Word: hellos
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That kind of spending, however, allows for some items that are not exactly course requirements. For instance, freshman Jackelyn Burgos, also at Ohio Northern, paid $11 for a Hello Kitty sleep mask, which matches her new bedding, towels, pajamas, alarm clock, night light, TV, coffeepot and other Hello Kitty accessories. All told, it was goodbye $1,500. Deirdre Schwiring and her mother spent $1,400 on everything from ramie curtains to a futon to a flat-screen TV for the junior's 6-ft. by 14-ft. dorm room at the University of Miami, all because last year's color...
Next they take me to Fred Segal, which sells the Juicy Couture line, including its new swimwear and handbags that are specially designed for shopping, with pockets for a phone (labeled hello?), keys (open), lipstick (juicy kiss!!) and a wallet (shop!). I cannot believe it has taken until now for Mattel to consider making Gela and Pam Barbies...
This unusual duet was preceded by the familiar pageant of the parade of nations, in which swaggering jocks are transformed into Model U.N. delegates thanks to enduring fashion stereotypes. The Bermudans wore their shorts; Tonga had grass skirts; the Japanese showed up in neon Hello Kitty-ish floral patterns; and the Americans, cautioned against excessive displays of national pride, strolled into the stadium in what appeared to be pajamas and--sacre bleu!--berets...
...paper. Who says the days of dotcom wealth are dead? Much Ado About Doing Nothing So what if the 35-hour week is holding back economic growth. Less is more, according to Corinne Maier, who praises France's laid-back work ethic in her satirical book, Bonjour Paresse (Hello Sloth: The Art and Necessity of Doing as Little as Possible at Work). Published in May in a modest initial run of 4,000 copies, Maier's essay ridicules the rigidity and bureaucracy of French management culture by urging readers to exploit it, with helpful chapters like "The Idiots You Work...
...first attendants I spotted were two middle-aged men wearing American flags on their hats and fanny packs around their waists. They had mustaches and hearty bellies. When I said hello, their accents told me they were from the Midwest. When I said, “Hello, I’m a reporter from The Washington Times” their smiles took me aback. It seemed like they were close to patting my back...