Last night’s Inaugural Ball was a star studded event, to say the least. With celebrity guests from P. Diddy (or Puff Daddy, or Puffy, or whatever goes by these days) to Faith Hill, President Obama’s Inaugural Ball was one for the books.

When Denzel Washington introduced the President and his wife and they walked in to the traditional “Hail to the Chief,” I got goosebumps! The President and First Lady’s first dance had me crying like a single girl during “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” And her dress!! I want to get married in that dress!

The Inaugural Ball was all glitz and glamour, and as I sat on my couch with my boys Ben and Jerry in tow, all I could do was wish I was there. Wish that I was lavishly dressed in a Jason Wu gown as opposed to my overly-used Hofstra sweatpants, oversized sweatshirt and fuzzy socks. Wish that I was dancing with a successful, handsome man instead of snuggling up to my teddy bear. Wish that I was eating some freakin delicious dinner instead of Ramen. Wish that Beyonce sang a song just for me, instead of me dancing around to her jams in my underwear with my hairbrush. Wish that 1,000 people would come out to celebrate my life, instead of sitting home trying to friend people on Facebook.

But, alas, I am not Barack Obama. Or Michelle Obama. Or any Obama. I was an Obama voter, though. That’s gotta be something, right?

I hate diets. I do. I don’t believe in them. I think diets just lead to breaking diets which leads to eating a whole lot of pizza and then feeling guilty about it. And I don’t think anyone should feel guilty for indulging in the deliciousness that is pizza every now and then.

So imagine my own surprise when I found myself buying a copy of Dr. Ian Smith’s new “diet” The Four Day Diet last week.

Fact is, these past two years, I have been in a constant fight with my weight. It goes up 5 pounds it goes down 4 it goes up 3 it goes down 1. It fluctuates more than Christina Aguilera’s voice on any given song. I can’t seem to successfully lose and keep off these last couple of pounds. Even though I do eat pretty healthy. Even though I workout 5-6 days a week. Even though I know the importance of complex carbs. And lots of veggies. And fiber. Oh boy do I know about fiber. I’ve read it all – I know the spiels.

So after realizing that complaining about the lack of results doesn’t do me any good and just makes those around me more miserable, I decided that I wanted to do something to give my body (and my metabolism) the real kick in the ass that it needs. Something to get back on track, clean my act up a bit to start seeing progress again. I know it’s cliché to start some sort of weight loss resolution in January, but here it goes. I’m trying it out. And blogging about it for you here.

The 4 Day Diet drew me in because it seems simple. And it’s just that- only 4 days. Well, 4 days at a time. There are 7 modules each lasting for only 4 days. Surely I can stick to something for 4 days! It works out perfectly: just when you get sick of eating one way you switch it up. Read More »

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So, I know this seems a bit ridiculous to be wanting a lightweight cotton jacket right now, but hear me out: the fall/spring light jacket-wearing seasons are so short that it just doesn’t make sense to wear a cotton jacket solely for those seasons. What I propose is to get the Fab Casual Jacket , $17.50, and start wearing it now. You can definitely fit a thin cashmere sweater underneath, and it adds an extra chic layer in these terribly frigid temperatures. Choose from six fabulous colors (my three favorites are above!). Add $5.95 for s&h.

The President and First Lady’s first dance (we cried).

Just who is Jason Wu?

The Inauguration…from space.

Did Jennifer Garner already lose the baby weight?

The richer the guy, the more plentiful the orgasms.

We wish we, too, could say Leo felt like our husband.

Another hazing incident, another fraternity shut down.

Are Paris and her new BFF on the outs? Oh the horror!

More layoffs. This time at Warner Brothers.

Woman gets plowed down by a cow. In Colorado.

Potato chips and candy may be just as addictive as tabacco!

