Tonight marks the return of my favorite brain junk food: ANTM, or for those of you less cool, "America's Next Top Model."I have no idea how I got hooked on this show. I can't even figure out why I like it. It's a bunch of primadonnas who will turn into has-beens faster than you can "Britney Spears."
Nonetheless, it's a nice way for me to space out and relax in front of the boobtube. I am relentlessly heckled by Mark for liking this show, who inevitably ends up watching it alongside me and getting equally wrapped up in the drama. How does that crow taste?
SSS: Errr...does walking from the farthest parking lot across campus count? I might have to modify my goals, and allow for one/two days off every so often. Giving up already? No, just fried after being at school on Tuesdays from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. So there.
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