Usually when we need a little LOL here at the CollegeCandy headquarters we just go back through our old posts and marvel at how truly hilarious we all are. (And modest, too!) Or, you know, look through our Facebook photo albums from college. God, those were the days.

But there are some times where we need someting fresh and new to LOL at. So we turn to the internet.

There are lots of really amazing and hilarious sites out there, but there are 5 that we just can’t get enough of…. and are constantly getting us in trouble.

Editor: Why are you ROTFLing?
Intern: Uh…er….um…. I was reading one of your posts?
Editor: Aw, that’s so sweet. I am funny, aren’t I? I’m glad you recognize tha- Wait! Wha? That’s not CollegeCandy!

Anywho, if you’re depressed about school being over, in the throes of final exams, or just in need of a serious belly laugh, here are CollegeCandy’s picks for the top 5 funniest sites:

1. FMyLife: We’ve talked about this site hundreds of times before, but we still can’t help spending a good hour on here every time we visit. It’s like crack, only you don’t have to go to the shady part of town to get it.

Why We Love It: “Today, I texted my college boyfriend to tell him how terrible I felt about cheating. He replied saying he was so relieved because he had been cheating on me with a girl in his dorm. I was talking about my math exam. FML”

2. Texts From Last Night: You think your friend’s nonsensical drunken text was funny? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Why We Love It: “(402): I used a bag of wine as a pillow last night.”

3. Why the F**k Do You Have a Kid? It’s so simple, yet completely brilliant. Doesn’t it just make you wish we could put a lock on some people’s reproductive organs?

4. This Is Photo Bomb: There is nothing better in this world than a good photo bomb, especially when it’s an accident.

Why We Love It: Because this made it difficult for us to breathe.

5. Best of Craigslist: There has been a bit of CL scandal lately, but so what? It’s still the best place to buy a couch, find a shady dude with a van mover, or meet other people who also have weird diaper fetishes. And the “best of” section might be the best thing since Chelsea Lately. This sh*t really makes us LOREL (laugh out really effing loud).

Why We Love It: Because a personal ad started out like this – “You were at that “retarded vegetables” themed party….”

“Americans for Prosperity” push their  no stimulus petition.

Martha Stewart doesn’t like your family and your clutter.

The science of smooching.

Westminster pups get the LOL effect.

Runway looks for under $100!

Got milk? Chris Brown doesn’t.

Crimped hair is back… I wish I were joking.

The Jolie-Pitt angels terrorize a hotel.

Katherine Heigl, and T.R Knight quit Grey’s. Say it ain’t so!

7 deadly dating sins and how to avoid them.

Who needs vitamins?

It’s pink. The delete key exclaims “Oops!” when pressed, the number keys are musical notes and dollar sign makes a “Cha Ching!” sound when you use it. The space bar is re-named the “I need my space” bar, and there are even keys for “OMG,” and “LOL.” (Because they are so hard to type out!)

Did we mention it’s pink? And that it’s $50? And that it is real!? Yes, you can really buy this for those dumb blondes in your life.

We don’t know who came up with this, but we have one question: WTF?!

Yes, I admit it. I really, really like to text. I do it all the time: under the table at restaurants, during the previews of movies. Sometimes I even stop in transit to send out a text (I don’t have the hand-eye coordination to walk and text at the same time. Not yet, at least). While I try not to be rude with my texting, I can’t help but love this new development in communication.

But before you condemn me to the ring of hell reserved for the intellectually degenerating and socially awkward teenage population, hear me out. As an aspiring writer and self-proclaimed grammar Nazi, there are some lines I refuse to cross when it comes to texting. I never use abbreviations, except for the occasional “lol.” With my old phone, that made writing out one text an all-day affair, but with my handy keyboard, it’s a snap. And that annoying, pointless one-word text that makes you want to reach into your phone and punch the person who sent it? I won’t send it. Ever. I get way too many of them as it is; I won’t subject any of my friends to that type of agony.

My reason for texting is restricted to simple convenience. Sometimes it’s just easier to send a quick message confirming plans or asking a question. It’s especially useful when you’re in town and the hustle-and-bustle makes it nearly impossible to have a conversation. Additionally, report after report keeps coming out detailing the dangers of cell phone radiation. Many experts suggest using Bluetooth-like devices and generally keeping the cell phone as far away from your ear as possible. Texting is an easy way to avoid possible harm from radiation.

I know the typical stereotype of the texting teen. Snapping their gum too loudly, congregating in front of Starbucks or another chic hangout and shrieking, “Oh my God!” every five seconds. It’s getting even worse; in my school, there is an epidemic of using texting and instant messaging abbreviations in daily speech. I can’t help but cringe when I hear “Oh-em-gee” or “Jay-kay” resonating down the hall.

