Snow Cigarettes

You are a remarkable creature. What's going on duckies? I'm now HarperCollins-free, this past Friday was my last day on the job. But guess what? They want me to come back this summer!!!
(That's your cue.)

(Aww, thank you. Thank you. You shouldn't have lol.)

In other news, Aaron called me (twice), leaving two (equally) heartfelt hetero-life partner messages and I didn't pick up. I'm sorry but I'm over it. You were a consistent fcuked friend and you're so 2008.



When I was in New York over the summer I became a smoker. (I'm over it now though.) But before this sudden revelation, the reason I started smoking was because of Aaron and my other NY friends. All of them smoke! I just liked the buzz from nicotine. More importantly, I think it's good that I dropped those friends and the bad habit.



In other friend updates, I'd like to take time to thank Graham for picking me from my house to take me to school. (He was going there too but it was still very nice of him lol.)

We had such a blast. We jamming to this 4-hour playlist I made (at like 7am on Sunday morning) and were cracking up the entire ride. We went to Red Lobster and Circuit City too! And like true gangstas we were jamming to Spice Girls...while were driving through one of the roughest avenues in Hartford.



It was too funny. But Graham sassed me, unintentionally of course. As we were unpacking my stuff from his car I had a bag of books (gifts) that were in this big Old Navy bag. Well I'm coming out of my apartment and Graham has this embarrassed look on his face and he utters: "I'm so sorry." In his hand was the Old Navy bag. But the bag was torn from the bottom, and below the bag were the books...scattered across the snow-covered ground.



OMFG?! Are you kidding me?! I run over to the car and start shoveling as many books as I can, as fast as possible, into Graham's trunk. Water damage is the devil. Luckily I had two paper towels in my pocket (I sweat a lot) and I absorbed the soon-to-be water damaged books. No books were harmed. But Graham, honestly, you couldn't hold the bottom of the bag? Common sense gets you a looooong way lol. Love ya Graham!

In other sassy events, several friends and I went to Olive Garden for dinner last night. With our luck, we got a sassy waitress. She greets us, fake smile and all:

"Hi, my name is Bitch (that should have been her name). Would any of you like to taste our wine of the evening?"
We all look around at each other seeing who was going to break the silence and my friend Evy replies:
"Sure, I'd like to try some."
Bitch then asks:
"Okay. May I see your ID?"

Bitch set us up! Evy didn't have her driver's license (she wasn't driving) so she couldn't sample the offered wine. I know Bitch was clearly doing her job but come on?! Graham (being a newly-21 y/o) took up the offer, showing Bitch his ID. Bitch scans the ID and immediately asks, while laughing:
"Where's your date of birth?"
(Stupid bitch.) Graham responds, "It's in more place than one on Delaware IDs," pointing to an emboldened, red area where his DOB clearly was.
Bitch saw it, letting out an elongated "Okaaay," and poured Graham a glass.

Other than that dinner was fine. We were having a swell time; talking $hit about the waitress, technology, private jokes and the upcoming semester...then came time for dessert.
We were joking, saying it would be hilarious if Bitch would ask ID for dessert....AND SHE DID AND IT WAS MY DESSERT! Bitch, get your life together; it's just a milkshake!

Bitch aside, we had a wonderful night.
Sorry for not blogging last night, it was jam-packed between Bitch, meetings, unpacking, visiting friends and fatigue. But here is the quote of the day for Jan 19th:

"In order to obtain a goal you must envision yourself doing something with the actual goal. However, if you concentrate on the details (such as money or other faulty aspects) the goal will become a 'worry.'"

Okay. I have to stop by Monica's because I miss her and she thinks I'm ignoring her lol. (Love you...I know you're reading this.) I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies!

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson

The End?

Good morning duckies! I can't believe today is the last day of my internship. To go out with a bang, I drank a sugar-free Red Bull instead of my usual Grande Caramel Macchiatto (in a Venti cup). I feel that today is going to be spectacular. There's going to be a pizza lunch/my farewell gathering/mailing session around noon today. I'm so excited!
I had the best time working for HarperCollins. I really don't want to leave but Hartford's calling. I can really see myself working at a place like HarperCollins. Everyone is incredibly nice, there's never a dull moment, I love books, there's free coffee & sometimes free lunch...what more could you ask for?! I would love to work under Daphne and Edie again. Thank you for this beautiful opportunity!



(But it's not hard to rip your pants at work.)

I usually bring my BlackBerry with me (wherever I go) and yesterday I had to go to the bathroom. My pants were kind of tight so my BlackBerry wasn't going to fit in my pants without them ripping. I decided to put my BlackBerry on the ledge of the urinal. Seconds later, my BlackBerry fall off the ledge, sliding underneath a toilet sectional. Luckily I have a hardcore hardcover case for my BlackBerry so it was fine. I tried bending over to get my BlackBerry but it slid out of reach. I go to my knees to stretch as far as I can and...CURSSSSSSHH



my pants rip, right in the crotch seam! WTF? Honestly?! I ran to the closest office and borrowed a stapler and I "resourcefully" solved the problem. Luckily, I was wearing Long John's (eww) so I wasn't scratched on my way home.

In other news Lisa stopped by my office yesterday...

to take a picture for my school's Career Services Newsletter.

Last semester, I had an internship where I was the Student Liaison for Career Services and I had to conduct interviews with students who are advancing their prospective careers, while still in school. Now I'm a Student Success Story, yaaaaay! Thank you HarperCollins; more specifically Edie, Lisa and Daphne. As said in previous posts, Lisa helped me get an internship at HarperCollins. I'm so glad I know her!

Anywho, I'm so glad I have amazing friends. Pete is like this hardcore athlete and I hinted that I wanted him to help me with my "I-can't-look-fat-in-my-21st-birthday-pictures" diet. Being the awesome friend that he is Pete said he'd help me out, like personal trainer kind of help.



My goal is to lose 60lbs (sixty pounds) before my birthday, August 19th. If I lose more that would be incredible. I told my friend Reggie about it and he told me I'm going to look anorexic. Reggie's a model by the way lol. I'm going to go through with this workout regiment because I trust Pete's judgement. He's going to kick my a$$ but it'll all pay off in the end. Thanks Pete!

Last night I saw something so funny/nauseating. On my way home I was falling asleep on the train (as usual) and when I finally opened my eyes, I almost threw up. There was a lady, standing right in front of me, wearing a "ghetto midriff shirt." It was a "ghetto midriff shirt" because it wasn't supposed to look like that.



I don't understand how she was outside like that. Like half of her bulbous stomach was bulging from underneath her Baby Gap shirt. She didn't even look pregnant and if she was that baby was freezing. (Side note) I love it when pregnant women look glamorous, like how Charlotte looked in "Sex in the City: The Movie."


(My apologies if you haven't seen the movie yet.)

Enough with the babble, off to the quote of the day (Jan 16th):

"Starting something is only part of the journey. Being able to work through the drama of a given task and finishing it with poise takes true character. Finish with everyone wanting more."

I started talking to this guy, Valentine, and he's a breath of fresh air. He's so sassy and witty. We're going to see "The Unborn" tonight. Hopefully I won't scare him away when he has to pry my fear-stricken fingers from his arm tonight.



I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson