A broken condom is like a broken promise. From the moment we learn what sex is, we’re urged not to have it. But then immediately warned “but if you do have sex, USE A CONDOM!”
You know what 'winning' is? Clicking on a link about Charlie Sheen’s newest “goddess” as a means of procrastination only to discover…That can't be her? Is it her? Yup. I know Goddess #3.
I consider myself a pretty honest person, I'm no Mother Theresa, but I don't lie, especially to authority figures and people I need things from. Back in my sophomore year, I didn't exactly live up to this creed and it came back to kick my butt. Hard.
Wine is cheap in Europe, super cheap. I made that discovery early on during my semester abroad, and took advantage of it during my spring break in Italy. As all college students know, boxed wine in the States is a great invention which allows for portable drinking, but this idea has been one-upped in Europe, with the creation of what my friends and I would lovingly refer to as "wine boxes."
t was my first night of freshman year. After my parents finished helping me unpack and hugged me goodbye, I had only one thing on my mind: to get drunk that night. What can I say? I happen to attend one of the schools that consistently makes the Princeton Review's list of biggest party schools every year (OU, Oh YEAH!) and I had high expectations for my first night out and about.
Everyone says your first time should be with someone you love. Well, here’s something “everyone” didn’t tell you: just because you lose it with someone you love doesn’t mean you won’t regret it. I certainly do. While I loved Sam very much, it was not at all the right time.
Jan 9, 2011
It's safe to say that my New Year's Eve celebration got way out of control this year. This year my college friends and I decided to go all out for the night. It's our last year of college and we barely even talk to our home friends anymore, so it made perfect sense that we have a mid-break reunion in the big city.
Jan 9, 2011
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?
Jan 2, 2011
I had the busiest semester ever in my college career because some genius (read: my idiot self) decided it was a good idea to take 18 hours. And work. And hold an officer position in my sorority. Terrible idea in hindsight.
I am in the most amazing, secure and satisfying relationship I have ever been in but there is just one so-called “problem”; after nearly a year and a half, neither of us have said, “I love you.”
I was one of the good kids in high school. I didn't drink. I didn't do drugs. And my close friends were the same way. During my senior year, my best friend's parents went out of town and left her in charge of the house. Naturally, she decided to have a party. In our minds, that meant inviting some boys over and hanging out.
I think too much. And when it comes to turning over the sheets, my mind goes into over-drive. In fact, I have been known to ruin an entire sexual experience by thinking too much about the position I'm in - my physical movements, how big my thighs look, trying to read his thoughts like an Edward Cullen girl hybrid.
Thanksgiving is a wonderful opportunity to come together with your family and give thanks for the abundance of gifts you’ve received over the seasons: health, happiness, togetherness, discovering that sandwich place on campus that’s open until 3a.m. on weekends. For one night, calories don’t count.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” was all I heard as I funneled my Natty Light. I was standing on a table (don't judge) at the
dirtiest best frat house on campus, my head tilted back, guzzling down that cheap beer like it was going out of style. When I was done, I jumped off the table, did a little curtsy and high fived a couple boys, before grabbing my roommate by the arm and dragging her toward the bathroom.
I've always been very sexually charged in relationships (and again, very safe and exclusive) and even more so on my own. I can still remember my first orgasm like it was yesterday and how I repeated that feeling over and over every day when I was "showering" from age twelve on. I think it got even crazier with my first serious boyfriend in college. I'd had boyfriends but never got intimate with them and then I started mixing alcohol with romance.
This past weekend, Kelly and her girlfriends visited a downtown bar to spice up their usually predictable nighttime routine. As the drinks poured, their vision blurred. Eventually, a group of cute MBA students in the area approached the college seniors.
So one time I hooked up with a freshman. And I liked it. But I knew (or thought) it would be a one time thing. Kind of like drinking a Venti before rush-hour was a one-time thing. Or shamelessly Googling pictures of Zac Efron.