200th Post! (Day10/Day11, too!)

Wowwee!

200th post today.

Ive had this blog for...2 years now, I think?
Something like that.


Unfortunately I've nothing to celebrate this 200th post with, other than the fact that I'm eating guacamole.


Can I just mention that avocados have 1/4 of the calories of butter?
Also 1/4 of the fat!
They also have 0 choleserol and 0 sodium!

So, next time you go to spread some butter or toss a slice of cheese on your sandwhich, stop and slice up some delicious avocado instead, or spread some guac on the bread.
Yum!


I also missed Day 10 yesterday. So I will encoorperate that into this post.

Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
.

Happy- Anything, usually. Often some kind of techno.
Sad- Regina Spektor, Sufjan Stevens.
Bored- I look for new music!!
Hyped- Protest the Hero! RAAAH!
Mad- I don't listen to music when I'm mad, for the most part. I throw things instead.



See? Wasn't that exciting??




And, for day 11.

Day 11- Post another picture of you and your friends

See above.

That would be my best friend Jess and I.

Awesome.

Long story short.

We started a fake band.

Wrote some hilarious songs.

Ran from the police.

Spring break.

2008.

Bacon. Brownies.

Most exciting things!

I made bacon brownies and Moutain Dew cupcakes!

The brownies turned out surprisingly well. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect so I just made a test batch of 4. I must say, they were quite good!
Bacon brownies with chocolate maple frosting. Its a wonderful thing.

The Mt. Dew cupcakes turned out alright too. They were kind of ugly, so I do have to work on the colors a little bit. But other than that, they were wonderful!

Just in case.

If you are interested in purchasing them, you can find them at www.pixelpastries.webs.com.

Now I just need to continue my quest for old action figures!
Yay!




Fun fact of the day:

The letter "e" is the most commonly used letter in the English language. The novel Gadsby, by Ernest Vincent Wright does not contain the letter "e" throughout the entire book.

Down To Business

As of recent I've been working on my baking/cooking business.
I really think that candy making just might be the way to go.

As of this moment I am working on making awesome molds for candies and I can not wait to get them started!

On top of that, I finally got my site up, and I have many other delicious things to work on.

But, I really need to make things to take pictures of so I have a nice portfolio on the site, and so people can really see where I am going with this.


So many ideas....


Click Here!

PANEER PAKORA!

I'm currently in Philly, getting ready to go to sleep. Tomorrow we leave the house wicked early to go back up to New York.
Its cruise time!
Off to the Bahamas I will go.
Unfortunately there will be no way for me to update while I am gone, as it costs a WICKED crazy amount to use the Internet on cruise ships. So any updates will have to wait until I return.
Anyhow, the real reason I came on here was to rave about an Indian restaurant that just opened up around my parent's house. Its called Aman's and its in North Wales, PA.
It was wonderful.
I got a Boti Kabab, which was cooked lamb. Came with bosmati rice. Also tried one of their vegetable samosas.
But, what really impressed me was this;
My favorite Indian dish is paneer pakora. I love it. It is delicious. I could eat it all day long.
For those of you who don't know what it is, its basically fried cheese with a curry sauce on the inside. So, so good. Now, I;ve been to several Indian restaurants, and I have yet to find it anywhere. I'm not sure if its a regional thing, if its an Americanized dish, or if its just uncommon.
There was a place I used to go to called Greater India, and honestly, it was some of the best food I've ever had. But the owner was not very nice, so we stopped going there about three years ago. Since then, I have been on a quest to find delicious paneer pakora, and sadly, I have not found it.
Until today.
Whilst looking on the menu, I did not see it anywhere, and I was immediately saddened, but, considering that its a brand new restaurant, not even a week old, I asked the waiter if they by any chance made it, but it wasn't on the menu.
He said no, but he was then kind enough to go ask the chef, just in case.
And, the chef, was kind enough to make it for us anyway, even though they don't sever it there!
It was very surprising and very nice. I was incredibly impressed.
So, I figured I would write a nice little review, just in case anyone in the Buck's county area is looking for a great Indian restaurant. I highly recommend Aman's. And who knows, maybe you will see me there, because I will definitely be going back again!

Captain Planet?

