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Julia ShiplettDiving the friendly skies By Julia Shiplett As the sun rose and I sleepily steered my car north, I asked myself a simple question: Why did I want to get into a tiny plane with three strangers only to jump out of it at 3,500 feet again—by myself nonetheless? Forwarding some love to my readers By Julia Shiplett ‘Tis true, my friends, these are the last of my words you’ll be reading on the Almanac page. Even though this column has been a major highlight of my year, like all good things, it must come to an end. Get ab-solutely flab-u-less with Pilates By Julia Shiplett As summer rapidly approaches, we would all like to look a little better in a bathing suit, myself included. But wanting something and actually doing what it takes to get it are two very different things. Offering TAs assistance in teaching By Julia Shiplett After my first day of discussion last semester, I knew I was going to love my Com Arts 250 TA. She was animated, sarcastic and unafraid to make an ass out of herself. Half my knowledge of television came from her as it was her life passion. She opened eve Sentimental release of the inner beast By Julia Shiplett When Steve Irwin passed away last September I was heart broken. His enthusiastic Australian charm instilled a love for nature and the desire to explore in millions of his viewers. He was truly one of a kind. Using celebrities one scandal at a time By Julia Shiplett The entire world knows Britney Spears has gone off the deep end. Her highly questionable parenting skills, her newly bald head, her hoo hoo’s intimate relationship with the camera—the woman’s nuts these days. Babysitter’s Club Impeaches Julia By Julia Shiplett Excess amounts of squishy fat, teethless little mouths with drool leaking out and the fresh smell of baby powder left me horrified in the past. But things have changed and my maternal extinct has finally started kicking in. Yes, everyone, I love babies. Can’t get into heaven with that music By Julia Shiplett A war is being waged between my floorboards. Can’t get in to heaven with that music By Julia Shiplett A war is being waged between my floorboards. The reason is, those floorboards haven’t stopped vibrating since August, and I can’t take it anymore. The incessant daily sound and pulse of my neighbors’ bass under my feet have brought me to Rule #1: Better safe than honest By Julia Shiplett No one actually says things like, “Hey, hot stuff, you must be tired because you’ve been runnin’ through my mind all day,” except for in the movies. But I’ve reached the point where something like that would be borderline cha You snooze you loose, leather wins By Julia Shiplett Black leather typically says one thing—trouble with a capital “t”, sometimes in a good way. But in the case of the overstuffed chairs of the Chazen Museum library, it reads more like divinely comfortable and magically plush. However, und The major way to figure people out By Julia Shiplett I’ve made a discovery. If there’s one way to find out what another student’s major is, it’s to casually mention, “Gee, I’m not feeling too good, I think I’m coming down with something [cough, cough].” Wait f We need salt and a fire extinguisher By Julia Shiplett As the combination of smells—filet mignon, roasted potatoes, strawberry cheesecake—filled the house, I finished ironing my favorite pink party dress with the purple bow in the back. The dining room table was already set and the candles lit. My From New York to Maui, TV gets real By Julia Shiplett I’m not much of a television watcher and never really have been. Saturday afternoons—when the mind and body have shut down—are those rare occasions I remain fixed on the couch to channel surf and eat bowl after bowl of Cinnamon Toast Cru Jaded Julia and her broken bracelet By Julia Shiplett It took me approximately 12 seconds to register what I saw lying on the bathroom floor—my jade bracelet broken into four separate pieces. At first, I thought I was looking at a surreal photograph or having a mean joke played on me. Please distract me, I’m studying By Julia Shiplett "With finals coming up, most students see College Library as the ideal spot to absorb temporary knowledge for its peace and privacy—just you and your books," writes Julia Shiplett. SmackDowns only belong on television By Julia Shiplett "It wasn’t until this weekend I realized how unbelievable stupid violence is. Friday night as I walked down the street while talking on my phone, I saw two guys sizing each other up a block ahead," writes Julia Shiplett. Words of advice: stick with your feet By Julia Shiplett "Riding a motorcycle is like being the electric guitarist in a band while the moped is the person tapping the triangle," writes Julia Shiplett. This Thursday screw the thanks part By Julia Shiplett "The time to give thanks has come around once again," writes Julia. "But this year, I’ve decided to scratch that approach and explain the things I’m not so grateful for because, frankly, they suck." Mac Genius calls Julia a bad apple By Julia Shiplett "Out of boredom during last year’s holidays, I decided to borrow a couple of DVDs from my relatives whom I was visiting," writes Julia Shiplett. "And because my grandparents are not the most technologically inclined people, I had no other choice but Two regions, both alike in dignity... By Julia Shiplett "Whether it’s 16th century Italian families, hip-hop record labels or pathetic yet enjoyable celebrity catfights, one thing is certain—rivalries never die," writes Julia. Spread the word, Confucius has spoken By Julia Shiplett "After doing some thinking and little research, I’ve come to the conclusion that I must follow in the footsteps of the most brilliant group of people on earth—the Chinese," writes Julia Shiplett. Killer Dinos teach Julia a lesson By Julia Shiplett Ship it Good! Uncle Roger, can I buy you a drink? By Julia Shiplett Julia writes, "I wanted to receive those sincere acts of encouragement and approval for wearing something other than fishnets, pleather or a push-up bra." On Wisconsin... or something like that By Julia Shiplett Julia confesses that she does not know what is going on during football games, admiting that "all I hear is foreign jargon and something about bulemia." Listen up and stay calm. Period. By Julia Shiplett Julia writes, "The young women of UW-Madison seem to be acting as rationally as Kevin Federline is talented. What gives? The answer lies in the simple, biological process occurring every 28 days—the period. " Save up your Windex, tuition’s due soon By Julia Shiplett Julia Shiplett writes it’s upsetting how far people will go for a buck in hopes that wealth will make their dreams come true. Maybe he/’s born with it, maybe it/’s Julia By Julia Shiplett When Julia Shiplett sits and ponders about her brother, she sometimes wonders “Where did I go wrong with him? Why does he show more enthusiasm toward rocks than the person he shares DNA with?” I’d like you more as another flavor By Julia Shiplett Julia does not eat to live, she lives to eat. Her years of observation have led her to a theory she calls "Food as People" bringing new meaning to the expression "you are what you eat." Summer's best roadtrip destinations By Julia Shiplett Music Festival: Lollapalooza Nothing ends a summer more perfectly than great music in a great city. That's why this year's Lollapalooza (August 4 to 6) in Chicago's Grant Park is … The perfect pair: Where they started and where they are now: The story behind everyone's favorite pa By Julia Shiplett There is no doubt that the most universally known, worn and adored clothing of all time is jeans. Their recognizable styles and brands can be found in every corner of … The Kohl Center: From hockey...to basketball...and back By Julia Shiplett Superhero fans, do not fear’Batman and Mr. Freeze have joined forces working together for a better tomorrow ?? or a Wisconsin game anyway. They are the masked men behind the … Mystery of the Halls - Science Hall By Julia Shiplett Walking down Langdon Street toward Memorial Union, you cannot miss it. It is waiting for you at the end of the block, testing your audacity. The recently turned orange ivy … A SAFEride on the drunk bus By Julia Shiplett Sociology offers explanations-a-plenty for talk, behavior of SAFEride passengers
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