What The Time You’re Turning In Says About Your Night
When you were young, the time you got home didn’t mean anything (well besides how many kids you were going to have on The Sims). But nowadays, the time you turn in during college says a lot about you and your night.
Friday Faves: The 6 Stages of Getting Drunk
It wouldn’t be a Friday night if you weren’t incredibly inebriated and on the verge of getting a record-breaking 10th DUI. But how did you get from your desk in the library to this high-speed car chase?

Robotripping, Four Loko, and Other Ridic Ways College Kids Get Messed Up
It’s not difficult to get messed up in college. Keg shells line frat house walls and liquor seems to flow freely from faucets, available whenever the time feels right. Yet, students continuously resort to more creative techniques to make their heads spin. Why?
Ingredients For The Perfect College Bar
Earlier this week, Complex.com released a list of more favorite college watering holes from around the nation, and we’re thrilled because they clearly follow College Candy’s winning recipe for a perfect college bar. What’s the winning recipe? We’re letting you in on it so you can determine if your favorite college bar belongs on the list — or if it needs a little work.
Tuffy Luv Can’t Believe This Ashhole
Dear Tuffy Luv, A few weekends ago while my roommate/best friend was passed out in her bedroom, her boyfriend and I hooked up. The boy and I had been friends freshman year, and I had feelings for him before he started dating my best friend. He and I agreed that it was never going to happen again and to not tell anyone.
The Morning After: I Kissed a Freshman…The Saga Continues
So one time I hooked up with a freshman. And I liked it. But I knew (or thought) it would be a one time thing. Kind of like drinking a Venti before rush-hour was a one-time thing. Or shamelessly Googling pictures of Zac Efron.
The 8 Traits of a Great Wingwoman
In a college world where (shocker!) people drink and hook-up on a regular basis, it’s always a lovely gift in disguise to have a wingwoman by your side who supports you, sets you up for success, and is your personal cheerleader.

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The Morning After: The Sleepy Chef
I love it when universities appreciate the modern college student: we wake up early, we work all day, we study hard, and we sleep late. Oh, and we like to party. Maybe not exactly like they do on Jersey Shore, but we party nonetheless.
Greek Speak: Date Party Dos and Don’ts
It seems like every year ALL the fraternities try to cram their date functions and formals into two weekends in the fall and spring. For a socialite like myself and the rest of my pledge class, juggling all these events can be a bit overwhelming for a girl! (
We’ve All Been There: The Drunken Email
The boy you love just broke your heart, so your girlfriends decide that drinking is in order. Because nothing numbs the pain quite like a few shots of SoCo. Together with your roommates, you pick out a super hot outfit (consisting of some combination of low cut top/push up bra), take a few pre-gaming shots and head out the door to either “show him what he’s missing,” or “forget about that prick.”
Starting Line: Shots, Shots, Shots… or Not?
In the past year, I passed through the rookie stage of drinking. You know, getting over the fact that drinking isn’t such a big deal after all (I know some may beg to differ, which I totally respect, but step off for a sec, darlings) and then advancing into classic teen movie, drink up mode. It was like I was Cady Heron (a la Mean Girls) being de-innocentized, except minus The Plastics.
We’ve All Been There: Does He Like Me?!
You met him on the first day of class. He showed up late and took the seat next to you. As the professor droned on (and on) about the books you need, the upcoming group projects and the exam schedule, you two sat in the back of the lecture hall and whined about how awful the next 10 weeks were going to be.

Friday Faves: Drunken Apologies. An Open Letter
Dear Friends/Family/That Random Taxi Driver That Picked Me Up and Took Me Home After Finding Me Face First On The Sidewalk Sometimes I like to drink. A lot. And on those occasions I may or may not (okay, always) do stupid things. It is not me, you see; it is the alcohol.