Pipe Dream
 

Jamie Lucia

  • Bartle all nighters are always interesting, but the work somehow gets done

    By Jamie Lucia
    The Glenn G. Bartle Library Information Commons: the fluorescent-lighted mecca that never sleeps. Well, at least during finals week. It’s an interesting place to be after 1 a.m. The hustle and bustle ends, leaving only a few brave souls left to conquer the night. The question lingers: Who will make it to the morning? I often find myself pulling ‘‘all-nighters’’ in the Bartle Commons, sipping on some cold Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and staring at a blank Word document. Where I’d really like to be is the Hinman Night Owl — stomach stuffed with pizza rolls, undercooked sugar cookies and alcohol…
  • Why should the Beauty have to get the Beast?

    By Jamie Lucia
    Megan Fox and Shia LaBeouf. Heidi Klum and Seal. Mila Kunis and Macaulay Culkin. These aesthetically unbalanced celeb couples have me, and probably many of you, wondering the same thing — him? Shia LaBeouf is neither that attractive nor exceptionally talented. I’m pretty sure that “Holes” is the last respectable movie he’s been in. Yet, somehow, he won over Megan Fox — every high school male’s wet dream. And if Macaulay Culkin, with his throwaway acting career and creepy childlike face, can score a hottie like Mila Kunis from “That ’70s Show,” anything seems possible — for men. The lucky…
  • Wet t-shirts and body shots: not the only Spring Break

    By Jamie Lucia
    Springtime in Binghamton — Long Island girls break out their designer shades, hipsters flock to the fields for some ultimate Frisbee and everyone goes on “crazy awesome” spring break vacations. Just kidding. The majority of you will go home, watch some crappy (and/or awesome) reality TV shows and sleep all day because none of your friends have the same break as you. You probably won’t even get any schoolwork done, like you told yourself you would. And me? I’ll be right here in Binghamton, working my minimum-wage job and passing the time with online games such as “Sushi Cat.” This…
  • Cell phones cause cancer; Go call your friends and warn them

    By Jamie Lucia
    Meet the closest thing I have to a significant other: my Verizon Motorola RAZR. He’s my most trusted companion and way better than a boyfriend. He’s always there when I need him; plus, he does whatever I say. We’ve been together for three years now. Before that I had an AT&T Samsung, but he was an asshole and always dropped my calls. Our generation has a technological addiction; we are in love with our phones. We can’t go a single day without them, and they always have to be at hand. I don’t know about you, but every time I…
  • Don’t head for The Hills; life is dramatic enough

    By Jamie Lucia
    There’s just something about the brutal arctic air and gray overcast of mid-winter that wreaks havoc in “coupledom.” Breakups, fights, etc., all seem to emerge during the winter recess, resulting in many heartbroken singles moping around campus like sad little Charlie Browns. Being single this year, I relished in the fact that I’d be free from the relationship drama … or so I thought. This winter break I found myself in the driver’s seat of my Jeep Liberty, taking my passenger on a long, slow ride, jam-packed with pointless bickering, crying and exaggerated hand motions. The ride ended with an…
  • When it comes to fitness, BU’s facility, fees need improvement

    By Jamie Lucia
    In an age when being healthy is considered cool, Binghamton University is sitting at the loser table of the college community. Its fitness center sticks out like a rolly backpack in a high school hallway. Not only is it inefficient (think about the freshman struggling to pull it up the crowded stairs), but it’s also downright embarrassing. I’ll hand it to BU for having some killer wellness and fitness classes, like Nutrition and Intro to African Dance (yes, it’s really a class.) I’ll even go so far as to say the dining halls are OK. The fruit may be overripe,…
  • To be or not to be slutty this Halloween weekend

    By Jamie Lucia
    pic This October I am faced with a question packed with moral anguish and ethical consequence: to wear, or not wear, an outrageously slutty costume this Halloween. Never before having given in to this yearly female rite, this year I find myself actually considering the cliche move. My best friend is teeming with excitement over the possibility of bringing out the “Halloween hooker” in me. Was Mean Girl Cady Heron right when she said, “Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it”? My schooling as…