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Violent protests erupted around the Middle East and northern Africa last week over a bizarre, inflammatory movie trailer posted on YouTube that portrays Islam as a fraud and Muhammad as a pedophile.
Cream-colored walls and linoleum floors.
Many people feel that happiness is induced by the love, praise and attention from others. But, this is not true in the slightest bit. I cannot say that I am completely innocent in being a part of this group of people that base their mood or emotions on other individuals. We all have our days where we feel like the world is out to get us but believing that creating happiness rather than looking for it, happens to be a trick I have realized works.
I've been a happy sheep of the flock of Apple for the last 9 years. I've owned Macbooks, 4 generations of iPods, an iMac at one time, and was raised on Apple PC's, in fact I'm writing this on one right now.
Being a woman sucks.
But on Aug. 8, we saw “Honey Boo Boo," also known as Alana Thompson, grace us with her presence elsewhere on her very own television show called “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.”
After Saturday, I'm embarrassed.
I know everyone has been on this kick of saving the world and going green. And I am all for it. Really, I even recycle my Honey Nut Cheerios cereal boxes and unread State News newspapers.
I thought the hardest part was going to be making sure I didn’t trip while walking down the aisle.
Upon entering the Oval Office, President Barack Obama promptly promised to usher in a series of changes, one of which would be closing the detention center at Guantanamo Bay.
After hauling a queen size bed, a fish tank, home to a baby Sulcata tortoise, lamps, a desk and the rest of my life into my new apartment, I sit on my leather couch with a cool glass of Mountain Dew and a smile. I am now the proud renter of my first apartment with two of my best friends.
I come from down south in Saint Louis, Mo., where I attended Lindenwood University last year.
I remember what summer vacation used to be like.
Recently I was with my friend drinking black coffee, rubbing our eyes from a long day’s shift in our wrinkled dress pants.
That's three now. Three mass shootings in a little over a month. 72 injured, 19 dead.
Anyone who spent more than a few hours on the campus of Central Michigan University during the 2011-12 academic year could tell things weren't going well.
Sometimes their eyes flit away upon meeting my own, like a man caught gawking at a teen with unorthodox facial piercings.
The U.S. bi-party political system is about as American as apple pie.
Queen Elizabeth II's wave is still as stereotypically dainty as it’s always been made out to be.
I’ve never been one to believe in the zombie apocalypse. You know, when cannibalistic savages of the rotted dead eat society to pieces? Oh yeah, and spread the zombie plague. I don’t think so.
