My Life is Like Living in the Dante's Ninth Circle of Hell

"In the name of all that is Holy. Please Jesus, kill me now!" That's what I think every time Rachel opens her mouth. I have come to the decision that the worst thing in the world is a lying cow. Maybe that's why my bosses like her so much. Maybe they believe her fabricated autobiography. Today I had to listen about how Rachel got into the Music Dance Theatre Program, only to decide it wasn't for her. Maybe she's confused, but the MDT major is one of the most prestigious majors in BYU, and they only accept 5-6 new students a year. So you basically have to be a protege in dance, singing, and acting to get in. Rachel, lest you forget, I was in an acting class with you, so there is no way in hell's hottest corners that you could fool me. Plus, I doubt her singing skills are enough to get her a solo in the church choir. If God and all the MDT judges had a brainlapse one day and she had gotten in- I find it hard to believe she would have given that up for a history major. No no Rachel. I don't believe you. I hope that Jesus reads my blog, records it in His Great Book, and sends her to Dante's Ninth Circle!