I have never been to Boston.
Next Monday marks my first trip to this old U.S. city. I am way beyond excited. As a history major I guess it needs no explanation. I'm going to do the 2.5 mile freedom trail and get in all my touristy sites. In between there'll be some college visits for my sister, Tufts, BU, BC, and Northeastern. Hopefully I can skip out on them. None of them have any of the graduate school programs I'm looking for, so it's of no use to me.
As for the other part of me, my stomach is BEYOND excited for the food that awaits in Boston. I love to eat in restaurants so the opportunity to eat at least 3 meals a day out is super exciting. I'm compiling a list of restaurants that are must visits. Upstairs on the Square, Pomplona (sp?), and various bakeries. I definitely need to make a visit to North End to get some Italin and to Chinatown for some Chinese/Asian food. I have been massively craving pho so hopefully there will be some good Vietnamese places.
7.23.2009
7.07.2009
This post is dedicated to Sachi.
Happy Birthday Sachi!
The woman of my dreams, the mother of my children (seriously, she's renting out her womb to me). If we were gay I would use this space to propose to her spend the rest of my life with this woman. But I have devoted my life to cats and to live together in cat/bag lady happiness with Bibi. Sachi can visit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday Sachi!
The woman of my dreams, the mother of my children (seriously, she's renting out her womb to me). If we were gay I would use this space to propose to her spend the rest of my life with this woman. But I have devoted my life to cats and to live together in cat/bag lady happiness with Bibi. Sachi can visit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
7.06.2009
Hello Goodbye, Hellogoodbye.
Five years ago I fell in love. With a band. Hellogoodbye. A year after that I found out they were going to be playing in Lyndhurst, mere minutes from my humble abode. I waited in excitement for that wonderous night to arrive. Since I was at that point without a license, I went with two friends, one of whom had a car. When we got there we realized Hellogoodbye would be the last band out of about 25 bands to play. About 10 bands in my ride got tired, sleepy, and ready to go home. Since I was without way to get home, I had to leave too. Disappointed and Forrest-less, I went home. Fast forward a couple months to Swarthmore. I was rooming next to a guy (S.) who happened to also enjoy the grooves of Hellogoodbye. Happily, their tour would be taking them to the Electric Factory in Philly later in the semester, so we bought tickets. Tucked away in the back of my mind was the thought of finally seeing HGB. BUUTT, three days before the concert, and during finals, I came down with a nasty case of strep throat. I could barely get out of bed and spent half my day puking up my insides in the garbage can next to my bed. I had little energy to get up to take my finals let alone get on the septa and stand for 4 hours in a crowded and loud room. I sadly gave away my ticket and cried a little inside. Luckily, the HGB gods were on my side, because next year they came around to Philly again. Gathering a larger group of friends to go, on a school night, we bought tickets to attend this oh holy of gatherings. I took extra vitamin C and made sure to get plenty of sleep leading up to the show. I was ready, my immune system was rocking and I had a guaranteed septa ride back. But I was sucker punch. I was ready to go but my friends were tired, bored, and ready to go home. They had a long day of classes and had to be up the next day for more. They stood there, as others around us were jumping in joy and singing along. Their bad moods rubbed off on me and I failed to enjoy myself. I'm too scared to buy anymore tickets to see HGB, I'm afraid I will attract lightening strikes or worse. Until the day I am assured a safe passage I must watch online and listen to cds in order to get my fill.
Five years ago I fell in love. With a band. Hellogoodbye. A year after that I found out they were going to be playing in Lyndhurst, mere minutes from my humble abode. I waited in excitement for that wonderous night to arrive. Since I was at that point without a license, I went with two friends, one of whom had a car. When we got there we realized Hellogoodbye would be the last band out of about 25 bands to play. About 10 bands in my ride got tired, sleepy, and ready to go home. Since I was without way to get home, I had to leave too. Disappointed and Forrest-less, I went home. Fast forward a couple months to Swarthmore. I was rooming next to a guy (S.) who happened to also enjoy the grooves of Hellogoodbye. Happily, their tour would be taking them to the Electric Factory in Philly later in the semester, so we bought tickets. Tucked away in the back of my mind was the thought of finally seeing HGB. BUUTT, three days before the concert, and during finals, I came down with a nasty case of strep throat. I could barely get out of bed and spent half my day puking up my insides in the garbage can next to my bed. I had little energy to get up to take my finals let alone get on the septa and stand for 4 hours in a crowded and loud room. I sadly gave away my ticket and cried a little inside. Luckily, the HGB gods were on my side, because next year they came around to Philly again. Gathering a larger group of friends to go, on a school night, we bought tickets to attend this oh holy of gatherings. I took extra vitamin C and made sure to get plenty of sleep leading up to the show. I was ready, my immune system was rocking and I had a guaranteed septa ride back. But I was sucker punch. I was ready to go but my friends were tired, bored, and ready to go home. They had a long day of classes and had to be up the next day for more. They stood there, as others around us were jumping in joy and singing along. Their bad moods rubbed off on me and I failed to enjoy myself. I'm too scared to buy anymore tickets to see HGB, I'm afraid I will attract lightening strikes or worse. Until the day I am assured a safe passage I must watch online and listen to cds in order to get my fill.
7.05.2009
What monster decided that Axe smells good?
I have never smelled anything so douchy in my life. That smell will forever be associated with guido, nasty men/boys, who attempt to recreate the Axe commercials where mildly attractive men attract wildly attractive girls. This does not happen in real life. Axe will only bring you flies and hungry rats. Please stop spraying Axe, please stop buying Axe. And please, shower, clean Ivory smells better than any perfume or cologne. I don't understand what is the attraction in the odor of Axe. It smells like dirty old man, sweat, and some weird bruja mix.
