Monthly Archive: January, 2014

Seth Meyers Leaps Into Stardom

By: Connor Lenahan Just about three years ago Seth Meyers was invited to speak at the White House correspondents’ dinner. The video of his speech is above. Saying it is worth your twenty… Continue reading

Wegmans Over Everything

By: Connor Lenahan I remember being asked repeatedly before heading off to Boston last summer what I would miss most about living in Waverly, PA. It was an interesting question. I gave the… Continue reading

Another Crazy Night

By: Connor Lenahan I don’t understand why, but the guys on the Boston University basketball team want to give me a stroke. It’s getting a bit ridiculous at this point. There are only… Continue reading

Game-planning Governors Ball

By: Connor Lenahan A few hours ago I bought my tickets to Governors Ball. Tears were wept. Squeals of excitement were squealed. Air was punched in triumph. Good times were had by me.… Continue reading

My BU Acting Debut

By: Connor Lenahan I cannot act for my life. At all. I don’t know why, but I just feel uncomfortable trying to not be me on camera. I almost died when I acted… Continue reading

I Hate The Grammys

By: Connor Lenahan Today I was going to write about the Grammys in detail and why they’re a joke. But I’m just not feeling getting furious again about the past. Last year I… Continue reading

Boston’s Best Secret

By: Connor Lenahan There’s a wonderful little secret in Boston. A place full of wonder and magic that is hidden in plain sight. And by “wonder” and “magic” I mean sneakers and streetwear.… Continue reading

I Am Iron Man

By: Connor Lenahan As many of you know, last spring I broke my left tibia and fibula with just over a week of high school left. I’ve written at length about the break… Continue reading

Salvation, Thy Name Is Oreo

By: Connor Lenahan Every once in a while you get a piece of news that completely upsets your day. It comes in like a proverbial wrecking ball and makes everything change. Upon checking… Continue reading

Running For Emily

By: Connor Lenahan I remember the moment that I first heard the story. One of my best friends, Elyse Notarianni, was texting me keeping me company while I saw home with my broken… Continue reading