Call me a whore (why not, my mother does), but I love me some casual hook ups. There’s something thrilling about going out, chatting it up with a hottie in a great pair of jeans, and heading home to tear off those jeans and get it on. Alcohol fueled or not, I love the whole carnal passion element of it all.

There are only 4 days (well, more like 3 days, 22 hours and 12 minutes) until your flight takes off for Cancun. You’ve got 6 lectures and 2 discussion sections between you and the smell of SPF 30/sweet, sweet freedom, but your brain has been checked out for days.

No matter what we like, whether it’s lying there and enjoying the show or hopping on top for some Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, there are some things guys can do that just don’t fly between the sheets. Or on the desk. Or in the bathroom stall. Or….you get the point:

I’m not a crazy person. On the contrary, I like to think that I’m quite level-headed in all aspects of my life. I tend to think things through and really try to understand all perspectives in a situation before I say or do anything. And that’s probably why all of my friends come to me for advice; they trust what I have to say and know I’ll be objective. Of course, there is always an exception to that rule. And of course that exception has to do with guys.

You’re at a house party or a bar… or in line to get into a house party or bar. It doesn’t matter. Wherever you are, you’ve just spotted a very handsome boy and you want to talk to him. You turn to your friends and point him out.

I can’t tell you the last time I was actually home on a Saturday night to catch an episode of SNL, but knowing that Chris Brown was going to be on, I just had to see it. Yeah, SNL was very strategic in booking Mr. Controversy, hoping people would tune in to see how it would all go down, and they succeeded. I mean, they at least got one new viewer this week.

New York Fashion Week is the most unproductive 7 days of my year. Which is really saying something since I usually spend around 75 days a year in the fetal position willing away a massive hangover. Instead of doing the mountains of work that give me the stink-eye the moment I sit down at my desk every morning, I spend this most glamorous week poring over pictures of clothing from the best designers in the world.

It’s Parent Weekend, or your birthday, or just a Thursday night and you’re craving a free meal a la parentals. Either way, your parents are coming to campus and that means one thing and one thing only: it’s time to clean.

It’s cold outside. Like, chill-you-to-the-bones cold. So cold, not even your North Face jacket and Uggs can save you. The moment you step outside to go that class-you-really-wish-you-could-skip-but-the-TA-is-a-jerk-who-will-dock-your-grade-if-you-miss-even-one, the air stings your face and makes your eyes water.

I have to know: WTF are these kids drinking?