College Candy

Somehow you ended up with four 9am classes this semester. WTF? You can barely get up for your kickboxing class at noon on Fridays, and someone expects you to make it to class (ready to learn!?) by 8:50am the rest of the week?

Oh hell no.

You hope your professor doesn’t expect you to look presentable. Hell, he should just be happy you left yourself enough time to brush your teeth. Your morning routine is always the same: you roll out of bed at 8:30, grab the first pair of sweats you can find on the floor, throw your hair into a ponytail and run out of the house. You pop into the campus coffee shop en route to lecture and grab a coffee (“Giant, please!”) and something to munch on (“Give me the butteriest bagel you’ve got back there”).

What? It’s early and you need comfort.

You slide into your seat just as the Power Point appears on the wall in front of you. If it weren’t for the food, you’d probably fall right back to sleep; you’re just so comfortable. When class is over, you go to your next class, or to the library, or home for a nap. Whichever you choose, you sport the sweats for the rest of the day: through the classes, the breaks, the meals… Read More »

While we usually run posts like this to decide which male celebrity is hotter, we thought it was time to take things to a new level. No, today’s “It’s On” is not about who is a hotter mess, or who needs more of an intervention (because Spears already had hers…and it seems to be working!).

What we want to know is: who would you rather work for?

On the one hand, you have Ms. Spears: you would have to care for her children, interact with K-Fed, make numerous Starbucks runs, tell her those boots look good with that dress, and, most likely, crush up drugs and stick em in her Frap.

On the other hand, you have Amy Winehouse: you would have to travel to the seediest parts of London to get her drugs (in return for sexual favors in an alley), pick bugs/small animals out of her hair, assist her in making packages (of drugs) to send to her husband in jail, and try to get the vomit out of her couture dresses.

So, which trashy diva would you wanna work for?