A start to healthier living?
Sure.
Recently we have decided to eat healthier food. Maybe some fresh fruits and veggies instead of the tons of frozen waffle and perogies that made up our entire diet. All things seem to be going pretty well!
Hopefully we'll stick to it, yes?

I am off of work today, which is nice, since its been a couple of days. I have off tomorrow too.
Yesterday Van and I got sushi with Stokes while he was back in town for a little bit. I also looked into taking matial arts classes.
Should be awesome, yes?

We rented the new Call of Duty. I have yet to play it. Perhaps that will be later today.

I do apologize for the lack of insiteful post recently

No, Mumm Ra, That Is My Cheese Cake!

If my blog were a puppy, it would have died from neglect by now, or at least been taken away by social services. We still don't have Internet in my house, since money is a little bit tight. But I think one of my neighbors has it, hence the fact that I am typing right this very moment.
Life...is big.
As of now.
There have been a lot of changes.

I dropped out of cooking school, which many people tell me was a bad idea.
Personally, I don't think saving thousands of dollars from going to waste is a bad idea. At some point in the near future I will be changing my major and going to a new school. Most likely for journalism I believe we already went through this. I had been working as a chef for a horrible restaurant called All Shook Up, that charged 9 dollars for a tiny sandwich and didn't have ice cream when they called themselves a "malt shop". Thankfully I am no longer there.
I now work a mediocre job at Best Buy, but I am not complaining. All things considered, I am making money and selling video games, so all is not that bad. I've come to the understanding that sometimes you have to start from the bottom and work your way up. There are no cheat-codes for life, with maybe the exception of the lottery. But that is one of those impossible cheat codes that are really difficult to activate, much like the ones in Earthworm Jim.
Speaking of Earthworm Jim, he is now permanently engraved into my bicep. As I had always said he would be. My sleeve is coming along nicely.

Thanks to some awesome Black Friday sales, we got Left 4 Dead 2 and Dragon Age for outstanding prices. Van and I beat L4D2 on Co-op mode, but need to go through it on single player still. It is a good game, the graphics are nice and the new weapons are useful, but it isn't all that different from the first one. Honestly, it kind of seems the exact same in some parts. Though, I don't own the first one, so I'm alright with that.
Zombies tend to go in a backwards order for me. Always start with the second part. as I did with 28 Weeks later.
Dragon age is pretty awesome, but also very frustrating to me. There are a lot of different controls and settings that I really don't have the patients to deal with. I just want to go and be the most evil of mages. Unfortunately I have to listen to hours of dialog to do so. Alas, it shall be done.
\And while we are on the topic, I will quickly state that I got to level 30 out of 55 on Zombies Ate My Neighbors. No cheats used. Go me.

As of recent we have a new addition to our family: Mumm Ra our little cat-baby.
Well, he isn't so little anymore, but he is still a young one. We found him outside last month and didn't want to leave him. He came right up to me and was more than happy to stay. Now that he is massive and has become a master of parkour. He is also trying to eat my cheesecake.
And yes, the name Mumm Ra did come from ThunderCats.


Yes, that is a chicken hat.


My parents just got to meet Mumm Ra at our first Thanksgiving.
It was a very interesting and slightly horrifying experience, but luckily enough it all turned out okay in the end, despite our power going out an hour into cooking our Turducken in out electric stove and me being rather sick for a few days. In the end all was good and we had enough food for 30 people to feed our little gathering of 6.


I suppose that is all that needs to be said for the time being. When I think of something new and also have Internet, I will keep this updated.
Ta.

I Do What I Must Because I Can

Another day goes by,

always with more things to do

An angry morning.

I have shanghaied the Culinary's computer lab in order to gain some form of Internet access. At least I can check my bank account now, since I lost my debit card AGAIN.

Thankfully it is all in order and my card is now cancelled with a new one on the way.

Someday I will make a dress out of all of my debit cards that I have gone through.

A visit to Stop N Shop proved successful, and again they twisted my arm into buying 10/10 candy bars. Dirty bastards.

Tonight I feel that I will be making a cake. This sounds like a good plan to me. Perhaps when I go home, after I clean up after Hurricane SpaceMarine and finish picking bids of Kameamea** Testosteroni* pizza out of the carpeting.

