I think it's pretty clear by now that here at CollegeCandy we take our tv watching pretty seriously. We either love it, or hate it. (Or love to hate it.) We know what we like and what we don't and we're not afraid to say it. And when we're invested in a show, we're invested in a show.
•Get ready: 'The Jersey Shore' has a premiere date for this summer •10 Celebrities who took psychic predictions to heart •The 'Breaking Dawn' Trailer gets leaked! •A field guide to the best cardigans •We're not sure how we feel about a 3D porn film •8 Ways to be a social butterfly at parties •How to get Pippa Middleton's casual spring look
There's an app for that. For what? Well, just about everything these days. From finding the perfect shirt to getting directions to that restaurant you've only ever been to once to planning your wedding. There's an app for it.
Worried that the fourth season of The Jersey Shore to be filmed in Italy will be the last? Well, worry not more. Because there's one Jerseyite that won't be leaving MTV just yet. According to PopEater, The Situation has signed a deal with MTV to film a yet undetermined pilot. But viewers should expect to see the show on their TVs within the next year.
45% of high school students don’t see a “great risk” in heavy drinking. And 68% of those high school students have had their first drink by age 14. Additionally, since 2008 the use of marijuana is up from 32% to 39% and the use of ecstasy is up from 4% to 6%.
o we open on JWoww setting Sammi's face like a volleyball and Sammi throwing a spike right back at JWoww's kisser. Where to begin here? The entire episode was so cram-packed with drama, fighting and backstabbing that it's nearly impossible to recap every glorious moment of it.
After discovering that Justin Timberlake's restaurant, Southern Hospitality in NYC serves fried pickles, I obviously dragged my roommate, whom I lovingly refer to as JWowww, before last night's new episode of Jersey Shore. Snooki was right: they totally take pickles to the next level. And leave me completely nauseous and unable to fistpump for the rest of the night.
I’m out of college, on the opposite side of the country, living with my dad who thinks he is starring in his own comedy sitcom, and completely alone. Those closest to me are elsewhere. My boyfriend is on the opposite coast. My best friend is in the middle of Atlanta. My dearest, bestie ever is living in South Africa! My college friends are strewn across the USA.
I love when completely undeserving, socially unacceptable, borderline retarded people like Snooki are somehow able to rake in the big bucks for absolutely no reason at all. Good for you! (Actually, if you couldn’t tell by my tone, I absolutely hate it).
• United: students against hooking up. • More babies for Isla and Sasha! • 1 in 10 women don't like what their bfs look like. • Cute bikinis for the semi-modest. • We're guessing Lindsay Lohan's credit score isn't stellar. • Alyssa Milano vs. The Jersey Shore?
MTV has been by my side ever since Justin Timberlake was breaking it down with N*sync on Total Request Live. Yes, it seems crazy now, but MTV used to actually have shows dedicated to music. And just recently, like a very public break-up on Facebook, MTV has made it official and removed "Music Television" from their new logo, and replaced it with... Snooki?
It's Friday. My brain stopped working 3 days ago. In lieu of doing actual work I've spent the past 2 hours catching up on TFLN, stalking photos of people I do not know on Facebook and trying to figure out what will be going in my flask tonight.
Although I knew this relationship was toxic (to my brain, at least), I wasn’t willing to let go. At the end of the day The Jersey Shore DID offer me all of the wonderful things you would expect to get out of a relationship. I was entertained, always had a good laugh, and most importantly, it always made me feel good about myself.
I promised myself I would not fall head over heels for fist pumping and barber shop outings, but as quickly as you can say "duck phone" I was couldn't stop watching Pauly D burn coal in a gas grill. Thus opening the doors for a new guilty pleasure to enter my life, formally known as The Jersey Shore. If you asked me a month ago if I would be constructing my Guido name on Facebook, I would have told you to go smush yourself.