I’m especially excited about this week’s new music releases because it’s January and I’m cold. And all three of this week’s albums are the kind that make you want to crawl under the covers with a mug of hot chocolate and stay for the weekend. When you emerge on Monday morning after listening, you’ll be ready to face a few more months of winter weather. Read More »

Check out Obama’s new ride!

Jenna and Barbara Bush write an open letter to Sasha and Malia.

How does Obama keep so lean and fit? The Barack Obama Diet of course.

Size really does matter in the bedroom.

Aretha Franklin shows us hats are back.

Get free make up!

The Asahi Beerbot makes drinking beer even more fun.

Ed Westwick and Chace Crawford love to keep us guessing.

Senator Kennedy rushed to hospital during Inauguration luncheon.

NBA stars pay tribute to Obama.

Nicole Bridger’s eco-friendly designs aren’t just for hippies.

Kate Winslet confuses her husbands.

19-year-old Zachary Moir is being held on $1,500 bail and has been sitting in jail since Tuesday. His crime is a little surprising as he didn’t bring a gun to school, yell fire in a crowded movie theater, steal or drive drunk. Instead Zachary Moir has been charged with domestic violence battery after throwing a taco at his mother.

That’s right, a taco.

Dena Moir, Zachary’s mother, called Volusia County sheriff’s deputies to on Tuesday to report the incident. After several attempts to get him to come to dinner, she did what any frustrated mother would do: she went upstairs to her son’s room and disconnected his xBox. Well, Zachary wasn’t having that, so he called his mother a name and asked her to leave his room.

If only it ended there, Zachary Moir would just be another bratty teenager who wanted to play video games instead of join his mother for some delicious tacos. But, of course, Zachary got hungry. Maybe the smell of ground meat wafting up to his room were too much to handle, or perhaps he even felt a little guilty that his mother slaved over a hot stove. Either way, he went to the kitchen to nosh on some mouth-watering Mexican. Read More »

Shortly after taking the oath of office at his inauguration today, Barack Obama delivered his highly anticipated inauguration address. In the speech, Obama pointed out the problems with our country that he now must face as President, focusing mostly on the “badly weakened” economy. President Obama told the people of America:

“Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America – they will be met.”

As usual, Obama was inspiring and eloquent. I thought the speech really set the mood for the next 4 years to come, and the mood of “change” was definitely in the air. I’m excited to watch Obama fulfill his goals and bring about the change everyone is hoping for.

What about you? What did you think of Obama’s speech?

(And if you missed the speech, you can read the transcript here.)

There are only two things I didn’t do enough in 2008: read about Barack Obama, and drink. And, like any two problems, it turns out you can fix those with a simple drinking game. But I don’t this to be some namby-pamby Johnny-come-lately one-night drinking game. For better or worse, I want this drinking game to last as long as Barack Obama is the president. For the next four years, I want Obama streamed directly into my life. And I want to be really, really drunk.And unless our national situation shapes up soon, you probably will, too. So:

The 2009-2013 Barack Obama Presidential Term Drinking Game. Read More »

I’m horrible at transitions and I don’t really do change. But apparently in a few months I won’t have a choice. I’ve completed eight semesters, finished all my required classes, and grown out of my fake ID.

It’s not that I don’t know where time went; it went towards the long class lectures, te bar-hopping, the “Tennis Pros and Golf Hoes” parties, the blizzard sledding (and subsequent frostbite), the jello-shot making, the endless Sex and the City viewings, the random hook-ups, the awkward morning-afters, and the all-day brunch recaps. And while I’ll leave college with amazing memories and textbooks the bookstore refused to take back, I’ll also leave with no idea of what I’m going to do with my life (and how I’m going to afford it.)

So, even though I have an entire semester left, I can’t stop myself from stressing myself into oblivion as I sit in my room with growing anxiety. I WebMD-ed myself to figured out what my problem was and all I came up with was a diagnosis that gave me a month to live. (Sidenote: I have to stop using WebMD.) My mom claims this is normal, my friends are experiencing the same thing, and yet I can’t help asking around for Xanax. Read More »