Does a nap and chugging wine while I put on makeup count as pre-gaming?
We're not saying to sit on your couch every weekend but, knowledge is power.
I'm not showering. You can't make me.
"I'll have a beer." There are many, many types of beer.
“You look so good, oh my God! Your hair is always perfect! You’re so skinny, shut up.”
At first my girlfriends were pretty convinced that he liked me, but after our movie date (if it even was a date), they aren't sure. When we parted ways, we both said we had a great time and that we hoped to see each other soon, but I didn't get a text afterwards. Is it worth pining after this boy, or should I take my "three day rule" girlfriend's advice and just get over it?
When it comes to entertainment in college, it can seem like everything is expensive; but you don't have to sacrifice fun to save your bank account! All it takes is some planning and self-control.
One of the great struggles that we must face time and time again: Work vs Play. I mean, I’m sure that to some staying in to study doesn’t feel like work (and those are the ones who the other 99% will end up working for) but for the rest of us socially adjusted, it’s a bit more difficult of a predicament. So then we have to wonder, what are the X factors to debate over when making your decision?
In a college world where (shocker!) people drink and hook-up on a regular basis, it's always a lovely gift in disguise to have a wingwoman by your side who supports you, sets you up for success, and is your personal cheerleader.
I crushed on his friend a little, but I was convinced that my Ex was the one for me. Now that we have broken up (he dumped me and was apparently flirting with other girls), I regret not choosing his friend.
Teen Vogue has a slideshow on their site right now of "100 party-ready heels for prom." Even though we're well past our prom days, we still love a good pair of heels – whether we're heading to a formal, going out, or just because. But after a few clicks, we discovered that Teen Vogue's picks are way out of our price range. Check out the affordable alternatives we found to Teen Vogue's pricey picks.
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It seems that whenever we girls decide to go out, we end up walking into the bar or club with a posse of, like, 15 females. Once we're in our element, we "dance, dance, dance" and "text, text, text". This hilarious music video does a wonderful job of explaining just what happens when a huge group of girls roll into a bar. There's even a "Drunk Girl Roll Call" including Becky, who's that one girl's cousin. Not to mention, the song is sort of catchy!
The point is, a breakup is hard for both parties involved no matter the circumstances. And though I had my low moments, I still wanted to jump right back into the dating scene. Why? Because I’m young and there are hot guys everywhere at my university! Because I like to meet new people! Because not all guys are going to hurt me and I’m ready to meet someone worthwhile.
Although watching The Grinch fifteen times in one week does sound fun, I’m here to remind you that while you’re in college you’re obliged to solider through the blizzards and natural disasters and drink. Here are eight good reasons why you shouldn’t stay in this winter...
Me and a few girlfriends put on our highest heels and tightest jeans, teased out our hair, chugged a glass of wine and strut our stuff downtown. For the first time, I felt a hint of cougar status brew in my insides. I was only a year older than most of the people in the bar...aside from the 18-year-old freshman busting in with fake IDs. But we all promised ourselves that this was only an experiment -- to hands-on discover how much we'd grown up in the past year. Right?
It’s safe to say that coming from the land of Thirsty Thursday nights, where $5 liquor pitchers and $1 beers reign, to the land of $12 mixed well drinks has been an adjustment. It’s enough to wonder whether the experience from my unpaid internship is worth as I dish out more cash in one night than I do in a month at the bars from my university town.
Everyone remembers their first time at a bar. Whether they were 17 with a fake ID, or they actually waited until they turned 21, it's relatively exciting experience. It's like when you don't have to sit at the children's table for holiday dinners anymore -- you finally get to play with the big kids.
It's cold outside. Like, chill-you-to-the-bones cold. So cold, not even your North Face jacket and Uggs can save you. The moment you step outside to go that class-you-really-wish-you-could-skip-but-the-TA-is-a-jerk-who-will-dock-your-grade-if-you-miss-even-one, the air stings your face and makes your eyes water.
Last week, the girls at CollegeFashion.net covered the top 5 handbag essentials for all of your daytime needs! Now it’s time to talk about things they keep in our bags for nights out.
You had good intentions. Sitting in your childhood bedroom for the 19th consecutive day, eating homemade cookies courtesy of your mom, with nothing stressing you out or occupying your time, you started thinking ahead to 2011. It's a new year, you tell yourself, a new decade. There's no better time to make some changes and improve upon yourself.
When you were young, the time you got home didn't mean anything (well besides how many kids you were going to have on The Sims). But nowadays, the time you turn in during college says a lot about you and your night.
It might be your roommate’s birthday, or your birthday, or just another Saturday night on campus. Either way, you are currently standing in front of your over-stuffed closet in a towel with wet hair dripping down your back. You’ve got your pre-party mix blasting from your laptop as you scan your closet for something to wear.
Four Loko is a popular new canned alcoholic beverage. Essentially an alcohol-fueled energy drink. Each can contains the equivalent of three beers, caffeine, and artificial flavoring, all for under $3. But the benefits of this cheapie drink are eclipsed by the serious threat it poses to students who intend to party hard.
I survived most of my years in college by borrowing clothes. Most weekends I had another girl’s shirt on my back because I never had any “going out clothes” or the pocket change to spare on them. But some girls had closets and dressers and hampers full of amazing shirts that, after a few drinks, they were always willing to share.
Giving up my nights out was not something I was especially prepared to do when I started scouring my college town for a job; who wants to be folding clothes amidst an asthma-inducing Abercrombie cologne cloud late into the evening when your girls are out at $1 pitcher night? Nobody.
A few weeks ago, when my alarm went off at 6:30 in the morning (after hitting snooze at least four times), I rolled out of bed feeling like the very definition of a hot mess. My hair was stuck to my cheek, I reeked of alcohol, and my head was pounding. I stumbled into the bathroom, convinced I was still a little drunk, looked in the mirror, and thought about the 12-hour day I had ahead of me.
There comes a time in every young woman's life when she looks at her roommate laying on the bathroom floor at the bar and says to herself "it's time to take her to the hospital home." Of course there were signs all night that it wasn't going to end well. Such as when she went outside to boot and rally.
Today is Good Friday and it is a Good Friday indeed. The sun is shining, the temperature is rising, and I've got a whole lot of Real Housewives and The Soup on my DVR just begging to be watched. In honor of the holiday (and the fact that the sun is putting me in a fantabulous mood!), I thought I'd have the CollegeCandy writers share what makes a Good Friday for them.
Riddle me this. Why did no one warn me that 3-day weekends don't exist in the real world? Maybe I was naive and in a college bubble, but I truly had no idea that people worked full days on Friday. Like it still blows me away me when my boss gives me a ten page to-do list on Friday at 4:00. By that time I'm in full weekend mode and already planning my outfit for the night.
Giving up my nights out was not something I was especially prepared to do when I started scouring my college town for a job; who wants to be folding clothes amidst an asthma-inducing Abercrombie cologne cloud late into the evening when your girls are out at $1 pitcher night? Nobody. That's why I became a cocktail waitress.