Ironically, my GPS has gone missing and I can't seem to find it, or the cord. It seems as through someone may have taken it out of my car. A bad decision on their part.

All things aside, my new job begins tomorrow.

I quit working at Mohonk Want To Kill Yourself And Everyone Around You House and will now be working at an undisclosed location, cheffing it up.

And yes, this means that I will not be finishing my externship, which means that yes, I will not be returning to the Culinary Institute, and yes, I am very happy about this.

Goal: write for Game Informer magazine.

*chicken, bacon, ham, ground beef, sausage, steak, pepperoni. Weighs about as much as a small pit-bull.

**with pineapple

Don't Touch This!

Lack of updates? Definitely.

Why?

Lack of sleep.

Why?

Job.

Of course.

For those of you that don't know, I have started my my externship at Mohonk Mountain House. Seems like a decent place for the most part, yeah?

Exception: being there by 6 am.

Meaning I need to wake up at 4 am.

Can I real quick get a "no bueno!"?

The hour-long car ride doesn't really help, though I have been making it there at exceptional times! Luckily this job hasn't been as bad as I thought and I only came home crying once. Also, I got to make food for Steven King, which is nothing to complain about, really. made some awesome cheesecakes, some blood orange curd tartlets, and quite a lot of other things over these passed few days. And today was my first day off. It was nice to get to sleep in and I am happy to know that I do force myself to wake up by 4:30 now, automatically, which means I am getting used to the schedule. Now if only I could get home at 3:30 like we originally planned, instead of 6:30 or 7:00 like I have been doing recently.

And speaking of the drive there, tomorrow Michele and I are going to get 2 for $3 Egg McMuffins. Hell. Yes. This is an exciting day for me.

We also had our training the other day and oh how I wish I could find the training videos they made us watch. One was about not touching other people's syringes or bloody razors if we happen to come across them while working. so pretty much the whole idea of the video was something along the lines of "Don't put your hands where you can't see them, or you will get AIDS".

Well, if I had a nickle!

Another video was on how not to hurt your back.

Awesome, thanks for telling me all of this now.

On a completely different note, I have found a recent obsession with an incredibly stupid website called Habbo Hotel. It's really lame and rather boring, but it is something to do when I'm just sitting around. It's pretty much like a really ghetto beta version of The Sims. To be perfectly honest, it really isn't even all that fun and to do anything cool you have to pay, which is something I am not willing to do to play a game online.

But I digress.

I finally got to sleep in today, my next day off isn't until next Sunday, so I am going to go look around for something to eat. I'm thinking...bagels.

D:

I miss my Vannerpuss!!!!!!!!!

Going home tomorrow morning. Got a gigantic bag of grapefruits and 9 mangoes! Woohoo! Along with some chicken and some eggs and some cheese and some veggies! Hooray for balanced meals!

You Know You're A Total Fatass AND A Nerd When...

...you use the light from your laptop's screen so you can open your Fruit-By-The-Foot
...you can correctly identify each species of fish in your Sea Life gummies
...you feel the need to say "phone home" whenever you eat Reese's Pieces
...you eat Funyuns and Mountain Dew on a weekly basis
...you understand the meaning behind Funyuns and Mountian Dew
...you have fought TeddyGrams "to the pain"
...you align your M&M's not only by color, but also in the shape of tetris blocks
...you have written cryptic things in EasyCheese
...you know the cake is a lie, but you eat it anyway
...you also think the cake is great. So delicious and moist
...you know that Sonic's favorite is chili dogs
...you have made and devoured lambas bread
...you will gladly eat elevensies.
...you have used alphabet soup/cereal to write out CSS, Java, or HTML codes
...you have used an old, no longer working CD-rom, DVD, or any other compact disc as a plate
...you refer to your macaroni and cheese as a "series of tubes"
...you don't mind if your caloric intake is "OVER NINE-THOUSAND"
...you refer to eating as "chargin ur lazer!"
...youCANhascheezburger
...you know D&D as two things. Dungeons and Dragons or Dunkin' Donuts

that is all for now. Live long and pasta.

SUCKS TO YOUR ASSMAR!

Starwars kick? Yes.
Watched Fanboys yesterday, it was hilarious.
Aside.

Class.
Last class.
8 days left.
Last class.
Bad class.
Fuck class.
Good class.
Big problems.




