I laugh at what I used to think was cool when I was growing up. In all seriousness, I thought having braces was cool.

I used to hate working out - until I learned how to do it properly.

Apparently, despite my awareness of its pejorative connotation, procrastinating is something I fall victim to quite frequently. I'm not proud of it; I'm just being honest.

There's nothing I hate more than gritty, linty, mysterious pocket schmutz in the cap of my lip moisturizer - or, even worse, on the applicator itself. I shudder at the thought.

Um... Bulgaria is an interesting country. The people are lovely. There are potholes the size of small planets.

Hockey seems completely lawless and, therefore, inexplicably sexy.

I am much more productive late at night because I have no one to look to for entertainment aside from myself.