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.
Homecoming this year was a tremendous success. ASUCI held numerous events throughout the week which tested this year's homecoming court on everything from...
Twenty years ago, I entered this world with no idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up. Sometime after that, I wanted to become a Pokemon master. At age 11, I was waiting for my letter from Hogwarts so I could grow up to be a wizard. Today, I’m working toward a career in journalism. And for some reason, out of all those career dreams, my mother objected to my career as a journalist the most.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning when my alarm rings. It is time to go to work. After listening to a few seconds of Coldplay’s “Yellow,” I turn off my alarm and open my eyes. The room is dark. The night-light from the hallway creeps under the shut door and provides the only visible light in my room.
