Feeling philanthropic, I decided to chop off my hair and donate it to Locks of Love. I left the salon with my creepy ponytail in a pink shopping bag. I just need to fill out the form and send it off.

Here’s the Splenda Stealer, and little lighter and ready for the summer!

A decade ago, it was en vogue to show your lack of appreciation for someone, as the great Smashmouth once sang, “…with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an ‘L’ on her forehead…”

Nowadays, my finger and my thumb have adapted to the times, becoming trigger fingers, mutating, aka, self-stream-lining themselves to fit my everyday obsession with copying and pasting links to my friends through email and Gchat. Command copy, command paste. Command C, Command V. Over, and over, and over, again.

Swimmers shave their legs to reduce friction in the water and increase speed. My fingers chose to exert its tendons for speed in awkward positioning (I was never good at typing with the home row) that I am now sporting athletes’ finger; my wrist is freaking killing me. On a whim, I scotch-taped my pinky to my ring finger and oddly enough it helped the discomfort. When I whined on the phone to my mom, an occupational therapist, she felt bad and sent my dad to work with this blue tape I could use to wrap my fingers, which I happily dropped by his office one morning to pick up.

She said its the same material football players use to tape their fingers. I’m just a dork with a blogging injury.

Regardless, if copying and pasting links has given me an injury, they must be quite a find. I thought I should share with you some of the gems I have found. Enjoy.

DailyLit: I can’t allow myself to go into Barnes and Noble or other book stores because I will just stomp and pout because I will want to buy every interesting title. I do have a library card, but the library in Hoboken is small and limited. This site allows you to receive short book installments by email or RSS feed and you can choose the days and times you want to read.

Photojojo: This site’s newsletter features some of the coolest projects I have seen with photography. I don’t even have one of those tricked out SLR’s, but I can try and fake it with their tips.

HOLY YOGA PANTS!! The foot is better!! Although I had to cancel my plans for The Great Saunter, held last Saturday, which was to be a 32 mile hike around the edge of Manhattan for 12 hours, I believe I will be ready to kick it this Saturday for SELF magazine’s Workout in the Park, a day of fitness classes and goodies in Central Park. I cannot wait.

A whole day of fitness outside, in the park of all parks?? Yes please! I’m fairly confident my foot will behave, as I have laid low from jogging and power-walking for over a month now. It’s still a teensy wheensy sore when I wake up, but after some stretches it’s much better.

Behold the break-down of the event:

Join us at the year’s coolest clean energy movement! It’s an explosion of power when thousands of high-octane women in your city hit the park for knockout workouts, beauty treatments and product samples.

All events are 11AM – 3PM. Rain or Shine!

I also took a peek at the line-up of classes, and there is one class that includes the use of mini-trampolines. All I have to say it that everyone better move outta my way for that line, though aren’t events like this supposed to encourage that pound your chest, hear me roar synergy?? I can’t help that I get competitive in crowd situations.

What will also be nice, compared to the free Women’s Health Are You Game event last July, is that this event is only open to those who buy tickets. While not free, (I know, I know, but it’s only $15 and that includes a magazine subscription) it will ensure that lines to the smaller classes or free goodies won’t be an hour+ long. Maybe we’ll also spy some celebrity babies, like last time. Who knows.

I’m tossing my new Victoria Secret yoga pants, some sunscreen, and a water bottle into a backpack. And maybe a granola bar or two. The only thing I have left to plan is which classes to choose. Since I’m going with a few friends, to rid the day of nail-biting indecision, maybe we can just take turns choosing a class, every 35 min. It should be fun.

As an additional note, I wanted to add that this free, 45 min yoga-plus video on the Exercise TV site really kicked my ass last night. By the end of the 45 minutes, the instructor, Elise Gulan, pretty much left me sweaty, curled up in fetal position, assuring my sacrum that it was a good workout and that I will get stronger. It was an amazing workout, even if every five minutes I had to call out, HOW THE F IS SHE DOING THIS??!? I highly recommend.

I’ve decided to plan a trip to New Zealand. I know, I know. I bitch about paying $8 for a box of Splenda but I’ve decided to embark on an adventure where the round-trip airfare alone costs over $1,000?? But please, let me explain: one of my best friends (who am I kidding, it’s Ms. Ball O’Sunshine, a regular on this blog) is moving there for about a year or so, so I will have a place to stay and hang out with when I arrive in the southern hemisphere, and how many times will I ever know someone in New Zealand?? I think it’s safe to say there’s a slim to none chance (so you’re saying there’s a chance??…sorry, I couldn’t resist the Dumb and Dumber reference) that will happen again.

At this point in my life, I’m still in that frame of thought where I really don’t care where I stay/stash my stuff/catch some zzzz’s, as long as it’s cheap. When I traveled abroad in the UK, when I was traveling outside of my home base of Bath, you could find me in a creepy hostel bunk-bed complete with an 80′s-themed cartoon character comforter for 12 euros a night, or on a sofa of one of my other friends studying abroad like me in another country. The young are resilient that way. We may wake up with a slight kink in our necks, but we’ll sleep anywhere. Bathtubs, cars, a corner with a pillow or balled up jacket for a pillow. As long as it’s cheap or free. And, you usually get a great story out of it, or if not, in the very least, you can at least sound like you lead a crazy life by always referring to that one time you were woken up by a fleet of drunken Irishmen sticking chips from McDonald’s practically up your nose at 4am, or to the site of an old woman drying her unmentionables by an open window next to your head in 32 degree weather. (I really thought it was a youth hostel when I booked it, I swear).

When you’re older, it’s a different story. You’ve grown accustomed to the finer things in life. When you vacation, you want/need that chocolate on your pillow. To get away from home is a plan to pamper yourself away from work, the kids, etc. Also, by then, perhaps you have arthritis or sprouted a new allergy of dust and you honestly can’t curl up in your friend’s dog bed. You could also risk looking cheap if you never spring for a hotel.

Lucky for me, I am 25 and still don’t really care where I sleep, though sleeping on the floor makes me all stuffy. And my hip always hurts in the morning. Is my body trying to tell me to grow up a little??

Annnnyway, back to cheap travel plans, which is what this post is supposed to focus on. A few weeks ago I had a little get-away to Boston, a town (I can’t call that a city) that I really enjoy visiting. The twin is an admission counselor at a university and had to attend a few college fairs in Beantown and I was invited to go along for morale support. Invited, elected myself, whatever. The best part of the trip, besides bonding with my twin sis, was that most of it was free!! As an incredible mooch, I was the passenger in the rented car that my sis drove up to Boston and then stayed in her hotel room with her. All I had to pay was for food and booze.

Splenda Stealers can travel! The next time you want to take a vacation or get-away, write down a list of people whose company you really enjoy and then map them out geographically. In the fall I saw one of my friends, whom I studied abroad with, who now lives in Chicago. I got to see a new city and catch up with a great friend, and one of these days I’ll even post the pics.

Alas, here are a few pics from my trip to Boston with the twin:

We had a few more gems, but sadly, the twin lost her camera!! So I guess it wasn’t completely a cheap trip for her…