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Humor: why making us laugh might get you further than spending hours getting readyBy February 27, 2013 - 11:35pm As I watched the Oscars Sunday night, it only further confirmed my love for funny girls. I’m not talking about stand up comedians or anything scripted, but rather the spontaneous, unrehearsed, quick witted girls. Jennifer Lawrence embodies this unconventional sense of humor that makes her so incredibly desirable. I mean, what other actress can trip at the Oscars, accept an award, and call herself out for a mistake that would frazzle other actresses? She is perfect because she knows she is not and wants the world to know it is ok to be a little bit crazy. Yes, she is absolutely gorgeous, but so are millions of other girls. She has this magnetic personality that we aren’t accustomed to seeing in other starlets. Just check out some of her interviews if... |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: Think Really HardBy December 9, 2012 - 10:00pm My head was swimming as I slowly pulled open my tired eyes. My sight was hazy, the world around me blurry and out of focus. I blinked a few times and the room I was sitting in began to clear up. It was dark and damp. I could see wooden beams vaulted overhead and a little bit of sun light leaked in from a small, high window. I could feel the rough rope that bound my arms together behind the back of my metal chair. I was the only one in the room and the few sounds I could hear were my own breathing and the distant hum of city traffic. At least it didn’t seem like I was still in the city. READ MORE |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: 6 Months LaterBy November 15, 2012 - 4:35pm I sat at the Café Angevin in the heart of Paris; a cappuccino firmly in my hands and a book of love poems propped against a vase of daisies on the table. In the reflection of the glass, I could see myself the way the outside saw me: a dark, artistic looking girl with long black hair. They didn’t know it was a wig. My black beret and beatnik clothes made me look like an art student in France, enjoying a mug of coffee and the crisp, autumn weather. READ MORE |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: Jane Doe of CompanyBy November 8, 2012 - 4:04pm Immediately after I was pulled out of the room, I found myself faced with a group of twelve Ghost agents, all dressed in nicely pressed suits. Only the best to capture me, I guess. “What do you think,” Smith asked over the buzz of the alarms. “You take half and I take half?” I chuckled darkly. “Oh please. I can handle more than that.” “Is that a challenge, Janie.” “Only if you can keep up.” The other agents made the first move and lunged at us, lions pouncing on their prey. Smith and I spun into action. I pulled up the hand that Smith had shoved something into and was glad to see that my assumption was correct when I pointed the handgun at a pair of assailants. With four easy shots, they were on the ground... |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: RunBy October 19, 2012 - 5:16pm He was here. The little traitor was sitting in the same room as me and had the nerve to smirk like this was all one big joke. Sarah had to hold me back by my restraints as I lunged for him. “Let me at him!” I cried, thrashing around as if I were a wild animal. The room looked at me in shock, all except John Smith who chuckled and gracefully stood from his seat. With small, calculated steps he made his way over to me and stopped only a few feet away. A staring contest began between my harsh glare and his amused gaze. READ MORE |
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Her Campus Eckerd Loves Kickboard ScootersBy October 16, 2012 - 11:28pm Have you ever been running late for a class and every single yellow bike on campus has been mysteriously abducted or turned upside down for repairs? How about actually contemplating getting in your car and driving to the CEC? Fear not. Put down the car keys and go to kickboardusa.com/campus for a faster, greener and, let's face it, vintage way to get to class (when was the last time you took a joy ride on a scooter? So fun!). READ MORE |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: Hello, JanieBy October 12, 2012 - 4:30pm It had been three days. Three days since I woke up in Ghost. Three days since I read Smith’s note and found the hidden word “white” and wondered what that backstabber was trying to tell me. Three days of sitting alone with my thoughts, only interrupted by the delivery of my meals. During my time in isolation, my mind raced with what had happened to me in the past few weeks. I estimated that I had probably been here for a few weeks by the looks of my back. Before I was taken, the contours of my back were freshly blistered and enflamed from the explosion. Now there were angry, red marks all along my skin. When I was bored, I would stare at them for hours and wonder what went wrong. READ MORE ... |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: WhiteBy October 6, 2012 - 3:16pm What was that infuriating beeping? My head felt foggy and clouded. My body was numb with that prickly feeling you gets when your foot falls asleep. I attempted to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy and dry. A warm hand enclosed over mine. The incessant beeping was soon overpowered by a warm breath at my ear and the sound of John Smith’s voice. If I focused hard enough, it sounded almost like he had been crying. “I’m sorry, Jane. I’m so sorry. If I had any other choice, I would…” READ MORE |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: AftermathBy September 28, 2012 - 10:46pm I sat in my hotel room with strips of a dry, white bed sheet wrapped around my torso like bandages to protect my back from infection. Soundless images of the explosion and of my face played out on the TV screen as I gingerly sipped my ice water. The top of my head burned slightly from the hair dye I had bought at a corner store before my picture had become public. A click of the door lock caught my ear followed by the squeak of the hinges as it opened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw John leaning against the doorframe with a file in his hand. He stared at my battered form in shock. I guess he didn’t expect a Company trained girl to look like this after a simple sabotage. Or maybe that’s what he wanted me to think. “Jane…” “O’Connell’s dead.”... |
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The Jane Doe Chronicles: O'ConnellBy September 20, 2012 - 11:41pm "O'Connell" is the fifth installment in the return of Her Campus Eckerd's original series "The Jane Doe Chronicles," a mystery series following Jane Doe as she struggles to escape from the Company, an assassin training school--where she was the top student--and as she attempts to piece together the story of her past, dodging a few bullets and making some unlikely friends along the way. If you missed the first four chapters or need a refresher after our hiatus, check them out here. READ MORE |
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