While Halloween isn't until tomorrow, there have been plenty of appearances by costumed folk celebrating the festivities this past weekend. Much better than finding a solo costume, getting a group together for Halloween makes the night much more fun.
While romantic kisses in real life never seem to quite measure up to the ones on the silver screen, one can always dream. We see these ridiculously romantic kisses and get goosebumps hoping some guy will pull us out into the rain and lay one on us.
I consider myself a fashionista, a fashion enthusiast, a clothing connoisseur. I keep up with the trends using my two favorite outlets: a fashion glossy and Twitter. And when I’m walking down the street and see that glam girl rocking the maxi dress I’ve had my eye on for weeks? I’m no happy camper. But there’s one thing I consider worse -- walking down the street and feeling the need to check what century I’m in because of a particularly “out there” ensemble.
Okay, so a couple of weeks ago my weekly ten listed my top ten worst chick flicks ever. And you ladies had some pretty strong reactions to it and some pretty varied opinions. But amidst all those opinions I'm pretty sure I got the idea that you like chick flicks. And so do I. (Just not those.) I love chick flicks. Lots of them. There are so many amazing movies about women and for women, some about love, and some about life, that are labeled as chick flicks. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I've watched them more times than I can keep track of.
On Wednesday, I sat down after a long day of work, classes, and caffeine to find the only thing that could turn my day around waiting for me. My Glamour magazine had arrived. Eagerly, I sat down to indulge in some horoscope reading and horror story retelling. But before I even reached the cover story on Fergie I was sidetracked by something else entirely.
Julia Roberts, where you been girl?! For a while, you were the hottest mama in Hollywood. Your megawatt smile, great acting chops and beachy waves won us over (and also made us intensely jealous), then out of nowhere, you disappeared. Poof! You had to go get married and have babies...twins and all.
Even though we usually tear up (or start flat-out bawling, depending on your current romantic situation), no girl can resist the chick-flick. Or, more accurately, the dreamboat main characters that make our hearts swoon for 90 minutes (and then again when we watch the DVD alone on a Friday night and cry into a bowl of Thai food). Those boys are just so...perfect.
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.
While everyone at NYU dresses like they are homeless hipsters, it turns out that they can't be, 1) Because NYU costs $50,000 a year to attend, and 2) Because NYU hates poor people.
It is no secret that college is expensive. Even if you get scholarship money, you still have to cover the books, the clothes, and everything else that comes with college life. Some people are fortunate enough to have everything covered, but those college students who are on their own are forced to seek employment on or around campus.
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