My Friend Tipper
So I'm pretty sure that Tipper Gore and I are going to end up best friends. I mean, as soon as she realizes that it's possible; yeah, we'll definitely be best friends.
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So I'm pretty sure that Tipper Gore and I are going to end up best friends. I mean, as soon as she realizes that it's possible; yeah, we'll definitely be best friends.
A few days ago, a friend of mine said he'd stop time just to watch TV. Granted, it sounded pretty stupid, but as I had just spent the day running around, dealing with too many classes and trying to fit in too many unnecessary activities, I knew exactly what he meant.
With all of the ordeals and issues happening around the world and on this campus, some very critical ones just don't get enough attention. Here at Dartmouth, we obviously talk a lot about space: social space, living space, etc, but we just don't have enough discussion about study space.
Everything purple is a good thing. A simple thought, but an important one, too. In fact, judging by everyday events as well as some of our most moving literature, I think it's possible to assert that a whole philosophy of life can be based on the simple color purple.
We value logic in this world. Sound reasoning, sanity, rationality, objectivity, balance, coherence and common sense are all things we look for in other people as signs of success, stability, and generally just normalcy.
Death is a hard thing to deal with. I know that I can't even handle thinking about it, thinking about leaving this world forever, thinking about people I love dying. And my life doesn't even really have anything to do with death.
Julia Louise-Dreyfus, the goddess of primetime television and creative essence behind the great Elaine Benes, never made it through college. No, she left Northwestern University after only three years. Similarly, Tom Hanks, possibly the most wonderful actor to ever grace the screen, left California State University before graduating.
So I guess people are in a little bit of a tizzy
Basically, we can do everything on the Internet. Particularly at this school, the great land of the Macintosh, our lives are shaped by the words of the web; we register online, receive class assignments online and hold conversations online.
Creative eaters, bizarre consumers of food, have made their marks everywhere. Just in my own little corner of the world, for example, I enjoy the habits of my hallmates, who consistently shove repulsive items like icing, marshmallow fluff, honey-mustard pretzels and Balance Bars into their starving little mouths.
After the events of this weekend, I believeI have found a way to combine the forces of good and evil into one amazingly beautiful, awesome event. Specifically, I would love to bombard the wasteland known as Kiewit with jars of a most divine sandwich-spread, peanut butter.
Going to bed these past few weeks has been a nightmare ... except of course, a true nightmare would involve actually sleeping. And that's the problem, I just don't have that ability anymore.
Sometimes the worst things in life can teach the best lessons. In my case, the thing that brought me a life-altering inspirational message was a movie -- a pretty bad movie, I think most would agree.
With Thanksgiving just a couple of days away, I've been trying to decide what to give thanks for this year. Sure I look forward to seeing my family and friends this weekend and appreciate having them around, but the things I am really thankful for are much smaller.
A few days ago my roommate got up several minutes earlier than usual and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Following the shock of her earlier alarm, I soon followed.
Obviously, people around here have not seen enough "Saved by the Bell." Lack of exposure to this quality television program has become apparent this week with an irreverent attitude towards a serious issue: the use of caffeine pills.
I don't know why my roommate doesn't bring me little glasses of orange juice, bowls of chicken soup and boxes of Kleenex. Surely she knows I'm sick; I've complained about it pretty constantly for the past week.
Technology scares me to death. Once a proud neo-Luddite, I have spent the past few years arguing passionately, complaining publicly and writing dramatically about the harms of new technological advances. I refused to use e-mail and agreed to "surf the Net" only when forced by class requirements.
For most of us, this is a time of beginning in our lives. Some of us are just beginning college, and even upperclassmen are beginning their years of adulthood, beginning to live alone and beginning to accept more freedom and responsibility.
I miss television.