Dear Darth Vader,
I am writing to inform you that you are not my father.


As much as you would like to believe that you are, I must tell you the truth.
As much as you would like to think that you have some authority over me, you do not.
Even if you did, I do not believe in authority, regardless.
I have been trained by multiple Sith lords and Emperors. The same ones that trained you, as a matter of fact.
It would be greatly appreciated, Lord Vader, if you would please cease to attempt teaching me the ways of the Jedi when you, Sir, are of the dark side. I know my ways far better than you do. We are equally matched in art of wielding light sabers, so please keep your technique under your mask and I shall do the same.
Please, do not try to re-teach me my fortes, I am capable of doing so myself. Your haughty attitude and "prestigious" mindset impress no one but yourself. Had you not been blowing the Sith Lords they would have no use for you. Please refrain from speaking to me again, for you are of no use to me.
(Not) Yours Truely,
Skellyton Skywalker
PS- You should do something about that Asthma.

Post 101

This here is my 101st blog post.
Not too shabby for only having this since November.

Good news: got my extern, fer sure. training agreement and everything.
SO, come July 1st, I will be working at Mohonk Mountain House.
Only 30 minutes away from here.
Exciting, no?
It should be awesome.




Now it's time for some



SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING

*cough*

Maybe Someday...

Today sucked. I'm not even going to lie. It really really did. It was alright until I got to class. At that point, it all just started falling downhill.

I had to make biscotti for my practical. I fucking hate biscotti. No one likes biscotti. Fuck biscotti. With my awesome phonetic skills, I successfully managed to misread and totally destroy the recipe by attempting to make chocolate chip biscotti instead of chocolate. Sooo I had to figure out how to somehow change chocolate chip into chocolate. Little did I realize that one require baking soda while the other required baking powder. And on top of all of this, the oven I used broke without my knowledge. Needless to say I had some really shitty biscotti. Needless to say, I failed my exam. Awesome. Two more to go, though.

After class I went to the gym again.
It was later this time, it was pretty full. As soon as I walked in the room, I instantly felt as if I had transformed from human to meat. I walked in, and I just wasn't even a person anymore. I ignored this and just put in my headphones and listened to my music while I ran and lifted weights. But I could still see the people just staring at me and watching me lift weights and just look at me in ways I really prefer to not be looked at in. I really made me feel like shit. I was actually a bit self conscious as I was lifting; not because I can't lift much, but just because I could tell how a lot of the guys were staring. It really made me feel shitty. I don't even take it as a compliment anymore.
And then of course, I had Broski and Beaver stop by to hang out a bit. A few lines were crossed with some things that were said. Starting with something that had happened one night when I had been drinking and did some ridiculous and regrettable things that I honestly did not know happened. And of course I had a few of those empty blank spaces in my mind were filled in about what really did happen that time. Nothing that I am happy about nor proud of, nor really wanted to remember. Especially aloud in a room full of other people that honestly did not need to know about all of that. Continuing on, I also learned that I was the fulfiller of a couple 'guy fantasies', which truth be told made me feel absolutely sick and disgusted with myself. Strangely, at this point i can understand why I look like a half-rack of spare ribs to someone.
I'm going to bed.
fuck it.




Do you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept because Vesta's long been sleeping . And now you've come to accept that your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric; more than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands.
We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings, our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings .We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong "Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blond." I remember when you were hopeful and you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin with a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations. You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream. When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human, you embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be; not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued, because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you. I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains. You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and call you brave. Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when our greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore where underneath, a plaque will read, "No woman is a whore."

Band: Protest The Hero
Song: Turn Soonest To The Sea
Album: Kezia

turn soonest to the sea - Protest the Hero

*edit
And I just found out that Protest The Hero is playing with The Number 12 Looks Like You in the city on May 9th. Hooooolllyyyyy shit. Forget going to see GWAR. I am saving all my money and trecking my ass down there. Best. Line-up. Ever. (Misery Signals, Scales The Summit, Falls From Grace will also be there.) Ohgodohgodohgod.

