When the temperature takes a dip, celebs know to toss all their designer duds into Louis Vuitton duffel bags and head to some of the most exclusive tropical locales in the world. Luckily for us, the paparazzi are never far behind and we get to creep all over their vacations via the internet. Don’t even begin to lay out for me how this is all morally wrong and stars have a right to privacy, especially around the holidays, blah blah blah.

I’d like to care, but I don’t. It just so happens that I have resolutions to keep and seeing these (mostly) tanned and toned glamazons will motivate me to hit the gym like none other.  So if you, like myself, need 16 reasons to stay on the elliptical just a liiiittle longer, just take a peek below. Read More »

[Everyone’s got a morning after story (though some are WAY worse than others) and we wanna hear yours! Send it over to us and we’ll post it – anonymously, of course – right here!]

By now you’re almost half way through Winter Break. You’ve got the major holidays behind you- Christmas eve, Christmas day, New Year’s- and that means pretty much all scenarios involving getting drunk with your family have expired. How’d you do? Make it through with minimal blows to your self-respect, pride, and squeaky-clean image?

If you’re like me and live in a house of crazy, you hit the bottle. Hard. And so did your mother, father, nineteen year-old sister, great aunt, bizarre gay uncle, both grandparents, and that random cousin you think is hot (but he’s only like…a third cousin through a second marriage, so it’s okay).

I suppose this submission isn’t so much a “Morning After” as it is a “Week After,” because let me tell you, the occasions on which I embarrassed myself this holiday season were hardly contained to one evening. Sure I could pick one moment to elaborate on, like when my mother explained to her sisters that all the nice boys at school were so interested in me. Of course I had to open my mouth (full of wine-stained teeth) to correct her. The “nice boys” are only interested in one thing. And I just happen to do that one thing really, really well. Then, naturally, I thanked her for giving me so many popsicles as a kid because I sincerely believe that’s where I get my technique. Read More »

If your copy of “How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days” has seen its days and you’re desperately looking for a marathon that doesn’t include the real housewives from anywhere, grab some popcorn and cosmopolitans because you’re in for a seriously good time (from the comfort of your warm, cozy couch) if you pick any of the marathons listed below.

1. The Judd Apatow Saga: The ’80s had the brat pack but we’ve got the comedic crew of a lifetime led by fearlessly funny director Judd Apatow. Names like Paul Rudd, Seth Rogen, Jason Segal, Jonah Hill, and Steve Carrell cover the IMDb lists of Apatow’s movies, each one of them making us realize how sexy a how sense of humor really is.

Movie List: Knocked Up, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Pineapple Express and Forgetting Sarah Marshall

2. The Lindsay Lohan Pre-Rehab Marathon: If you need a reminder why everyone is so obsessed with the ins and outs of Lindsay Lohan’s stints at rehab, this marathon is just the fix. Sure, the past few years haven’t exactly been LiLo’s best and brightest, but she wasn’t always a bad girl. Time to grab your ankle bracelet because with a movie list like this, you won’t be leaving the house for a while.

Movie List: The Parent Trap, Freaky Friday, Mean Girls and Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen Read More »

It’s a good thing I own a huge collection of sweatpants, because I don’t plan on ever leaving my house. I mean, have you seen it out there? It’s disgusting over on the East coast, and the only thing getting me through this season is the knowledge that I won’t need to wear a bikini in public anytime soon and therefore feel no guilt when I binge on deep-fried Oreos.

Okay, fine I lied. I’d much rather be frolicking around in the ocean, lounging on the beach with a good book, and getting a wicked case of sunburn. So now that I’ve gone through the entire box of Oreos, I’m going to get myself through this weather-induced depression by dreaming about all the places I’d rather be than right here. Under a blanket. Covered in cookie crumbs. As my mother yells at me about “leaving my stuff all over the house.”

Deep sigh. Read More »

Whether you’re just waking up to the realization that it’s Christmas Eve morning or getting ready to jump in the car with your mother, father, brother, two sisters, and the family dog to head off to dinner, there’s no escaping it: Christmas is upon us!

Here at CollegeCandy we’ve been all about spreading the love, joy, and general merriment of the holiday season this week.  We gave you gift guides, survival lists, and countless Hollywood scandals to talk about.  But in case you missed anything while you were out hunting for a parking spot at the mall, here’s a run down of what you should be reading…

-Welcome winter!  Here’re 10 Things We Love about Y.O.U.

-Home for a week and already bored?  We’ve gotcha covered.

