Having just finished a relentless semester of school that left me feeling like I understand what celebrities mean when they check into the hospital for "exhaustion," I feel lame and blob-y. Motivating myself with little bites of frozen cookie dough during finals seemed so sensible at the time...alas.
Luckily, my fella and I recently tracked down (spy-style) a Nintendo Wii. I'm spending my spare time (now that I actually have some) rocking out at Wii Tennis for an hour a day. It's so much fun that you hardly notice that you're sweating through your sports bra. Highly recommended for those with Nestle-triple-chocolate-chunk-thighs and everyone else with a competitive streak.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Welcome, welcome!
Welcome to mazgalomania, home of the narcissitic college student. Oh wait, isn't that really the whole internet? I'm going to try to keep the commentary on what I had for breakfast, what I bought today, and my musings on life to a minimum. Those who know me get enough of that already, and those who don't should consider themselves lucky.
Instead, this is a fun, snarky place where I will put others down to make myself, and you, dear reader, feel better! Whoo! Which reminds me - anyone got the number for a good therapist? :D
Instead, this is a fun, snarky place where I will put others down to make myself, and you, dear reader, feel better! Whoo! Which reminds me - anyone got the number for a good therapist? :D
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