When word spread around GW that The Real World would be filming here, the student body went a little crazy. It's all anyone could talk about. Where would they be living? Where would they be partying? How would we get an invite back to the swanky MTV pad?
I’m pretty sure I don’t have OCD, but sometimes I really convince myself that I do. And by "sometimes" I mean "every time I watch Obsessed on A&E." Although my habits don’t come nearly as close to those of the people on that show who have to touch the fridge 46 times before they can get some milk, I do have some quirks that make me go hmm…
God, am I lucky to still be in college. And no, I’m not just talking about the amazing carefree, party animal, parent-less lifestyle of mine (life literally does not. get. better). I’m talking about the luxury of not having to deal with the real world in a currently not-so-great world.
Aug 21, 2009
Cancer. The word alone gives me the heebie jeebies. It's a scary disease that somehow touches all of our lives, especially nowadays when it seems like everything causes this deadly disease. Yes, we already know that smoking causes cancer; even if you ignore the doctors, it literally says so on the pack. And tanning is pretty stupid too. Fine, we get it.
Aug 21, 2009
They come in all different colors, styles, and sizes. They’re a part of our daily uniform during the summertime (Editor's Note: And if you're me, they stay in rotation until the snow begins to fall); we wear them to the beach, to work, or when we’re just hangin' out in the house. Some people may hate on flip flops, but they are truly god's gift to mankind (after Channing Tatum and Coldstone Creamery, of course).
Aug 18, 2009
You wanna express your love with your man? Fine, but keep it in the bedroom. No one needs to see you shoving your tongue down his throat (or your hand down his pants) when they're going about their daily business. And you know what else we don't want to see? You shoving your hand down your own pants to adjust those boy shorts that keep creeping up your crack.
Obviously no one learned their lesson from Paris Hilton (or Kim Kardashian, Leighton Meester, Screech, etc...). and clearly Vanessa Hudgens' nude body all over the internet didn’t quite send the don’t-take-nude-pictures message either, because twilight star Ashley Greene has some not-so-PG photos circulating the world wide web.
My day started off bad enough with ultra frizzy hair and sweat in every crack, crevice and fold on my body (thank you, hot and hazy NYC summer!). I didn't think it could get much worse than swamp ass, but it did. Oh boy did it get worse. Upon signing online for my morning FB stalk sesh I learned that Facebook has added a new application: The Stalker Check app.
So you’re determined to get those rock-hard, washboard, Jessica Alba abs. And you even stepped up the intensity of your workout by increasing those crunches and sit-ups to ensure that your stomach is flat in no time. Well, its time to stop that. Right now.
She’s got her own show, album, book, sex tape…the list goes on. And now Paris Hilton, the infamous model, celebrity (what the heck do you even call her) has her own documentary, "Paris, not France" set to premiere tonight on MTV.
Clearly the fact that there have been six Harry Potter movies released, (two more in the making) seven books out in stores, and an upcoming theme park in Orlando, doesn’t quite express the extent of society’s obsession with the magic wizardly world. Because college Quidditch (yes, the broomstick-riding sport) is on the rise.