After spending all of spring semester counting down the days until summer break started, I’m now faced with the end of summer and even more school. Where did the time go? What was I doing when the sun was shining and the waves were crashing? Oh yeah, I was probably online.

To really be prepared for your freshman year you should get familiar with the people that will surround you on a daily basis. Will your roommate be a Loner or a Homesick Child? Will your lab partner be an Athlete/Ultimate Fan and therefore too busy checking on player stats and scores to write the chemistry report with you?

Everyone in this world needs a little help when it comes to understanding and interacting with the opposite sex (especially if you want your encounter to have a “happy ending”). Thankfully, there’s a whole slew of self-help books out there for that very subject. Unfortunately, it’s a double-edged sword.

I love texting. It is perhaps my favorite invention next to the internet (how can that not be everyone’s favorite invention??). My love has gotten to the point where I send out about a hundred text messages a day, but only make phone calls every couple of days. That got me thinking…what happened to my voice?

Although it’s a pleasure usually reserved for high school students and younger, I still get excited about what to wear on the first day of school. In college, nobody cares what you wear to class (as exemplified by the large numbers of sweatpants and over-sized t-shirts I see in the lecture halls), but I still like that feeling of picking out a special outfit and preparing myself for another semester.

This installment of Celebretard Showdown could easily be called The Douchebag Edition, considering our subjects. Who is more pretentious? Who has talent and who just has a big mouth? So many questions, so little time (let’s face it: there’s only so much time you can spend reading Kanye West quotes before losing all faith in humanity and wanting to smash something).

Oh. Em. Gee. Twitter is down today.
I click on that cute little blue “t” in my favorites and nothing happens. Nothing! That means no one will know what I’m eating for lunch.

I love clothes. I have a closet full (or three). My love borders on an unhealthy addiction (so says my parents and the credit card company, but bah!), however…I also love being naked. No, that does not mean I love being naked with other naked people. I like being naked by myself. Just watching TV or reading a book or, even better, taking a nap.

After four years of attending a Big 10 school, I am now in big time debt. I’ll be in even more debt after I return for yet another semester. Do I have a job? No. Has my university made good on their promise to hook me up with sweet career options and internships? No.

There are a lot of celebrities out there that simply disappear, whether it be voluntarily or due to lack of talent/rehab/Bermuda triangle. There are a couple that have massive amounts of issues, yet refuse to disappear. In fact, they seem to pop up everywhere, strutting around uninvited on every red carpet.