All of the secrets of our mountain, all the riches filled within.

Things I learned this Weekend/Week:

1. I made a mistake in trusting someone. Just to randomly stop talking one for no apparent reason, with no explanation, or without a warning does not scream we were even friends at all, or that you even gave a shit. 
2. Car batteries do not last long when you leave the lights on. Self explanatory. Im a dumbass for leaving it on. 
3. I severely cant wait to get off this rock. Florida cant come soon enough. Then New York and the rest of my fabulous life.

     I want to say I learned more but I really didnt. I spent most of the weekend drinking beer, getting called a pussy, and on the very of exhaustion. But, on the bright side, I did finish a really good book titled: Beaten, Seared, and Sauced by Jonathan Dixon. Its about the Culinary Institute of America and his journey through the school as an older student. I hope to have half the experience he did. It got me to thinking though. This really is my last chance to do something I love. I find that the farther I make it into life, the more I squander good opportunities that I had to make something of my life. If I dont make it ill resign to some government job and slowly slide into adulthood. Not saying that working for Uncle Sam is bad, its just not for me. I need to spread my wings. I need to flex my artistic muscles. I need to show off. I want people to look at me cook and be in awe of the the beautiful white flame that is before them. (La Flamablanca y'all!) Its not out of the realm of possibility and im conceded enough to make it happen. Really I just want to make people happy. Thats what will make me happy. Its what does make me happy. And I want my folks to be proud of captivating culinarian they have produced.

A small side note: I need to make myself marketable for my future endeavors. Being tall, skinny, and white is pretty overplayed, so I need to really stand out. This is me thinking aloud, but if you have any suggestions feel free to throw them my direction. (No, I wont do porn. Sorry Ryan)

Other than that, Im just trying to keep my head above water here people. Getting to that end date with little to no interference is my main goal right now. Then working for a little bit before I grab the CIA by the back of the hair and kiss it directly on the mouth. (No tongue, im a classy lady.) I hope all of stick around for these shenanigans, me making terrible analogies, and possibly some pictures. (Doubt it).

Love you, Mean it. <3






Also: name the song in the blog title and i'll love you long time...