Was there some guy somewhere who put on Axe before he went to a bar and suddenly was swamped by women attempting to give him their numbers? If so, who is this guy?? Please tell him to stop telling his story. My nose can no longer take the abuse!
I have never smelled anything so douchy in my life. That smell will forever be associated with guido, nasty men/boys, who attempt to recreate the Axe commercials where mildly attractive men attract wildly attractive girls. This does not happen in real life. Axe will only bring you flies and hungry rats. Please stop spraying Axe, please stop buying Axe. And please, shower, clean Ivory smells better than any perfume or cologne. I don't understand what is the attraction in the odor of Axe. It smells like dirty old man, sweat, and some weird bruja mix.
Was there some guy somewhere who put on Axe before he went to a bar and suddenly was swamped by women attempting to give him their numbers? If so, who is this guy?? Please tell him to stop telling his story. My nose can no longer take the abuse!
7.04.2009
Searching for a job is very confusing in these modern times.
Many companies post their job openings online either on their own website or the thousands of job classified websites. In order to search through every single one of these postings would require me to hire a team of assistants, not much different from Veruca Salt's dad did, in order to wade through the poopy jobs and submit my resume and info to the perfect, or in my case paying local jobs. Not only do I have to search through online job postings, but there are hundreds of job opportunities that are never posted online! Who the heck decided this? It would make things so much easier if their was a job fairy and as soon as there was an opening somewhere, anywhere, she would post it online. So even if I couldn't submit my resume online I would know where to look and to apply in person. If anyone would like to volunteer to the job search committee, please feel free to apply... online.
Many companies post their job openings online either on their own website or the thousands of job classified websites. In order to search through every single one of these postings would require me to hire a team of assistants, not much different from Veruca Salt's dad did, in order to wade through the poopy jobs and submit my resume and info to the perfect, or in my case paying local jobs. Not only do I have to search through online job postings, but there are hundreds of job opportunities that are never posted online! Who the heck decided this? It would make things so much easier if their was a job fairy and as soon as there was an opening somewhere, anywhere, she would post it online. So even if I couldn't submit my resume online I would know where to look and to apply in person. If anyone would like to volunteer to the job search committee, please feel free to apply... online.
7.03.2009
Why is the summer not here?
Why have the 90 degree days not arrived? This weather is ridiculous. It's already July and it has not been substantially hot enough to wear tanks and shorts. It's been windy, cloudy, rainy, anything but sunny hot summer weather. Where do I enter my complaints? Weather.com?
Why have the 90 degree days not arrived? This weather is ridiculous. It's already July and it has not been substantially hot enough to wear tanks and shorts. It's been windy, cloudy, rainy, anything but sunny hot summer weather. Where do I enter my complaints? Weather.com?
7.02.2009
Music gets old after a while.
I have over 2500 songs in my itunes library. However, I feel like I've listened to everything I own, so many times that I'm sick of it all. I need more music, new music, I need 2500 songs to replace the ones I have. I can't listen to music anymore. I used to spend the beginnings of every summer compiling a soundtrack for car drives. But I feel since the music I have is not good I cannot put together a CD worth listening to in the car. My car drives suffer as a result. The radio is highly disappointing. Somehow all the stations band together to play the same songs at the same time and commercials at the same time. I need the perfect song selection to drive, cruising tunes. How can I drive with radio music?!?! I need help
I have over 2500 songs in my itunes library. However, I feel like I've listened to everything I own, so many times that I'm sick of it all. I need more music, new music, I need 2500 songs to replace the ones I have. I can't listen to music anymore. I used to spend the beginnings of every summer compiling a soundtrack for car drives. But I feel since the music I have is not good I cannot put together a CD worth listening to in the car. My car drives suffer as a result. The radio is highly disappointing. Somehow all the stations band together to play the same songs at the same time and commercials at the same time. I need the perfect song selection to drive, cruising tunes. How can I drive with radio music?!?! I need help
7.01.2009
I think I am about to do something highly illegal.
Yes, I am going to talk about Bryn Mawr. The camp, not the all women's psycho college. I think somewhere in my contract it stipulated that I was not to talk about Camp Bryn Mawr outside of Bryn Mawr and it should only be said under my breath and during a full moon or some nonsense like that. Anyway, if any Bryn Mawr camp directors should happen upon this blog, everything you are about to read is a lie. For everyone else, this is pure fact.
Did you ever wonder where the inspiration for Stepford Wives came from? Camp Bryn Mawr. I felt like I was in Pleasantville. I have never seen so many cheerful, smiley people in one place. Now, I am not a miserable person, I enjoy smiling every now and then, but this was crazy. It felt like something out of a horror movie. One week was enough, way more than enough. So if anyone ever has any desire to work at this seemingly idyllic camp in Pennsylvania, TURN AWAY!! Save yourselves! Unless of course you are into being psychotic together while singing songs, holding hands, and running in fields of daisies.
Yes, I am going to talk about Bryn Mawr. The camp, not the all women's psycho college. I think somewhere in my contract it stipulated that I was not to talk about Camp Bryn Mawr outside of Bryn Mawr and it should only be said under my breath and during a full moon or some nonsense like that. Anyway, if any Bryn Mawr camp directors should happen upon this blog, everything you are about to read is a lie. For everyone else, this is pure fact.
Did you ever wonder where the inspiration for Stepford Wives came from? Camp Bryn Mawr. I felt like I was in Pleasantville. I have never seen so many cheerful, smiley people in one place. Now, I am not a miserable person, I enjoy smiling every now and then, but this was crazy. It felt like something out of a horror movie. One week was enough, way more than enough. So if anyone ever has any desire to work at this seemingly idyllic camp in Pennsylvania, TURN AWAY!! Save yourselves! Unless of course you are into being psychotic together while singing songs, holding hands, and running in fields of daisies.