I’ve been thinking of getting a tattoo. Right now, the only thing I’ve officially decided on is where it is going to go: on my left ring finger, on the soft skin beneath the knuckle, on the side where it meets my middle finger. The tattoo itself will either be a small... Read More
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Can I write about fake IDs now that I’ve been 21 for a few months? Is there like a statute of limitations on having fake IDs where if I pretend ~hypothetically~ to at one point have had in my possession one (or four) of these beautifully bendable laminated cards, I... Read More
Why beat around the bush? Pornhub isn’t working on Brown’s wifi. At first, I thought this was a “me” thing. I thought some issue with my phone was barring my access to this beloved porn website, so I suffered in silence; but it came to my attention that this is... Read More
by Emily Adams Today, I battled the elements and nearly lost. But to my surprise, I still remain here on Earth, opposed to whatever cloud I could have been frolicking upon, had the elements prevailed. I live to tell the tale. On a morning stroll to the local Starbucks, I decided... Read More
by Emily Adams When winter blues roll around, I reach for a jar of Smuckers, some good old Skippy and two hometown slices of whole wheat bread. Smiling heightens endorphins, frowning causes wrinkles, and a PB & J breeds happiness and butterflies. In the darkness of midterm season, sandwiched between... Read More
Teaching assistants. We all have them. We all simultaneously love them and hate the subject they teach. We can all thank them for providing incredibly vague hints about upcoming exams. Some of us have even fantasized about our future with our TA’s (in my case: I’m visualizing a studio apartment... Read More
by Emily Adams Cold Season 2016 Dear Nose, Please, turn the brightest shade of red and flake around the nostrils. It’s your time to shine. Seriously, shine away. Your Rudolph-esque beauty is impossible to hide, because physically, you burn to the touch—thank you for that. The sensation keeps things exciting.
I had always considered myself an ethical and morally upstanding human being until a particular Broadway musical was released last year. If you’re like me and living in the southernmost place in the United States, broke, and already knee-high in student loans, then you know there’s no chance in hell you... Read More
by Emily Adams As a transfer student, my adjustment to Brown has been fairly seamless. The only issue I have struggled with is centrally located and smells of delightful cinnamon and roasted coffee beans: The Blue Room.
by Emily Adams It’s the Monday after Fourth of July, or as CVS knows it, a day too late to begin the Valentine’s blitzkrieg. In the short span of eight months until its arrival, single ladies Instagram their indifference, boasting about Galentines plans and prioritizing themselves. To hell with pink, chocolate,... Read More