DTH at a Glance: A hit below the asteroid belt
When I was younger, I used to be obsessed with going to space. As in, so obsessed that for years I said I wanted my body to be buried on the moon when I died.
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When I was younger, I used to be obsessed with going to space. As in, so obsessed that for years I said I wanted my body to be buried on the moon when I died.
As is the case with most kids who grew up watching too much TV in the early 2000s, I absolutely adore "Halloweentown." Even though "Kalabar’s Revenge" gave my third grade self nightmares for six months straight, the series will always hold a special place in my heart. From the cheesy dialogue to the tacky costumes, everything about it screams “cinematic masterpiece.”
A consistent theme among DTH social media managers is that as hard as we try, we are all very, very confused when it comes to football.
On Tuesday, state Sen. Fletcher Hartsell, R.-Cabarrus, was indicted following an investigation into his use of campaign money for "private purposes."
Tattoos are cool. Tattoos are art. Tattoos are something I wish I could get. Unfortunately, that won’t be happening any time soon for three reasons:
In my first grade art class, we did a project where we painted waterfalls. Mine, a flowing beauty backed by a purplish-greenish-brownish sky and surrounded by a magical forest, I considered to be an absolute masterpiece — my magnum opus, the highlight of my career. The classroom was my studio; the school hallway, the MOMA.
Contrary to popular belief, I am a huge, mushy-gushy, lovey-dovey romantic.
I miss high school sometimes. I never thought I would say those words, but I really do. High school: the good ol’ days. Those days when I could be an unproductive member of society without feeling ashamed. Back when I could eat my body’s weight in Doritos in one sitting and feel like a proud mom to my food baby.
Stop playing yourself, kid. You saw two yellowish leaves hit the ground yesterday and you’re calling it fall. But you’re not fooling me. I don’t care if the first day of autumn is on the 22nd—until the temperature drops below a constant 90, the date don’t mean a thing to me.
When I was about 5 years old, I got stung on the hand by a bee. After that, I would run away crying from anything with black and yellow stripes, whether it was an actual insect or a zebra I colored incorrectly during kindergarten.
I allow myself to watch one scary movie a year. ONE. What joy is there in watching weird little kids crawl out of wells and mirrors like freak-show contortionists? Instead of even trying to watch a horror film, I’ll just read the synopsis on IMDB so I can hold intelligent conversation, but I can promise you on Jason and Freddy’s graves that I have never even been in the same room as the DVD.
There are very few things that make me dislike a person. I believe in the benefit of the doubt and like to assume that most people are respectable human beings. But the one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate is an individual who believes the Backstreet Boys are in any way superior to NSYNC.
I spent summer 2K16 interning in Boston. I moved there knowing no one and spent a lot of time exploring the city on my own, which sounds like the premise for a cool indie rom-com. Unfortunately, there was plenty of independence but a severe lack of romance and comedy.
When I was a wee high school senior reading articles titled “The Ultimate College Girl’s Guide to Having the Perfect School Year” on Pinterest, the number one tip that always stuck with me (after “get plenty of sleep and exercise“) (ha-ha) was this: “Don’t forget to call your mom." No matter how old you get, it is a universal truth that your mom can make you feel better almost instantly.
I will never understand how Olympic athletes can possibly be made of the same flesh and blood as I am.
Recently, we wrote an article deciphering UNC lingo for confused first-years.
I think I was the only kid growing up that liked fruits and vegetables more than hamburgers and ice cream. Like a nerd.
Hello, subscribers old and new — and welcome to another great year of DTH at a Glance! I'm Danny Nett, the DTH's online managing editor, and I'll be returning to write the newsletter once per week this fall.
With the popularity of normcore fashion on the rise this year with no sign of slowing down, style has slowly but steadily become less about the clothes and more about the accessories, highlighting the importance of unique hair, makeup, and statement jewelry.
Source: Nicki Minaj - "Anaconda", courtesy of MTV