C is for...

like bamboo torture
chocolate chips under the nails
a sweet Vietnam

Every day I dread going to this class. Cookies. Cookies, cookies, cookies. Cookies.
Cookies.
I can not deal with them anymore. I am halfway through the block being over, which is a good thing, but never the less.
I cannot believe that I am spending all of this time and money to not get any better at baking...cookies.
Honestly, I like the ones I make at home better. I feel like I am learning absolutely nothing. It seems to be a waste of time. And I definitely almost dropped a knife through my leg yesterday. Somehow it flipped over and landed handle-down. Then I almost stabbed a guy that went running by me without warning. Bad call.
Perhaps the next class with be better.
My goal is to go to the store and get gum paste and practice more so I can get better at making flowers and things so I will do better if I get my extern. Hopefully that will all work out.
But enough about school. That subject grows wearisome after a while.


If I were a superhero, I would be Fever Cat.


"Who is Fever Cat?" You ask?
Fever Cat is the ultimate superhero!
Kind of.
Not really.
Here is a picture.
Oh the awesome that she is. Pouncing unsuccessfully from treebrance to treebranch, infecting small children with strep throat and the flu, drinking ungodly amounts of orange juice, just to throw it up on your favorite shoes in a few hours. My mom says that Stan Lee might buy it. Ill have to pitch it to him.


I am currently listening to the Misfits yet again. I have a playlist of songs that Im working on learning how to play on guitar, Saturday Night was one of them. I learned it though and now play it acoustic sometimes. Someday I might actually work up the guts to sing in front of people. That is highly, highly unlikely. I believe I will have to be mildly inebriated to do that.
Someday.


I really feel like Im just writing the same things over and over again on here. I really with I could think of something better to write about. I need to go back and reread the things that I used to write about so I can get a better feel of what is more interesting, because honestly, no one wants to hear about what I'm doing with my life or how my day went. I have a feeling people would rather read about zombie attacks or mall goths. I don't know when the next post about reality TV shows will be, considering I don't own a television that plays TV shows. it only plays video games and movies. But really, it just seems to be collecting dust, because I rarely use it. I really don't like televisions, they rot the mind. Though it would be nice to be more informed. Apparently there was a salmonella outbreak in pistachios. I wish I had known this before I ate them. So, if there are no posts for a while....

blame the pistachios.


Until then!

Every Saint Has Past, Every Sinner Has A Future

Everything has been super crazy lately. Between me being a borderline alcoholic, being in a love-pentagram, starting a new relationship and getting back into classes, I feel like a bunch of glow sticks in a blender. It'll all be okay in the end though. I know it will.

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.

Yesterday I decided to listen to Tsunami Bomb for the first time in a while. I really enjoy Tsunami Bomb and was really really sad when they broke up. Well it turns out that they got back together for one last benefit show in January. I wish I had known about it then, I would have tried to go! But, for my birthday I asked for their benefit show t-shit. All the money goes to help this woman pay for medical expenses. There are only 3 things I really want for my birthday this year, and they would be 1. that tshirt; 2. an acoustic guitar; 3. Money for my tattoos. I wouldn't complain about getting a pasta roller either, but that's a bit of a stretch.
Watched SLC Punk again yesterday with Shannerpuss and Vlad. got some Chinese food and totally snarfed it. It was awesome. A nice chill day.

The day before was Valentine's Day and honestly, it was awesome. I've never had a real Valentine's Day but this year I did and it was great. We went rollerskating, which I had never done before, so that was an adventure! And I didn't case it and fall on my ass at all! Woohoo! And then we went out to dinner. Which turned out to be my friend Chux's house. Van had set up the living room like a restaurant and Zac was the waiter and Leafy and Chux cooked grilled cheese. Its really hard to explain through writing how nice it really was. I've honestly never had anyone do anything so nice for me before. It was really great.

And now I'm sitting here eating my 1.5 pound box of Lucky Charms. And its phenomenal.

I;m sure Ill think of something else to write about soon. I haven't really felt like writing about anything really heavy lately. There's just too much going on for that. I promise there will be something more interesting soon. I really hate writing all of this stuff about me, because really no one wants to hear it. They like to read about other things more. So I'll think of something soon!

Its Just One Of Those Days, You Know?

