Can we all just agree that this week never even happened? I mean, really, did it? It seems like everyone’s been tying up loose ends and preparing for the madness that will be next week. Whether you’re eager to get home and enjoy some home cookin’ for the first time in months or are dreading sitting at a table with twenty of your closest relatives, we’ve taken the time to prepare you for just about anything!
Please tell me I’m not the only one waiting for LiLo’s next crazy move! This week found me missing our drug-addled girl like whoa, especially since I wanted to be a Loca Lohan hot mess for Halloween. Can we please go back to happier times when she was posing with knives alongside Vanessa Minnillo?
As of right now, I have been in the library for a duration of eleven hours. Working on one paper. I left for an hour to steal a free hot dog from a baseball game on campus. This is my life. And it's probably yours if you are stuck in the tornado of finals week, sucking the fun out of our lives.
Pat yourselves on the back, everyone - we have officially surpassed another stressful week! And if you are a hopeless romantic like me, Channing Tatum is closing out the week with a bang (or a box full of tissues) in Dear John. And I. Am. Looking forward to it. Besides drooling excessively over Mr. Tatum's abs, we have a lot more to look forward to this weekend: dance parties, our last football Sunday for the season, and busting our minds for that perfect gift for a special someone.
Oh, boys—can’t live with them, can’t live without them. First he’s joining you for a romantic snowball fight or making you a thoughtful, handmade gift, then he’s holding your sexy pictures hostage and updating his Facebook status on your wedding day.
Thanksgiving is less than a week away. That means you’ve got six days to hit the gym and eat healthfully in an attempt to make up for the massive amounts of fat, sugar and tryptophan about to hit your bloodstream. (Unless you’re currently single, in which case you’re probably mainlining cake frosting at this very moment.) I’m getting sleepy just thinking about it.
It’s Friday the 13th, and even though I’m not particularly superstitious—I’ve stepped on many a crack in my day, and my mother’s back is still working just fine—I do feel a little uneasy. That’s mostly because, as my main man Tim Gunn might say, I’m concerned about a lot of things right now.
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 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.)
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.
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).