By Sharon Miki, Humour Editor
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Ah, fall. The dry humidity turns to damp humidity, the leaves turn from green to dusky yellow and burnt tangerine, and students turn from summertime sadness to seasonal affective disorders.
The anti-gothic
Either a spooky severed hand, or a black cat. Maybe covered in blood? That’d be awesome.
Tragedy in New Westminster
Today the unthinkable happened. I’ve lost the one constant in my life. The only thing I’ve ever been able to truly count on is broken. My best friend. Excuse me while I go cry hysterically in the corner.