I'm so happy I decided to stay in school.
A few months ago I almost dropped out and tried to make a living cooking and cleaning for rent. But I didn't. I decided to stick it out and I started classes again and I'm doing okay.
Today I made a cake from scratch for the first time and it turned out wonderfully.
Actually, when Iwas whipping the eggs and sugar together, it exploded everywhere. I was mixing it in the mixer and it was increasing in volume. Its supposed to increase to 8-10 times, then start settling. Well...mine seems to have increased about...oh, I don't know.... 30 times and began overflowing.
So I went to my super German chef and go "Chef! My eggs! I think theyre getting ready to blast off into outerspace!"
He replies "No...I don't think so..."
"No, Chef! Its gonna blow!"
and sure enough, we have egg-foam overflow.
But, my cakes did turn out AMAZING after all that.
Mm. yummy.
And the inside of my poundcake was the best out of everyone's. The outside looked a little funny, but the inside was phenominal, as were my corn muffins.
And I'm making angelfood cake and ladyfingers tomorrow. So that will be exciting.
It was generally a good day, I guess. I was kind of in a funk after I messed up the eggfoam. I messed up a lot of things after that. But it was okay, for the most part I guess.
My buddy gave me a plastic toy sea-otter because he knows I'm afraid of them. I named him Fredrick.
Anyway. I'm going to sleep now because I'm planning on actually waking up at a normal time in the morning.
goodnight, blog.

A bit about me, I guess. Not as if anyone will be reading this. haha.

I really dont even think anyone knows that I have this.
Oh wait. Of course they don't. I havent told anyone. Oh well!
Maybe I will.
So, if any stranger just so happens to stumble upon this, you can now know who I am, slightly.


I am nobody and I do not exist.
If you know me, you will beg to differ. But you don't know me as well as I do, which is interesting, considering that I hardly know myself. That is the way I intened to keep it. At least for you. If you truly care to find out about me and to see me as something more than a figment of your imagination, then it is entirely up to you and I will not aid you on your journey and you will be completely and entirely alone, just as I was as I tried to find myself as more than a figment. Recently I had everything I believed about myself turned upside down and shaken out of me. I am currently standing on a large stepping stone in a creek. The stone is cracked and very slippery. But if you care to know, I do have a few things about me that I am willing to share without you having to ask. Whether you find them useful or not is up to you. Though remember that nothing is not useful, its simply a matter of how you use it. For starters, I love questions. I aboslutely love them. I adore them. Questions. Questions of all sorts. All shapes and sizes and of any matter of importance. I love asking questions. I love answering questions. I love knowing why people ask them and why they answer them in the way that they do. I like to know why people do things, but I do not like when people ask me why I do or questions my actions. I like to think. I am a thinker. I like thinking and I like words. I'm good with words and letters. "I think therefore I am". Even though I like to think, I do not always like to talk about the different thoughts I have. I don't like surprises, but I like to surprise. I don't like being scared but I enjoy scaring. You can catch me jumping out of bushes at small children on halloween. Then I steal the candy they dropped. If I'm lucky enough I can get a whole bag.That leads to perhaps the second most important thing about me. Candy. There are very few things I wouldn't do for a piece of candy. Good candy. I like candy. I like sugar. I like maple syrup. I like honey. Anything sweet. I love sweets. This may be a downfall. I give a new meaning to the lyrics "You are my sweetest downfall" I have taken shots of maple syrup and eaten honey with a spoon. I run on sweet things. I also crave the most unusual food sometimes. Just today I was craving oreo cookies, raw broccoli, baked potatoes, and KFC gravy. At least half of the time the food I crave is actually food I do not like. I am known for eating food I don't like simply because its there. I once ate nearly a whole pan of brownies. I hate brownies. Even though I am a baker. I am currently going to school at the Culinary Institute of American for a degree in Baking and Pastry Arts Management. It is located in New York. My life is confusing right now when it comes to academics. I don't consider myself to be an academic or intelligent person. This is part of my stepping stone. My original intention was to go to The New School Of Art in New York City for some sort of art degree. Midway through the application process I had a mental breakdown and I haven't done art since, with the exception of one painting. I do not intend to ever do art again. That is all I wish to share with you up front. If you are interested in knowing more, I'm sure there is a rumor or two out there going on about me that you can believe. If you wish to find me, I will be where ever I shouldn't be, doing something I shouldn't do.