it was the summer of '69

it has finally come. august 4th, 2006. this day was almost as greatly anticipated as may 24th, 2006 which was the last day of finals. but not quite. it was so euphoric. delightful. amazing. ok the actual experience of lets stare @ ppls posters and pretend we care was hugely boring, but the actual feeling i had when i pulled out of the parking garage and turned on my MUSIC so loud i came home w. a headache...that was pure joy. it was like...i have finished a summer that i complianed so much about. and u kno what..i'm glad that i had this summer. this was a very good summer even w.o all the fun hanging-outness i would have had in dallas. this is shocking that i have come 2 such a realization. well actually its not shocking. bc i am a dwell in the past kind of person, so now that mice summer `06 is over (WOOOHOO) i of course look back @ it nostalgically as if all those complaints never occured. kind of like how i'm the only person from our class that looks back on high school fondly. point is i wont blog about what the end of work means in the grander scheme of life bc i might get in trouble w. a certain mirbir.

u know how they always say that every experience changes u? i knew i had changed in israel when i came back having learned how 2 better control the monster i call my hair. i knew i had changed this summer when i pulled some snazzy driving moves on dale. u see i wanted 2 go 2 the dry cleaners. really i could have just shot straight down georgia, however as well kno there was a ton of traffic. so i mocked the ppl in traffic and decided 2 pull the dale move. so there i am zipping down dale w. slurpee spilling all over my dads letter that i was supposed 2 mail and then all of a sudden in mid slurp of my slurpee i realize..SHOOT that was my turn. so then i'm like ok rachel this is the defining moment of ur summer...i can pull a beginning of summer move and just keep driving and go 2 cvs first and get stuck in traffic and b annoyed bc i am not connecting my brain w. my actions, or i can pull over and turn around and go back 2 the turn. THATS WHAT I DID! i pulled in2 some random parking lot. almost ran over some man from my shul, but he didnt notice and i ducked down till he passed. and then i turned around. DO U UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS? THIS MEANS I AM OFFICIALLY NOT A SPAZZY DRIVER NEMORE. well maybe thats a strech. but come on ppl. this is HUGE. almost as huge as the time i actually argued w. ups on the fone rather then just give in2 wtvr they said.

here is something i pondered on wednesday but didnt blog about. its of course about traffic bc i saw a lot of it this summer. when i leave my house in the morning, i have a certain assumption. since i am going west on 495 and north on 95, i should encounter no traffic. y do i assume that? bc no1 lives in dc and works in baltimore. they're all going the other way. now pause for a moment and imagine a 6 lane highway (or wtvr it is...4 3 2 1?). just bc there r a lot of ppl driving on it, doesnt mean that there should b standstill traffic. the amount of ppl should just cause congestion. but y is it that every morning there is standstill traffic on 95 going south? bc of car accidents. big ones, little ones, medium ones. but always an accident. now y is it that there r rarely accidents going north? y is that just because they know they need traffic some1 has 2 crash their car? and its not like u can say, well since there r so many cars they have a bigger chance of hitting the guy in front of them bc thats not usually the case. i mean 3 over-turned vehicles and 1 messed up 18wheeler dont just bump in2 each other bc of traffic. do u see my philosophic quandry? (like that sentence?) its intense spending time in the colora as my friend in the parking garage called it.

another funny thing that happened 2day 2 show u how spazzy i have been feeling (not in a driving way of course). i realized i needed gas and i wouldnt make it 2 baltimore land of the cheaper gas w.o filling up. so i went 2 the g+g(as in the place rite across from holy chevron). i havent filled up there since way back in the day. i mean the last time i was even there was when i couldnt open the gas tank. that must have been @ the beg. of the summer and i kno its here in the blog somewhere. neways i go and i see a girl from my shul but i dont say hi, but i think she sees me. and then i proceed 2 get out of my car in full last day dress, high heels and all. then i go and take the nozzle and try for like 30 long seconds 2 get it 2 go in2 the gas tank. but it wont. and im pushing and pushing. and im like this is just so strange. until i decide 2 try the other gas nozzle that was offered @ my little spot. and thats when i realize taht i've been trying 2 shove a diesel nozzle in2 my regular gas car. (shout out 2 the inventor of different size nozzles. u saved my car 2day) so once thats over i close my gas tank and i drop my credit card and it goes under the car so then i have 2 go fishing 4 it. hehehe. (slicha, hhahahah)

good shabbos good shabbos. good shabbos gooood shabbos oy good shabbos good shabbos good shabbbbbbooooos. (10 points 2 the person who can identify the singer of that song. not that ne1 ever tries 2 guess my songs. but i'll keep trying.)

apologies 2 mir for the long post.