"You can call me dirty dog"

Hi my loves,

Well I can't say I have much to update on, but I'm really excited for you Kretsch! All of your grand plans sound amazing, and I'm sure they'll work out just as you are hoping! Either way, way to work it on getting that server job at the PB place! You might have to stop stealing their sombreros though...

I have had some "informational interviews" lately. I'm hoping that all this networking works in my favor. So far, I feel like each person tells me completely different things about where I should be looking, what I'm qualified for, etc. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude.

I have heard a lot about facebook though. As in, the informational interview people have told me to go through my account and make sure that there isn't anything I wouldn't want people to see. I have a really limited profile, and only a small group of people can even see my pictures. But I decided to check it out more, and untag some of the bad ones. I had almost eight hundred pictures of me when I started. Now I think I have five hundred or so... and I definitely could tailor it down more.

It turns out that becoming friends with all of you was a) the best thing that ever happened to me and b) the worst.

I was kind of shocked at the number of pictures of me doing bottle pulls, shotgunning, beer bonging, keg standing. And of course, the pictures where it was clear I was being held up by someone. I didn't realize that I went through a small "check out my tats" phase around the beginning of junior year. There were pictures where I was kissing any of you, several of you on the cheek. Even worse, pictures where I was leaning in for the kiss but you weren't sure of my aim. Pictures with the wink and peace sign. The hardest ones to untag were actually the ones that I was looking okay, but someone else was O.C. in the background. Generally, this was Katie doing her angry face at the camera or Joel looking a little ill surounded by T. Bell.

I kept in some that were just too classic to get rid of. The one of us all rolling around on the ground at Mifflin. Me dancing with Bushwacka. Pictures of us all double fisting at Amy's in order to take advantage of half price before midnight.

Either way, it made me sad to have to get rid of some of these! I know they're still out there, but I personally think that my ability to black out twice a week and graduate in four years should be commended by future employers, not attacked. I think that's how I'll start my interviews from now on. My greatest accomplishment is.... being a regular at Amy's Cafe for two years, and still walking on my expected graduation date. What's YOURS, Mr. Human Resources?

Miss you betches.