This past weekend was good practice for me. I spent Saturday afternoon at Oriole Park at Camden Yards, watching the Baltimore Orioles lose in their typical maddening fashion to the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.
It may only be April, but for me, this weekend marks the unofficial start of summer. No, it's not because of the gorgeous weather outside.
It finally happened. It took a few nights, but it happened. There I was, hanging out by the door as a party at my place died down last week.
It's finally almost here. It took six weeks of snowstorms and midterms, but it's finally two days away.
It's that time of year again -- romance is in the air. Come Friday, Charlottesville will be littered with flowers, chocolates and girls wearing pink and red accessories.
He's handsome. He's charming. He's got a heart of gold and a body of steel. He has a 1000-watt smile that can light up a room.
As the semester winds down, Winter Break is fast approaching. I realize there still are two weeks of class left, and a long week and a half of finals.
When I visited my family two weekends ago, I offered to help my younger brother Mike pick up some new dress clothes for his high school homecoming dance.
