The Tenth Circle of Hell

For those who procrastinate the day of their studying, they are encircled by mindless neighbors bent on their destruction. Driveways filled with huge trucks and tree shredders loud enough to pierce the eardrums and hearts of concentrating victims banned to unproductivity. Awakened by cursing construction workers dancing on roof tops, mocking the punishable souls fruitless attempts at information gathering.
Deeper in then the cold lifeless abyss of the ninth circle awaiting the treacherous, this is my home.
oy.

Worth it!

I love this movie and I love the music. See it, you won't regret it.

Four Foot Inspiration

Generally after work I put on my don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone face on my way to my car and try to plow through the lolligagers on Newbury Street. Well, on Friday I passed by someone while in said don't look, don't speak mode, but caught myself, and thank goodness I did. A got a little one person can make a difference lesson.


I backed up to get myself a glass of lemonade from a 10ish year old kid entrepreneur/philanthropist. This kid was outside around 5:30pm on one of the hottest days yet to sell lemonade for a organization called Global Santa (and I can't find a website, so I think he's the founder of this organization). He wasn't holed up in the air conditioned house playing video games, he was braving the balmy heat to raise money for kids, kids just like him in unhappy circumstance all over the world, so they could have Christmas presents. All I can say is not only do I wish I was more like him when I was a kid, I wish I was more like him now. This is the generation that will save the world.
Lemonade.

Could it be?

Yes.

Marty, Biff, and Doc enjoying a slice of pizza at Santarpio's. You know what this means don't you? World peace is right around the corner people.

Believe it.

The Pillowtalk Tripartite

After a long day of Sabbath wonders is there anything better than having soggy unfiltered conversation with a couple friends? I can't think of anything that could match, at least nothing within my capacity at this time. Tim, Colleen, and I, each lying on separate sofa's, falling asleep, chatting until one million o'clock in the a.m., loved it.

Hey Rach, what SHOULD you be doing right now?

Studying for my final tomorrow.

Hey Rach, what ARE you doing right now?

Oh, just wasting time, reading blogs and posting a blog that none of my friends will read.

Right.

The Man-Snag Fund

Today I spotted a perfect dress in the window of one of the stores near my place of employment, and of course was fantasizing about it all day. Finally when I had a moment, and a fabulous friend (if you know what I mean) to shop with I decided I needed to rid myself of my lust by discovering just how much this exquisiteness would set me back. Well, it was a Betsy Johnson, and would set me back approximately 200 clams, (and this from the consignment shop!) so as you would image, I passed.
But said fabulous friend James came up with a perfect idea, the Man-Snag fund. I've told him how all my extended family is keen on getting me hitched, so he thinks they should make donations so I can have Man-Snagging attire. Brilliant.

To Anxious Family:

I would definitely snag a man in the hotness that is Betsy Johnson, so if you would like to donate to my Man-Snag fund, please send check, cash or money order payable to me. Thank you for your support.

Your Loving Relative,
Rachel

Bus Driver From You Know Where...

So, I'm over at the lovely Julie Hulet's house today and had the experience of a lifetime.
Picture this...we are in my car, waiting at the stoplight right in front of her house and suddenly we hear/see a school bus going about mock 8 around the corner from the frontage road. I really think that it was on two wheels for a minute. We see in the driver seat the quintessential bad A., in a black t-shirt with cut off sleeves, big guy, bald head, goatee. The bus stops tittering, he barley makes the turn without tipping over, and then he barrels on down Park Avenue again at warp speed. No children were hurt or actually on the bus.
Best part about the whole thing...Julie and I were both staring in unbelief at the bus/driver driving by, then we looked at each other (both of our mouths were open and huge eyes) and busted up. I guess he was running a little late. Hilarious!! Crazy bus driver dude, feared by children, despised by suburban mothers, and loved by me.

President Faust

A brilliant quote from the CES fireside...

"Don't take too much counsel from your fears."

...word.