I see the literacy and eloquence of my generation going down the tubes due to the instant messaging phenomenon, but I take comfort knowing that I, at least, text on my own terms. I’m not going to let texting habits ruin my spelling or my ability to interact with others over the phone or in person. For me, it’s all about convenience. Hopefully, my peers will start to see it that way and begin treating it as a useful tool for communication, not as an excuse to get lazy with language.

What are your thoughts on texting? Is it the best thing since sliced bread, or the brain-rotting plague turning young people illiterate and socially inept?

The picture you have just witnessed is not a reenactment. It’s an actual shot, taken by my equally-disturbed friend, of a comment made by a professor on an assignment of mine.

…Excuse me?

But the trauma doesn’t end there.

I obviously set the picture as my default on Facebook, and then two days later received a friend request from the teacher.

Wait, I’m sorry–WHAT?!

Since this unfortunately isn’t the first time I’ve encountered either problem, it’s subsequently been the last straw. The way I see it, there are two major problems in this situation:

1) If, in my papers, I’m not writing “haha” after a witty comment, or “OMG!” following a shocking statistic, the professor has no right to use Internet jargon in his or her grading. It’s college, and there needs to be some sort of reciprocated academic professionalism.

2) Professors and their current students should not be Facebook friends. Not only does it break down the fourth wall, it seriously messes up the dynamic of the student-teacher relationship. Facebook and MySpace are web sites I will post ramblings about my day and pictures from my weekend–things that have no relation to my class or relevance to my professor.

On the other hand, what if I want to post something about the class or–gulp–teacher? I should have the freedom to do so. Our social networking site profiles serve as our virtual bedrooms, and I certainly wouldn’t have a professor over to hang out while I’m still enrolled in his or her class. Are you kidding me?

I’m all for forming personal relationships with professors in an academic setting–for guidance and those glowing recommendation letters. But if I add my professor on Facebook, I run the risk of opening a door that should be locked forever (or at least the rest of the semester!). She’ll have the opportunity to form an opinion of me based on non-classroom factors she shouldn’t even have access to.

If I don’t add her back, what if she holds it against me when grading? I know it’s against the ol’ legal rules to do that, but the same way that a teacher who likes you personally may grade a tad bit easier, a professor with a personal vengeance against you–who was denied entrance and acceptance into your world–could easily mark off an extra point or two.

If we wanted to communicate with our professors on the Internet, we’d their e-mails.

So to all professors ready to send some friend requests in our direction: stay away from “Our Space” and we’ll stay away from yours, LOL!

[Photo credit Chelsea London Phillips]

Well, maybe it wasn’t so much that he “dumped me” as he “never responded to any of my Craigslist ads.” And maybe he wasn’t so much my “boyfriend” as he is the 4 million or so guys in the Tri-State area who never responded to my post. I mean, one of them could be *the one,* and if he weren’t such a pussy we could be married right now with five boys and five girls.

Hmmm. Maybe I should leave that last sentence out of my next ad.

I shouldn’t be so down on posting a Craigslist ad for a date. You can learn so much by doing so. For example, did you know that guys named Remington still exist and you ONLY meet them through Craigslist?

And then there’s Jared. Sweet, earnest Jared. Jared who started his response to my ad with the philosophical “I don’t know what I want to do with my life …. but I recently discovered who I am.” I sometimes wish I knew what that was, Jared. But I still don’t regret throwing your email in the virtual garbage.

For me, Craigslist dating is the product of months of consistently good — albeit non-controversial — Craigslist experiences. After all, it is through Craigslist that I met the self-described “Big Ed” who sold me his used TV for cheap. And that charming hemp-smoking nurse who delivered and furnished my room with her son’s crappy used furniture.

The only logical next step is to try to find some nice, cheap, barely used love.

The one problem with posting an ad on Craigslist is that you have to be willing to confront your own bigoted tendencies. I used to think that I was all about equality, but there are entire sects of the male species that I dismiss for the smallest reasons.

I now know that I am prejudiced against obsessive “lol“ers, guys who send pictures of themselves with their pet snakes, and anyone who commutes from New Jersey. And anyone named Remington. You know who you are.

There are people who look down upon those who try to find love through Craigslist. Mostly tall, willowy models and Usher. Or other hot bitchy people who have the time and money to go to a New York City bar and “meet someone.” I don’t have time for that. I’m juggling two jobs and an entire season of “Lost” on dvd. It’s called prioritizing.

And until I have finished said season, it’s all about trailblazing for the cause of Craigslist dating. That and finding a used printer. Any leads? Anyone?