For six months, I didn’t take a sip of alcohol. I didn’t plan for my hiatus to be for...
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 love my life. I'm really happy. Everything is great. I go to a good school and I'm doing well. I have a wonderful boyfriend whom I love. I have great friends who I hang out with all the time. The problem is my roommate. She doesn't like me. I don't know why. I've done my best to be nice with her but she just doesn't like me.
If you think your NYE outfit, alcohol supply and approximate cab fare combine to cost a pretty penny, just be glad you aren't greeting 2012 from a nightclub in Vegas. It might sound fun at first: there's a ton of options, the venues are gorgeous, and you can simply walk back to your hotel room whenever you're ready to change outfits in time for breakfast, right?
To parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and writers of The Denver Post, Thank you so much for your concern about my supposed “drunkorexia,” which is apparently the deliberate decision to eat less food on days destined for drunken debauchery. Though this is not an official medical term, it has been noted in Colorado as a recent “growing trend” among college women.
Dear Residents, Now that your boxes are unpacked and you've begun sneakily drinking and smoking illegal substances in your rooms, I feel it is time we had a little chat. There are a few things that we need to get clear right now so that we can all happily coexist for the remainder of the year.
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.
This morning, Twitter told me two very interesting things: 1. DrunkenCooking is now following me and 2. Lindsay Lohan (fresh from rehab and jail) admitted to failing her most recent drug test. For me, this means I've made it big. For Lilo, this means another 30 days in the slammer.
In the past year, I passed through the rookie stage of drinking. You know, getting over the fact that drinking isn’t such a big deal after all (I know some may beg to differ, which I totally respect, but step off for a sec, darlings) and then advancing into classic teen movie, drink up mode. It was like I was Cady Heron (a la Mean Girls) being de-innocentized, except minus The Plastics.
Heading into your senior year well-prepared (and well-hydrated) makes all the difference, so here’s 9 things to keep in mind before you embark on the beginning of the end:
For many college students, going to a top-rated party school is an honor and a bragging right. Princeton Review, the granddaddy of all rankings, announced today that the University of Georgia is this year's top party school in the country.
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.
By now, everyone knows and loves (and quotes) the website Texts from Last Night. (Even my parents.) Most college students can relate to the drunken and crazy antics described in the texts show up on there. I know my friends and I can spend entire afternoons cracking up poring over that site. And now there's a new site out there inspired by TFLN that promises the same kind of fun and amusement...
Let's be honest for a moment: house parties and bar hopping are all great weekend (or weeknight...or weekday...) activities, but they can get pretty exhausting for us ladies. We have to primp for hours, wear excruciatingly high heels and tight clothes, and still manage to look good after gettin' low on the dance floor to whatever Black Eyed Peas song the DJ decides to play.
We all are victims of the classic college dilemma: huge party at night, big test in the morning. The modern day “to be or not to be.” We don’t want to risk being hungover for our test, but missing our roommate’s cousin’s girlfriend’s younger brother’s birthday is totally not in the cards. We go back and forth weighing the pros and cons, slowly being sucked in by peer pressure.