baxter, you know i dont speak spanish

so, i'm at kind of a big deal work thing this week.  my m.o. isnt to sell new business or kiss up to clients, it's to "network."  i was pretty sure that "networking" meant making new contacts, expanding existing contacts, discussing industry trends, exchanging info etc...but no.  networking means drinking.  drinking and trying not to make an ass of yourself.  drinking in the name of business.  i fucking rock at networking.  i got some pretty important people tonight to "pound it"  oh wait, "pound it and blow it up." yea.  i was that girl.  whilst dancing to the doobie brothers.  can't wait to get in my suit and network tomorrow again.  and get paid for it.

p.s. sorry for the delay in posting. i've been pretty busy networking.
p.p.s. i'm typing on a netbook made for babies so shift just ain't happenin.

Dear iPhone, I want to have your babies.

I have had a piece of shit phone for two years.  By piece of shit I mean, turns off while I’m talking, butt dials my boss while I’m at the bar (true story), generally evil.  So, when it came time to get my upgrade yesterday, I decided that I deserved an iPhone.  That’s right—deserved.  I’m a little behind the curve on stuff usually, so in case anyone reading this is 60 years old, angry birds is the shit.  My six year old seriously had to be like MOMMY THE BLACK ONE EXPLODES, TAP IT!!!  I had to google how to make the phone silent—it’s one of the 4 prominent buttons...Yea.  I also walked around my house for wayyyy too long with the level app.  But by far, the coolest thing about the coolest phone ever?  Playing Pandora in my car.  I seriously want to punch myself in the face for not having a phone this cool previously.  I love it so much.  It got its own pillow in my bed last night.  

August 30th I'm having a cheeseburger party.

It all started in BIO107 Lecture.  This really attractive guy sat next to me…in a pretty empty lecture hall.  He continued to sit next to me at every lecture.  Every day I offered him whatever I was snacking on “want some?” and every day he said “no.”  So, I’m like, well he is intentionally sitting next to me every day so he doesn’t hate me…maybe he just hates trail mix.  FINALLY, he tells me he’s Muslim and is fasting for Ramadan…I of course ask him a bazillion annoying questions because I’ve never heard of Ramadan and it was a SUPER excuse to get to know him better.  We talked and he suggested that I try it for a day.  FIVE YEARS LATER I’m still doin it.  I’m not praying 5 times a day…maybe a little meditation…I do cheat on the weekends for the sake of survival.  I’m not abstaining from alcohol and the other things.  Mostly just not eating between sun up and sun down.  The real rub here is that each and every year I’ve done Ramadan, they days have gotten longer.  Like today for example.  Sunset at 8:22?  UGH.  In any event, it’s a good opportunity to take some time to consider how many people really don’t get to eat all day—without having some hot guy in their bio class challenge them to.  Makes me realize how fucking lucky I am to have lucky charms whenever I want to.  Also a really good time for self reflection, discipline, self control—gives me a better sense of purpose each day if I start it with a challenge.  So, Happy Ramadan bitches.