As the week comes to a close, I am overflowing with pressing questions. Why is it 75 degrees on the east coast halfway through October? What the hell am I going to be for Halloween? How long is it going to take for this milkshake obsession to catch up with my thighs? I’ll find solace in knowing I’m not the only one asking away.
When will it stop raining? Who is balloon boy and why should I care about him? And I’m not the only one asking questions. Take a look at some of the burning queries that have been occupying CC writers for the past week:
It’s hard not to smile when you first see this now-notorious picture from last month’s Glamour. Whether fashion mags are just trying to cash in on a long-neglected market or they’re actually making a concentrated effort to diversify their glossy pages, it’s incredibly refreshing to see a “plus-sized” woman with a tiny paunch being portrayed as confident and sexy.
It’s October now, which means that there’s basically only one thing to talk about for the next 29 days: Halloween. (I had a conversation with a friend yesterday in which he revealed to me that he plans to dress up as a sexy Ghostbuster on the big night. That’s right—he.)
Happy fall, everybody! After months of sun and sweat, it’s finally time to enjoy good TV and cozy autumnal fashion—or not. The weather is perfect: it’s warm enough to work out outdoors, if you’re into that kind of thing, but cool enough to make getting close to a special someone—meaning someone who can take direction—even more appealing…
It’s been a rough week. Not only did we realize that we’ve suddenly got mountains of reading to do, but we also found out that drinking more doesn’t actually cure a hangover. We’ve also got swine flue worries, toxic friends, and the Kanye West-Joe Wilson battle for Biggest Douche of the Year to deal with.
It’s been a big week—since classes started on Tuesday, I’ve freaked out about my upcoming thesis proposal approximately 3,849 times, eaten tons of free food at our Activities Fair, and seen Rihanna in the flesh (there are perks to going to college in New York City).
Remember that line Charlotte said in an episode of Sex and the City? "I've been dating since I was 15! I'm exhausted! Where is he?" Yeah. That's pretty much where I'm at right now. I mean, really, between meeting guys who beer bong in the wrong places and giving my number to rather questionable dudes...
The week is officially over people, and I have to say that brings a sigh of relief from my end of the computer. I'm not sure what made this week such a doozy, but it's over now and I can start planning my date with icy, fruity alcoholic-filled drinks (watermelon soju = best summer drink ever).
It's been an interesting week. Now that we're in the thick of summer, we're starting to look ahead to the...fall? What? Despite my resistance to any and all cool weather thoughts at this time, they are here.
This week was pretty rad, what with so much geek flying all over the place. The new Harry Potter movie is out and I'm extremely excited (I may not be the only one). I'm almost to the point where I want to don a cape, grab a wand and do my best English accent (best = horrific).
Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the marathon training, but we are really tired. Maybe even too tired to hit the town, get drunk, and take tons of pictures of ourselves tonight. I know - something must be wrong with us, but it might be a good thing. We don't want to do something stupid, and we never know where those pictures are going to end up.
Considering we had an extra day this weekend, this past week has been ROUGH. That Monday BBQ was awesome, but...