We can’t find anyone around the office who knows a damn thing about meteorology, so we tried the next best thing and consulted the chicken entrails.
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I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need: to stop seeing stupid mustaches and toques every time I’m on hinge.
Today, I’ll be giving you my truest thoughts on pneumonia, the baddest, no, the realest illness to get during early December as a university student.
You must know, Tuesdays are for ritual coffee breaks with the homies. A few Tuesdays ago, we were settled on a crumby three-seater in front of the greasy Nest Fresh Slice.
"I am driven to kill. Everyone else should do the same."
As Pea Man once said, “If music be the peas of love, play on.”
Fueled by Mogu Mogu
Will you make eye contact?
Building community through shared struggle is an integral element of the human story, which is why UBC is doubling down and releasing Itdoesn’twork day — a downgrade of its already unpopular system of record, Workday Student.
After a month spent looking for him, an afternoon chasing him down from the SFU mountain and 17 seconds of eating a very tasty hot dog (running down a mountain is no easy feat), I sat down with the hot dog guy.
The only thing scarier than midterms? Not having a sick Halloween costume.
Based on a true story. (Literally, this is just something that happened to me.)
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when Chipotle first opened on campus, like a mirage in the desert — or, more accurately, a glistening beacon of guacamole in a wasteland of sad cafeteria salads and overpriced Starbucks sandwiches.
“No worries,” I thought, glancing down at my closed-toed footwear. Feeling confident, I strutted forward, without worrying about the puddle in front of me.
"You think everything's tormenting you."
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