I’m not going to lie. I have wanted to be on the Real Worldpretty much since the first season. The amazing houses, free food, cool jobs, and a reality TV career for the rest of my life? I’ll take it. I always wanted to be the annoying bitch too. Look at Beth—everyone hates her (with good reason) so they invite her to everything just to cause drama. For money in the bank, I really don’t care if America despises me.
While Beth is still a struggling actress over ten years later (honey, give up already), Trishelle from the Vegas season seems to be spreading her acting wings. With appearances in such classics as Lingerie Bowl 2006, and Playboy TV’s Girls of Reality TV already under her belt, she seems well on her way to… something. I always thought she was kind of a hussy, but perhaps this next movie could shoot her to the top of the list with the likes of Reese, and Angelina.
Keep your eyes peeled this summer for Ninja Cheerleaders starring none other than Trishelle Cannatella. Honestly, y’all—I thought this was a joke when I first saw it. Whatever will they come up with next?
‘How do you feel about Trishelle’s acting career?’
Thursday! Thursday! Zomg! *runs in a circle like a pug* You know what Thursday means! Jim! Pam! Karen! Dwangela!
Wh-wh-whaa…? No new The Office? I… don’t understand? What am I supposed to do?
I guess I’ll just cyberstalk all of the actors… see what those guys are up to…
Well, lookie here… Jenna Fischer is at the heated apex of a bizarre love triangle in this weekend’s addition to Will Ferrell’s stunning filmography: Blades of Glory. Actually, between Ms. Fischer and the presence of Amy Poehler, I have high hopes for this dumbassery on ice.
Meanwhile, John Krasinski is starring as the “wannabe boyfriend” (…typecast already, John?) of a constantly stoned Anna Faris in the Gregg Araki gold: Smiley Face. For those not previously acquainted with the work of Gregg Araki, stop what you’re doing – literally, stop it right now; well, wait, don’t stop reading this blog, but go ahead and open another tab on your browser and go to Netflix – and add Doom Generation to your queue. Read More »
Stock your dorm with water and canned goods because civilization as we know it has officially come to an end.
No, my friends, aliens have not landed nor has Y2K returned. The situation is much, much worse. Girls Gone Wild is becoming a restaurant chain.
Yes, you heard me correctly and I sh@! you not.
According to Stuff.co.nz, “A restaurant chain under the Girls Gone Wild brand name is being planned by Joe Francis, whose Mantra Films’s has built a $US100 million business videotaping and selling the DVDs featuring young women exposing their breasts.”
I mean, is this really necessary? Is there a void somewhere I don’t know about in the American Dining Experience that Hooter’s has failed to deliver? I guess only time will tell.
To celebrate this joyous occassion, we here at collegecandy.com would like to offer the following menu suggestions:
Lately, I am bored. Everyday is the same ol’ blah, blah, blah as the day before- same classes, same parties, same guys, same bullsh@#. My life needs a serious jumpstart, a quick rub of the paddles- “Charging… and… Clear!”
So in times like these, there is only one thing a girl can do- get a new Do.
Losu.org put together a fantastic list of 16 modernly sexy hairstyles that are certain to get you back on your game.
I’m sure you’ve all heard about her. Lisa Nowak. The Crazy Astronaut. The chick who drove all those miles with a diaper on and maced another woman who was supposedly sleeping with her man. These days, according to People.com, she’s pleading ‘not guilty’ to those attempted kidnapping charges.Honestly, it doesn’t even matter what she pleads. Her life is O.V.E.R. Her husband? Her kids? Good god, I can’t imagine.
But here’s the thing. You know who I think should share at least a tiny bit of blame? The guy who was sleeping with her as well as the woman she tried to kill: Bill Oefelein. Mr. Oefelein. Big Bill. Yeah. Otherwise known (at least to me) as the Ass-tronaut. Read More »
I’ll admit it. I’m a huge wimp when it comes to scary movies. I get nightmares, have to sleep with the light on, run my foot underneath my bed just in case… all generally embarrassing stuff. I know my tolerance is lower than most people—this was proven when I was very young and my entire family watched E.T and loved it, while I sat on a rocking chair with a blanket over my head the entire time—and I fully accept my childish fear.
That being said, I have watched a few freaky films in my time and totally appreciate their craft and originality. Nightmare on Elm Street, Aliens, The Exorcist, Sixth Sense(come on, the first time you saw it…you were kinda scared), are some of my favorites, although I may still have to watch them from under a blanket.
But here’s the thing. I’ve been noticing a trend when it comes to horror movies these days. A trend that doesn’t make me want to watch from behind my hand, but turn the damn thing off all together. We’re not just making horror movies anymore, we’re churning out torture flicks.
Newsweek explains my argument in a much more eloquent way. According to them, since last fall, seven horror movies have topped the box office, the Saw franchise, Hostel, and The Hills Have Eyes leading the pack. And what do all these movies have in common? Blood. Gore. Tits. New York Magazine’s David Edelstein is even quoted as saying the trend verges on “torture porn”. Read More »
So in my inbox today, I got a pleasant email informing me that I had been bonked by the martini fairy…Not quite understanding what this was, I read on.
The email listed 12 truths about the drinking habits of college age girls that I found hilarious and sadly, so true.
When girls drink too much…
1.We have absolutely no idea where our purse is.
2.We believe that dancing with our arms overhead and wiggling our butt while yelling “woohoo” is truly the sexiest move around.
3.We’ve suddenly decided that we want to kick someone’s ass and honestly believe we could do it too.
4.In our last bathroom visit, we realize that we now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess we were just four hours ago.
5.We start crying and telling everyone we love them soooo much.
6.We get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song plays because “oh my god! I love this song.”
Alternative Spring Break Devolves Into Real Spring BreakBILOXI, MS—What was intended to be a week devoted to charitable activities in a region still recovering from Hurricane Katrina quickly spiraled into a conventional, alcohol-fueled spring break this weekend, community sources reported.Housing construction and cleanup projects were marred by dozens of arrests for public intoxication and disorderly conduct, as well as widespread reports of public urination and indecent exposure.An alternative spring breaker from Michigan State University takes a semi-deserved break.”Alternative spring break rules!” said Michigan State University sophomore Nate Sherman…more…
Masturbation. Couldn’t someone think of a cooler term to describe getting yourself off? It sounds so … mechanical.
Regardless of the actual word, I masturbate. Yeah, I said it. And sadly, most girls really won’t throw it out there like that. For some reason guys can just talk about jerking off as if it’s part of their morning routine — “I brushed my teeth, took a shower, wacked off, got dressed and went to class.”
Um, that never happens if you’re a girl. It’s more like, “I’m heading to bed early tonight” a.k.a. “I’m horny and I have a date with my vibrator.” Sure, my friends and I have had that conversation where you let the cat out of the bag, and they all admit it too. But there’s always that friend who’s like, “Guys, that’s gross, I don’t do that.”
Yeah, right! How the hell have you never touched yourself? It’s part of being a girl; it’s only natural to explore your body. And if you want to enjoy sex, you should seriously learn what turns you on.
So for all of you that are in denial of your female anatomy and afraid of getting a little “dirty,” I found a great article to help you out. Just read it. Give yourself an orgasm and learn what you’ve been missing.