Remember Freshman year when every upper-classman you knew s aid “ treasure the next four years, they go by so fast . “  Well not to sound li ke a broken record…but they kind of do.

I’m barreling through my last semester of college and this huge list of things I had planned on doing before graduating has kind of, well, not been tackled at all. Instead it’s been sitting in my documents, staring me down every time I go to write an essay.

It might seem a little too late to tackle this long list, but after a night of some Franzia and mounds of Oreos (the classy best friends on a night in) I’ve decided why wait any longer! Plus could I really get away with doing any of these after college? Read More »

So let’s be real, we all cried a little bit when we found out Brad and Jen were splitting, and some of us are still sticking pins in our Angelina Jolie voodoo dolls not over it. In fact, thanks to our obsession with celebrities, faux-lebrities and TV/movies, we often find ourselves more invested in Hollywood/fictional couples than we do in our own relationships.

But who can blame us? It doesn’t take a Patti Stanger to know that our hot-wings-eating, HALO-playing, Edward-40-hands-lovin’ boy toys pale in comparison to the romantic, doting, sexy Prince Charmings we see in our weekly tabloids and primetime TV shows.

What girl wouldn’t yearn for her very own vampire (think True Blood, not Twilight)? Or an Upper East Side romance? The picture perfect couples are everywhere we look, and even if we aren’t half of one, it’s the holiday of looooove (duh, Valentine’s Day, people) so let’s melt, ooze and swoon over some of our favorite duos. Read More »

I’m a student. I get bored in class. Really bored. So, I take advantage of the free wireless and spend most of my time in lectures playing online. And in doing so I have come across a lot of crappy blogs.

One might make a case that my own writing frequently belongs on that list. But that is because “one” has probably never seen this one.

As if to highlight how utterly retarded it is, the name of the blog (or the blog user? or both?) is Text in the City. WOW. Lame times ten.

The actual blog, however, is far lamer yet. Judging from the title and the subject matter, one is to assume this blog considers itself a takeoff of that popular and influential show, Sex and the City… except they did it with an “in” instead of an “an” (amateurs). While I myself am not a fan of said show, I do recognize the attempt to say things in a way that have never been said before on TV. Text in the City, on the other hand, is a bland regurgitation of womens’ self-help guides from the 50′s updated with the idioms of the new millennium (at least, sort of updated).

At Text in the City, you will learn the “10 Secret Things Every Man Wants.” Wow, really? Great! I have an idea, Text in the City; why don’t you write the blandest, most annoying possible things (for instance, booking a spa day for yourself so you can leave him alone at #1 on the list) in the most mediocre way possible (“We love excitement, and we are not just talking about in the bedroom.”)? That would be cool. Wow, Text in the City, you’re the most awesome thing ever! Read More »

So 2007 was ruled by your sex-crazed alter-ego. Somehow she coerced you to collect most of those notches on your bed post.

Maybe it was a new-found freedom or maybe it was your secret desire to experience the “Samantha Jones” lifestyle that spawned the behavior. Either way, you’re ready to put her to rest this year and turn over a new leaf.

Letting go of those sexual patterns won’t be easy; after all, the “Sam” in you is likely to put up a fight.

Regain control by first promising yourself that you’ll lay off the guys for a full month. Make your nights out all about the girls; not finding a hot frat boy to go home with. Worried that you’ll slip up? Tell your friends to keep an eye on you. Above all, give them permission to remind you of your resolution or take you home on account of bad behavior. Read More »

I have an addiction. And it’s really expensive. I don’t know how to stop.

No, Lindsay Lohan, I’m not talking about cocaine. I’m talking about TV on DVD. There is nothing I love more than dropping into Best Buy and picking up two or three seasons of various shows. Some I may have seen, and some I have not, but like any good addict, I understand that one is never enough.

My first real DVD binge was on Grey’s Anatomy. Bored and home sick one day, I went to Blockbuster and ended up picking up the first disk of the first season. When the disk had finished I needed more. I had to know what happened, and immediately I grabbed my things and copped the first two seasons at WalMart.

I thought it would last, but in two days I was fresh out of Meredith and McDreamy. I didn’t really sleep in those two days, because I would just say to myself “one more episode, then bed.” But I was hooked and like Whitney to crack, I would run to the DVD player to put in a new disk.

I don’t indulge that often anymore. I have also figured out that quality comedy shows on DVD are better for the TV junkie. You cannot possibly watch five season of Family Guy without wanting to shoot yourself afterwards.

One or two episodes feels great, and then I’m satisfied. Other suggestions for those who cannot waste half their day watching the fourth season of Dawson’s Creek, The Daily Show, Chappelle’s Show, Robot Chicken, and South Park.

If you are a real junkie, take two weeks off from work and run out to buy The Sopranos, Lost, and Sex in the City. These three will keep you staring at your TV for a nice long time.

Here are my top five DVD seasons to own:

1. Family Guy, Season 3. We meet Herbert the creepy old man, and the show has quite become as scattered as it is now. Like some of the episodes actually have plots. Read More »