We might be too old to go door-to-door and ask strangers for candy... but we're not too old to dress up as slutty versions of our favorite childhood fairy tales characters, animals, or public service workers, are we? Besides, if we're struggling to pay $49.99 for a "Sexy Bull Fighter" costume, dammit, we want to get the most bang for our buck!
Though you anticipate your vacay being the highlight of the semester, it can be grueling to go all day, every day, and, being far from home, there's a lot that can go wrong. Nothing is suckier than getting sick in a foreign place, fighting with your tripmates, or getting into a sticky situation in an unfamiliar place. Make sure you make it back to school in one piece this spring, by taking a few simple precautions.
In the past six months, I've had sex. I've been laid. I f*cked. However, it's been a long time since I've made love, and I kind of miss it. Some people might argue that there's no difference - physically, they are the same. But emotionally, passionately, and mentally, the two deeds are very different.
Ahhh, Fourth of July. It's not a holiday that carries the burden of gift exchange, and you don't feel guilty if you don't spend it with your family. Is that why it's one of the best days to celebrate?
I'm pretty adventurous when it comes to sex, I'm not going to lie. I love to experiment with men that I'm serious about and whom I trust, and I'm not opposed to an adventurous fling either. However, I have a confession: I might be open to hair-pulling, spanking, and playing dress-up... but I do not let men go down on me.
Last spring, I was gearing up to graduate and was waiting for the job offers to come rolling in. Instead, the only opportunity that came my way was a summer internship. At the time, I was making plenty of money waiting tables, but I knew that the added experience of an internship would add to my credentials-- even if it meant taking a pay cut.
May 29, 2009
The only thing harder than saying goodbye to your roommate for the summer is packing up your dorm... and mopping all of the dried beer of the floor. And scrubbing your desk where pizza sauce has been encrusted for months. And figuring out how to pack it all into your two-door. Yeah, moving out sucks. But moving IN with your parents again... well, let's face it. It rocks.
May 23, 2009
I've mentioned this in recent posts, but I always use my summer vacation as a catalyst for next fall's budget. Many of you are saving money by living at home, or earning extra cash by taking on a summer job. However, when the sun comes out, it's a lot more tempting to go out and spend money.
Unfortunately for many of us, when finals week rolls around, we're stressing about how to land a job and start saving for next fall's text books (and bar tabs). It sucks when you're desperate, because you're bound to accept any offer that comes your way. Here are the ten worst summer jobs... which might just make bankruptcy look like the better option.
We've all played the typical card-related party games: Kings, F*** the Dealer, Up and Down the River. We've also played games that require plastic Solo cups and a lot of clean-up: Flip Cup, Beer Pong, Beirut. But there is still a world of party entertainment out there that remains in the shadows of these Drinking Game Giants.
There are only a few weeks left of the Spring 2009 semester, so how are you going to spend your summer? If you're like many poor students across the country, you're going to waste at least the first month of summer vacay working (and sweating) your ass off in the grueling heat in order to pay off the debt you racked up this term.
I'm a summer girl, through and through. I've been waiting for the sun to come out, the wind to die down, and yes, the snow to melt. But I do know a lot of snowboarding, ice skating ladies who aren't looking forward to sweat stains, frizzy hair, and putting on a bathing suit before the bikini-bod has been sculpted.
Overall, this is sad, but in a couple of weeks I'll be getting nearly a G in tax returns. Yeah, that's a crapload of money. But when I look back at all the hours I worked in 2008, it also makes me realize... I made jack sh*t.
I don't know about you, but Facebook has gradually begun to take over my life over the past few years. It's getting to the point where I think in third person, a la the Facebook status: "Kathryn is really stressed about her class schedule this spring." "Kathryn is annoyed with bad drivers who slow her down." "Kathryn really needs to get laid." See? Now that last one would be inappropriate.
I remember those naive high school days when puking during a rager meant that a) you couldn't control your liquor and b) the party was over, for you. That's why I was shocked one night during my freshman year of college, when my friend came back from the bathroom and proudly announced, "Oh, man, I just puked my brains out!"
Being a poor college student sucks...except when other people notice and begin to cater directly to us and our needs. Like the student rate at the movie theater, or Apple's sweet discount for college students.