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SHE said: Taking one for the team

Envision this: You and your best friend are at a bar or party, and you catch the tall, dark, handsome, Collin Farrell-esque guy across the way eyeing you, knowing full well what he is thinking... mmhmm. Perfect, right? Not until you realize that the busted guy standing next to him is his best friend and the whole situation has shifted from a little one-on-one time to a tag team event.
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The Worst MUSIC of 2003

Limp Bizkit - Results May Vary: Unfortunately for Fred Durst, results do not vary on this festering sore of an album. The results from critics were clear and universal: every song sucks. The only thing worse then a post 1998 Limp Bizkit album is Durst's delusional obsession that he has "hooked up" with every female star in showbiz from Britney Spears to Angelina Jolie.
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The Best MUSIC of 2003

Her Majesty The Decemberists - The Decemberists: For an album made by five people out of Montana, this is the most British album in the past 20 years. Colin Meloy's lyrics are some of the most poetic ever in pop music, sometimes even inventing his own slang ("lino" for linoleum, "chimbley" for chimney, et cetera).
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The Best MOVIES of 2003

Kill Bill, Vol. 1: "Kill Bill" was undoubtedly the best film of 2003. The story behind "Kill Bill" isn't outstandingly interesting, but that's what makes Quentin Tarantino's storytelling stand out that much more. From the animated film within a film explaining the life of Tokyo's underworld queen to the now-familiar Tarantino scene sequencing to the superlative soundtrack, "Kill Bill" is an unbelievable experience in film.
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LETTER TO THE EDITOR: We pay enough to have the snow cleared

To the Editor: I'm writing this letter to address something that I think everyone at Fairfield feels the same way about...the snow removal situation. Now, I completely understand that it's unusual to get this much snow in Connecticut, but come on, we couldn't even get out of our building on Sunday because the steps were pure ice.
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LETTER TO THE EDITOR: Thanks for cleaning up after us

To the Editor: It is now 4:30 in the morning. At around 2:30 a.m. myself and one of my roommates, Brian Hess, arrived at our room in Claver Hall after hearing the news of the fire. It was a soggy return. Upon opening our door, my roommate and I were all but enthralled to find our room floor under water.
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EDITORIAL: Snow Job?

Did you go to your classes Monday? If you didn't, we couldn't blame you. Walkways and roads around campus were still covered with inches of snow and ice days after the weekend blizzard that dumped about a foot of snow on Fairfield. Of course, not many could have predicted getting buried under 12 inches of snow just days into December, but winter weather in New England is not so far-fetched.
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SHE said: Drinking your Christmas spirits

Busy lines at department stores, eight-foot tall inflatable Santas, twinkling lights covering houses. Yup, it's Christmas and you know what that means, an influx of invitations to annual holiday semi-formals. After developing my pictures from this past weekend's extravaganza at the Traffic Barren/Immaculate Consumption (whatever the name is this week), I have realized that holiday parties are a legitimate excuse for a drunken mess.