts of carnivory are well met and the night is spent searing, eating and being lethargic in happiness.