Sabina

Sabina Rose O'Donnell was a lively girl that left a lasting impression on me from the first time we met. She was polarizing in a way--the type of person that draws you near without any sort of formal invitation. It was as though the twinkle in her eyes told you all you needed to know about her, the world, what to see, what to do. It was all there, she had it all, until some monster took it all way.

It's been hard to reflect on all that's happened. I feel the pain of the thousands of people that were blessed to have known this young lady. Friendly and sociable, and smart as a whip; the true legacy she left behind are the individuals here mourning her loss. The people who gathered the night of June 2nd were among the most vibrant, joyous and grateful people I have ever met. Her spirits lives on in them.

A tragedy such as this is enough to put hate in your heart, but looking in the faces of the people that loved her most, redemption was not what came first to mind. They just wanted their friend back, to have one more drink, to have one more laugh. Sabina only deserved the best things in life. She deserved to walk the streets and dance the night away with joy and dignity. She met an end that was unfitting to the life she lead. But, it would be a mistake to dwell on the ugly, because she was loved, and she loved right back. Time will pass, and her injustice will be put to rest, but her lasting impression will never fade, it will only burn brighter and brighter for all to see.

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May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong. May you stay forever young." - Bob Dylan

Philadelphia urban art in action.

The Secret Life of Drinking Games

Gather one, gather all,

'round the TV for last call.

Grab a bottle, rum or gin.

Last one conscious for the win.

For more and more of Generation-Y--aka the Multi-task generation--doing just one thing at a time doesn't quite cut it anymore, and drinking while watching television certainly doesn't enter the realm of difficultly. Let's think, if most of the young demographic can drive, text, and flip through the radio while smoking a cigarette, then sitting and consuming liquid must surely be a breeze. So why not take it a step further? Why not organize some kind of game around the media you're taking part in? Why not combine the typical lazy American' two favorite pastimes: drinking and watching TV? It's questions like these that have been asked and answered nightly during primetime.

So, you're a Lostie, and if the show has gotten the best of you (like the rest of us) then you've surely stooped into some sort of drunken stupor. But, all is not lost, organize! Every time a character appears in another's flashback, take a shot. Whenever a shocking secret is revealed, have a drink. For all with strong stomachs, keep the bottle handy and have a sip every time someone is sweating, panting, or sporting a 5 o'clock shadow. And finally, whenever you ask yourself, "What the hell is going on?"--stop watching TV, get up, and hit the bar.

If all this seems too much for you, then you're not in luck. However, if mild-drinking and decent television doesn't quite fit your lifestyle, then heavy drinking and truly awful programming may be something more palatable. Does this sound like something you'd enjoy? Is suicide your game? Then look no further than ABC Family for the most horrific half-hour of your life and tune into The Secret Life of the American Teenager. It's quite simple actually, just drink when they say "sex." If you don't kill yourself from the programming, then you'll surely die from those 64 shots you took in 30 minutes time. Even the kid with down-syndrome gets in on the fun. Watching the show itself is a fate worse than death, so you needn't worry, you'll be plenty drunk before the urge to gouge your eyes out kicks in.

Drinking has always made normal games more enjoyable. It's you vs. them vs. impairment. If you can master this, then you'll surely be the champion of nights no one can remember.

Hate these shows? Hate me? Make up your own damn game!

First week of school down; 14 to go.

Pursuing an English major my first semester at Temple wasn't all that I had hoped it would be. My courses were drab and boring, my teachers didn't appreciate my sparkling personality (har har), and I felt that my course of study didn't mesh well with my strengths.

So, typical of my rash decision making, I scheduled all Journalism and Mass Media courses this semester, and, thus far, I couldn't be happier. I'm touching all bases: Newspapers, Magazines, Radio, TV, and all the technology you can rot your brain with. I'm a lingering English major cast in the middle of bloggers, writers, shooters and sceamers.

But, out of place is where I belong.

It's silly of me not to mark down these thoughts in my head. Hence my interest in an honest-to-God blog. The days of written diaries are dead, I tell you! I hope to write in this for a long time to come; and fickleness be damned! My wit just can't be contained in 140 characters...::cough cough::...yeah.