Well hey there! You may recognize me from CC Beauty Live, but now I’m also going to be your new weekend editor here at CollegeCandy! I’m really pumped about this, and I hope you are too. We’re going to have tons of weekend fun, so get ready. There’s a lot more to me than make up and hair, and I want you all to get to know me a little better. Read More »

Remember those days when you spent your evenings in grimy basements accentuating your cleavage
to throw off your beer pong opponent’s game? Oh, that was last night? Awesome. While it seemed like a total waste of time or just a more exciting way to get really, really drunk, it turns out all that dedication might pay off.

Presenting: The World Beer Pong Tour, a real tournament with a real prize.
As in $25,000!!!

Do you have any idea how many Keystones that can get you? (No, really, do you? I’m too drunk to figure it out…)

Yes, I know. I didn’t even think this “tour” existed either. But it does and two very lucky and very skilled Sacramento boys just took home the loot. Read More »

Mmmm, brunch. Hands-down, this is the best part of my weekend. I love a diner as much as the next New Yorker, but I was raised in the Midwest on the kind of French toast that will have you longing for lazy Sunday afternoons in your kitchen. This is what I usually make for one person… but feel free to double if you’ve got company…

You’ll need:

3 slices of bread (switch up as you prefer, but it can be done with wheat, white, multigrain… up to you. Rye may not be the best choice here)

1 egg

milk (I prefer skim, but use whatever floats your boat)

ground cinnamon Read More »

I was the only roommate who had gone out that night, and there was evidence that I didn’t come home alone.

There had been a 4 AM pizza purchase, the only remnant being the box. Maybe a crumb or two. And my purse sitting next to the mess.

On weekends, the diet gets thrown aside and I accept that I am weak. I’m what is described in Mean Girls as one of the “girls who eat their feelings.” Unfortunately, with college, the feeling that got a significant amount of play was “tipsy”, and with said buzz came a slew of delicious calories I’d only remember halfway into the next day.

The biggest regret of the drinking was (almost always) what I’d eaten. I try to justify the binge eating by saying it’s a far better alternative to, say, waking up next to a random.

When I’m coming home from the bar, it’s as though any self control I’ve ever had is on vacation and any restaurant open after last call is a free-for-all. You come home, and you have just enough energy to stay up for a bit, long enough for a slice or an order of nachos. You wake up realizing that you’ve blown through your budget of saved calories and your skinny jeans are going to stay in their drawer a little longer than expected.

So to prevent post-bar disasters, here are a few tricks that can help keep you in check: Read More »