You Reek of Booze
With only a few weeks left before my asshole landlords boot me out of I.V. for good, I had planned on spending my dwindling days as a student re-enacting all my favorite activities.
Gaucho Athletics Remain Atop Big West
For the second consecutive year – and seventh time since the award’s inception in 1998 – UC Santa Barbara has been awarded the Big West Conference Commissioner’s Cup. The Cup is presented to the institution with the best overall results in the conference’s 17 sponsored sports championships.
Project Spurs Creative Spectacles
Characters invading campus – a naked man, a caged woman, the Easter bunny, a life-size STD, a walking bush and a dead banana – may be strangely reminiscent of a bad acid trip, but rest assured, the unusual scenes are simply the product of an ongoing art project.
Goodbye to You
Yes, it’s that time. This is my last Nifty News ever. I have no idea what to do with myself.
Hittin’ and Quittin’ Satisfies Urges
There is a point preceding every casual Isla Vista hookup when it becomes apparent your sassy dance moves have paid off, and you will be rewarded with a night of unruly bonage. In fact, we college students have come to master the communication skills needed to indicate to a member of the opposite sex that we are hard, wet and raring to go.
New Equestrian Club Gets Set to Saddle-Up
Giddy-up! The upcoming school year will see UC Santa Barbara add yet another option to its already impressive list of club sports – horseback riding.
UCSB Student To Race in ’08 Jetta Clean TDI Series
From bike paths to racetracks, professional racecar driver and UCSB student Nick Mancuso lives life in the fast lane.
I’ve Come to Reclaim Your Country On Behalf of Her Majesty, Queen of England
So this is it – my last piece for the Nexus as your resident whiny Englishman. And as always, I’m going to be honest with you: As much as I love my country, I do not want to go back home.
Beware Drugs from Freaky NorCal Fetes
It’s Tuesday night and I’m standing in a three-room apartment on Abrego Road with Lynne and she’s asking me if I think she should move in here. The door doesn’t lock but I’m tired of her not getting it so I tell her I don’t care, whatever she thinks. She gives me a blank look. We go upstairs, passing several people smoking meth and sitting on lawn chairs in plain sight.