Oh reality TV, how you have gotten me through many a rough patch in my life, many a break up, many a late night binge fest...really any low point in my life. I've been with you since the first Real World appeared on MTV, to the horrible escapades of a young Jessica Simpson, I've seen it all.
The food, the family, the parade, the mark of the beginning of Christmas...really what more could anyone ask for? But with all of these amazing things around us (and the promise of half-price shoes the next day) we sometimes forget what Thanksgiving is all about.
When I was 10 I used to lock myself in my room and play Barbie for hours. Sometimes it ended in drastic haircuts, other times marriages, but usually with someone's head being popped off. Although I had a lot of respect for a girl who could rock one of my many failed attempts at an early "Rachel," I had to admit I was a little jealous.
As mentioned in previous posts, I love Halloween and everything about it. From being scared straight, to mocking the horrible fake blood in haunted houses, it's the most magical time of the year. Plus, it's the one time of year I can watch Halloweentown multiple times a day (which is exactly what I plan on doing today...judgement free zone).
I'm not sure if it's just this time of year, or if it's because I'm about to end one job (which pays my bills), but lately I just feel like I'm constantly drowning. You know, that feeling where you're just stuck underwater and you can't get up no matter how hard you try...so you just keep sinking. Taking on more things to bide the time, but in reality wishing you had less on your plate.
I fully admit to watching things like the Jersey Shore, Bachelorette, and Big Brother..I also fully admit it's a problem. But every time I turn them on I'm reminded of two things 1. I really am completely normal and 2. there are a lot of stupid men out there...
We mock them, trash talk them, tweet them and get sucked into their lame plot lines. Usually we tell our friends we only watch them as a joke, but secretly we live for that half hour or so when we get introduced to someone else's problems. Not only do we then feel better about ourselves after, but we had the pleasure of secretly (well pleasure might not be the right word) watching someone else's life.
No one likes being broken up with. And few people, I'm sure, actually enjoy being the breaker upper. But regardless of the situation it has to happen, because as much as I would love to tell you that you will only date one person...it rarely happens. And as someone who as been on both ends, multiple times, I feel as though I can shed some light on creative ways to break up with your S.O.
I like words. That may sound like a strange statement but it's true. I like words. I like reading them. I like writing them. I like speaking them. I love how words often sound like their meaning. How certain ones flow off the tongue effortlessly and others are succinct little chirps.
I think it's pretty clear by now that here at CollegeCandy we take our tv watching pretty seriously. We either love it, or hate it. (Or love to hate it.) We know what we like and what we don't and we're not afraid to say it. And when we're invested in a show, we're invested in a show.
So the other day I was watching old episodes of 90210 (don't judge!) that I had DVRed and never got around to watching when it came time for the commercial break. I looked around for the remote so I could fast forward right through (per usual), but it was all the way on the other side of the room.
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.
So I was reorganizing my book shelf the other day (don’t judge) when I came across some books I hadn’t seen in a while. Judy Blume. Sarah Dessen. Beverly Clearly. The names that defined and redefined my pre-teen and adolescent days. The women that changed my life. The stories that shaped my perspective on everything I know about being a girl. Back in the day, I devoured these novels, soaking up every bit of new information I could get from them. I loved the characters, the stories, the life lessons, and everything in between. But mostly I just loved to read. And I loved to read these novels because I could relate to them so well.