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Pretty. Eventful. is proud to announce that from the success of the launch event, we were able to raise a total of $850 to donate to Dress For Success Boston. We would like to thank everyone that attended as well as all of our sponsors and those who helped during the event. We are excitedly planning our next event and look forward to seeing all of you there! Please visit Pretty. Eventful. for more information.

TMI: Stupid or Worse?

As we come to have instantaneous access to all digitized information, we become different creatures. We think differently and we socialize differently, and the changes are upon us before we have time to evaluate them. -Nick Smith, Ph.D.

This article does a great job of touching upon all of the issues that the internet and technology create with the amount of information they provide. Sure, we are able to find just about anything via the internet through computers or phones, but does that really make us smarter or just better at searching and regurgitating information? Since the breakthrough of the iPhone, I have become unhealthily attached to my phone, and while it is a great source of information, social networking and instant shopping, I really do pause often to wonder, "What was my life like before the iPhone?" It seems cliche and absurd, but I can't remember the last time that I went a full day without updating my Twitter or Facebook status, didn't look something up on Google, or use it to Shazaam an unknown song. I am constantly on my phone and feel incomplete if I forget it at home. So stupid or worse? I think worse.

We've talked a lot about Twitter and social networking in class, and while I believe that it is a great tool to have for crossing paths with people you may not meet in person, it dramatically has changed the way that we socialize. Before I jumped on the Twitter bandwagon, a group of friends gathered for the 2007 Super Bowl, where a select few were tweeting about their reactions to different plays and calls. On one hand, not only were the able to interact with those around them, but were also engaging with millions of other viewers at the same time, but on the other hand, what did they gain from it? How did they benefit from being connected to millions of people and reading their reactions? Isn't that the exact definition of TMI? I am torn between the use of the internet and it's affect on us. I am a big advocator for social media, but at the same time I wonder how social I'm really being when my face is always buried in my phone? This time, I'm just going to stick with stupid.

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Stephen King

I had always seen Stephen King on TV at baseball games, where the camera would span to him in the crowd, normally with a book in hand, and the announcer would make some casual comment about the notorious author. To be honest, he always gave me the creeps. I had never read any of his books, but had encountered scenes from "The Shining" and "Carrie" when I was younger, and his physical appearance was exactly what I thought the author of such stories should look like - slightly haunting with pale skin and dark hair, and small beady eyes peering through his glasses. "On Writing" is the first book I've read by King, and I cannot seem to match his physical appearance to his 'voice' in the book. He seems so laid back and relaxed, as if the words just slipped out of his head and glided on to the paper. When reading "On Writing," I picture a guy you'd sit down and joke around with over a cup of coffee; not someone who writes about killer clowns. I am intrigued now to read one of his books and see how his 'voice' translates into his fictional stories. 

Pretty. Eventful.: Event planning company that works to bring awareness to local charities through social-themed events

Pretty. Eventful.: Event planning company that works to bring awareness to local charities through social-themed events

Pretty. Eventful. to launch their first event at Mantra on Thursday, November 11th

We all work, so why not be fashionable while doing so? Women and men alike are invited to join Pretty. Eventful. in the launch of their first event, Women can be fashionable at Work, a fashion show located downstairs at Mantra on Thursday, November 11^th from 6-9 p.m. with 100% of the proceeds benefitting Dress For Success Boston. For more information please visit http://www.prettyeventful.com.

As an avid fashion blogger, Stephanie Cofrin knew that she wanted to pursue a career that incorporated the fashion aspects of styling and merchandising with a fun, social environment. After stumbling upon the photos from a fashion show held for a non-profit organization, Cofrin was instantly inspired by the idea of using fashion as a tool to help spread the message for different charities.

Rather than joining a non-profit organization, Cofrin decided to create her own event planning company to reach out to as many organizations as possible. “There are so many great organizations out there that people just haven’t heard of yet. I’m essentially the person in the middle bringing the two together.” Although Pretty. Eventful. was started with an influence from fashion shows, Cofrin plans on expanding her fundraisers to incorporate different kinds of events in the near future.

The launch of Pretty. Eventful. will be held downstairs at Mantra, with a cocktail hour and complimentary appetizers starting at 6 p.m., followed by the fashion show at 7 p.m. To stay connected with Pretty. Eventful., join us on Facebook, follow us on Twiiter @prettyeventful, or log on to http://www.prettyeventful.com. You can also contact Stephanie directly at Stephanie@prettyeventuful.com with any questions.

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Pretty. Eventful. is an event planning company that benefits non profit organizations. Our mission is to bring awareness to organizations that devote their time and resources to helping those in need, through social themed charity events, such as fashion shows or silent auction parties. Be sure to check out Pretty. Eventful.'s website for more information on how you can get involved in upcoming events!

21 Dexter Street

Some people swore that the house was haunted. Mainly because the woman who lived at 21 Dexter had not been seen for at least a year. It was speculated that Sarah, who lived at 18 Dexter, was the last to catch a glimpse of her as she was dusting her burgundy living room curtains. It was the gold floral pattern that had caught Sarah's eye as it glimmered in the setting sun that day. She was the perfect source for the afternoon gossip shared by the neighboring ladies during their stroller walks and play dates. But this story isn’t even about her. This is a story about Elouise, who was never gossiped about, simply because no one knew anything about her. Each morning as her neighbors kissed their husbands goodbye and waived to their children boarding the school bus, Elouise looked on from her living room window, but no one ever noticed her.  One Thursday morning, Elouise was watching as her neighbors went about their daily routines, when her heart skipped a beat as she saw Sarah climbing up the stairs to her front door. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a visitor. She heard a knock and a timid, “Hello?” as the door swung open itself.

“Hello?” Sarah repeated. “Mrs…” Sarah glanced down at the mail. “Mrs. Adams, it’s Sarah McCallister from down the street…”

“Yes?” Mrs. Adams whispered from the living room.

“I have some of your mail that was delivered to my house, and I just wanted to make sure that you…uh, that you got it.”

Sarah turned the corner from the hallway, leaving the front door open behind her, to see Mrs. Adams sitting in a faded velvet chair.  The living room was exactly as she had expected, dark and dusty with the smell of mothballs lingering in the air. However, she was surprised by her neat appearance and the way her silver bun shined in the light escaping from between the curtains, as it rested gently on her head. Sarah walked hesitantly towards Mrs. Adams, but when she saw the vulnerable, frail woman sitting alone in the corner of her musty living room, she stopped shaking and reached out her hand with a sympathetic smile. Mrs. Adams glanced up at Sarah with grateful eyes. A sudden gust of wind blew in to the house from the front door.

“Elouise,” she called out towards the curtains, “why don’t you dust those while you’re just standing there. They are absolutely filthy!”

The curtains shook from the breeze, leaving tiny pieces of dust to dance among the beams of light that scattered the room. The glimmer of the gold specks caught Sarah’s eye. She glanced down at the mail, still in her hand. Mrs. Margaret Adams, 21 Dexter Street. A second gust of wind slammed the door shut. Sarah jumped. “Who’s...Elouise?” she asked as she looked towards the burgundy curtains. Nothing was ever the same again after that.