-And in case you’re one of those ambitious types, 6 TV shows you should definitely watch this break.  Break out Netflix and a giant bag of popcorn!  Dawson’s Creek, anybody?

-Is Mom asking you why you haven’t found a boyfriend yet…on your Facebook wall?  Avoid arguments while you’re home by laying down these social networking ground rules for parents.

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Xtreme XMAS light displays

Super cute sparkly heels

Does 16 and Pregnant actually prevent teen pregnancy

The 9 high school classmates you’ll see over break

3 sexy scents for winter

Sexy Bandz are the new silly bandz

Should 8-year-olds have blackberries?

I’m living in an obnoxiously clean room and my days consist of waking up at 2 pm and then eating for the next 12 hours. It could only mean one thing: break time!

I’ve decided recently, while lying naked in my bed after a shower (try it—it might just be the greatest thing about being home) that this break is 5% nostalgia, 25% catching some Z’s, 20% eating and 50% flat out weird.

While it’s great to see old friends and talk about that one girl in our class who got married in a hush hush courtroom wedding, or to share in on the somberness and tears of the death of our classmates’ family members, such events are not just fodder for ladies’ “let’s catch up!” sessions. More than that, they mark a tangible milestone of the passing of our high school years and the reclamation of something a bit more personal.

I’ve always held my life motto to be that I don’t take myself too seriously—and yet, maybe, taking yourself seriously is what going to college is all about. But in a different sense than what I’d ever thought about.
My good guy pal (who also decided to go to school out of state) attended our high school basketball game last weekend. To him, it was weird sitting in the college section, seeing all the high school girls clad in Ugg boots, visibly clinging to any tentacle of popularity, and all the high school guys standing chests puffed and arms crossed, the picture of hetero manliness. It was weird seeing all these doppelgangers of ourselves past adhering to the unwritten standards of our mainstream Midwest conservative high school. It was weird realizing that we were those people, just a year ago. And it was most disconcerting of all to recognize that we no longer are. Read More »

We all have that one person from high school that we wish we made out with when we still had a chance. Whether it was the guy you had a killer crush on in the ninth grade, or that girl who sat next to you in Math – there’s usually someone who will always be counted as a missed opportunity.

With the holidays upon us, and exams finally over, most of us are packin’ our bags and getting ready to head home for a couple weeks of home cooked meals and our childhood beds. But there’s another important thing that we have to look forward to when it comes to headin’ back to the hometown: seeing our high school friends — friends that may or may not include that missed opportunity.

So what are the rules when it comes to hookin’ up with high school friends? Like most things sexual, there aren’t very many. But take it from a girl who’s heard one too many stories that involve drunken nights back home, there are a few things one should keep in mind when thinking of getting down in their hometown. Read More »

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Ahhh, finals are over… we can all take a sigh of relief, right? Wrong. For the last two years, going home over holiday breaks has been brutally bittersweet. My parentals are still in the middle of building a house that, in the mean time, leaves me roomless, bedless, and no-space-to-myselfless. I’ve literally been moved out of my chapter house for plus or minus 72 hours and I feel like my life may be coming to an end. I am not going to pretend like I am in the worst situation possible… I am in the worst situation possible.

The nightmare begins pretty much from the moment I pull onto the street where we temporary reside until the new house is finished. I look at the driveway- where the hell am I supposed to park? The garage is jam-packed full of our belongings, and the driveway is occupied. Looks like the snowy, unplowed street for me. Can you say VIP? At my chapter house I have my very own space in a parking lot just steps from the front door… not to mention our maintenance man plows the lot every morning before I even bother to wake up. Just sayin’… Read More »

"WHY AREN'T THEY UP YET?!"

Your stomach has been churning since you walked out of your last exam. You know the grades are curved, but you also know that leaving the last essay blank is not going to bode well on your overall score. You talked to your friends in the class and compared answers. You’ve flipped through your notes again and again. You’ve attempted to calculate your score in your head.

And now you just have to wait.

You pack your bags to head home. Then you check your grades online. Nothing.
You take a cab to the airport. Then you check your grades from your phone. Still nothing.
You check them again as soon as you land.
And again after you kiss your mom hello and drop your laundry in the laundry room.

Still nothing.

You know that there is no way the professor is going to get the tests graded in the next few days so you attempt to forget about it. You don’t want to think about grades anymore, anyway. You’re on break, the test is over and there’s nothing you can do about it now, dammit.

And then you sit down to dinner with your parents and before you can say “Pass the ketchup,” your dad turns to you and asks, “How did finals go?” Read More »