Your belly might be full, but your pockets are probably empty because, let’s face it, the magic of Christmas isn’t free. Imagine you have only $30 left in your wallet. Here are the best deals around town to make your first weekend of spring semester a memorable one:
What do Michael Cera, sex-crazed teenagers and gratuitous violence have in common? They are all mashed up in the new film “Youth in Revolt,” a teen sex comedy opening nationwide in theaters tomorrow. You may have, by now, been exposed to the subtly salacious trailer or seen the posters with Cera’s boyish face around campus.
As any well-educated and well-rounded 20-year-old can tell you, college welcomes those with an irrepressible appetite for knowledge. However, those 20-somethings also comprise the nation’s youth – a generation that is enjoying its prime and is fully aware of it sexual abilities. College also welcomes the flirtatious, the scandalous, the irresponsible, the debased and the adorably promiscuous. We jump in and out of one another’s beds but often overlook the simpler, STD-free expressions of our sexuality.
Even with a closet full of clothes, many women suffer from the age-old complaint: I don’t have anything to wear.
Cursive, an indie-rock band from Omaha, Neb., is playing at Common Grounds on Sunday. The band is on Saddle Creek records, a record label best known for another Omaha act, Bright Eyes. Its latest album, “Mama, I’m Swollen,” was released in March, and they played the “Late Show with David Letterman” that same month. The Avenue got the chance to talk to bass player Matt Maginn about playing on TV, the band’s sound and his favorite Nirvana record.
Things got weird almost immediately at the Gainesville Local Art Mart. Initially, I was distracted by the smell and sight of people making pizza inside the building, but it quickly became clear that many Gainesville residents make some crazy crafts. If you ever wanted to get some organic catnip (for just $2!) or a few bedazzled felt Christmas tree ornaments, this is definitely the right place.
Saoirse Ronan isn’t like her peers. She doesn’t have a fragrance or clothing line, and she isn’t among the teeny bopper, triple-threat, overnight sensations that Disney produces.
When my family gathers, we collectively devolve into sadists.
Fingers stained with ink and rooms with the scent of freshly brushed paint adorned the UF campus Friday night. Art students scattered with their artwork throughout the Fine Arts complex to showcase their latest creations for UF’s School of Art and Art History’s annual Art Bash event.
The streets of downtown Gainesville boomed with music, art stands and eager visitors last weekend as the 28th Annual Downtown Festival and Art Show filled about eight city blocks with entertainment.
After Bret found “love” and VH1 ended “Rock of Love Bus with Bret Michaels,” the trashy reality television gods have blessed me with another gem in the form of an hourlong block of the new season of “Tough Love.” I find Sundays lazing on the couch watching no-thought-involved TV medicinal, but for those of you who don’t, let me recap the show.
When Theory of a Deadman commands the stage, there are no frills or gimmicks.
In high school, I jealously watched my older sister on her laptop. She was on Facebook, a network exclusively for college kids. I couldn’t wait for college — if not for the freedom, then definitely for the college e-mail address that would grant my entry into the elite Facebook club.
Barcelona native Laura Vela will be studying at UF and selling her custom-made line of handbags
Sometimes, simplicity can feel startlingly fresh.
Editor’s note: The writer spent twelve hours shadowing Anthony Raneri of Bayside to write this story.
What does it take to gain Woodie status?
The members of Hawthorne Heights have always been driven to form a solid band. It doesn’t stem from a hunger for success, though. To the Dayton, Ohio, rock band, playing music is a therapeutic escape.
Last summer I was visiting a notoriously melodramatic couple in West Palm Beach. Seated at a bar in Bradley’s, the couple’s most recent quarrel had us on the edge of our bar stools. Downing another Tequila Sunrise in a futile attempt to tune out the awkwardness, I listened to my friends trade barbed insults. They passionately disputed whether it’s appropriate to boast about their previous sexcapades in front of one another (by the way, it’s really, really not). Now imagine this: The guy, who resembles a Jewish version of The Hulk, becomes inexplicably jealous and tears up underneath his oversized dark shades while the girl coolly rolls her eyes and says, “If you don’t stop crying, we’re leaving.”
My first acting role was in a third grade Valentine’s Day-themed play called “Princess Lonely Heart.” It was one of those low-budget cafetorium shows for parents to waste their camcorders’ batteries on their child’s struggle to remember lines.
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