I have way too many decisions to make...

within the next six months, well more likely four, I have to decide basically where I want to live. I need to figure out where I am going to do my externship for school, if I want to continue with my schooling, or if I want to go to Iraq for a while. I just found out I have an opportunity to be a chef there for 10k a month. I am stressing out a little bit, which is a big deal, because I do not stress over anything...grr...I hope I dont' pop...
So finals for my baking and pastries class are this week, and all in all, I am very happy with them. We aren't presenting anything until Thursday, and I am basically done prepping everything, all I have to do tomorrow is bake a cake, and make some cookies...then all the icing and stuff on Thursday morning....and all this on only 1.5 hours of sleep last night...I am going to bed early tonight...

hmm, the future may be a bit different...

So I go on my schools student portal, and they have this bulletin. So it turns out one of our other schools, specifically the one in Scottsdale, AZ, is now offering a BA in Hospitality and Restaurant Management. So I think to myself, I am considering moving to AZ after I am done with school anyway, why not move there and get another degree...? Considering all this, I think it would be a good idea. I am calling them today, and seeing if it would be worth it...

who would've thought bad blueberry pancakes would taste so good...?

But after an entire night of dancing and smoking, they tasted damn fine.
So basically my roommate invites me to go to this party a friend of his is throwing, it's a Saturday night and I have absolutely nothing to do, so I go. Next thing I know we are in the middle of downtown L.A., basically on skid row, or whatever they call it now. Now I find out it is actually a birthday party for this friend, and there is a cover charge of 10bucks, and of course I have no cash on me. But the girl at the door explains to us that it is 10per if we park on the street, but the garage is only 15 per car, so the third guy in the car(Carlos) is like the only one with any cash, so he covers all of us...thank God for parking garages, safe, secure, and you don't have to worry about shit being with messed with. It's about 945 or so, and we are walking back to the party, with our oh so fashionable yellow wrist bands, and it turns out we are like the first ones there...fun stuff. So basically we stand around and chit chat with the bartender, can't remember his name, and listen to whoever is djing at the time. The cover charge was to cover the cost of the djs.

It was weird, basically it was at this building that had been sold to some company who was going to gut it out and remodel the whole thing, but they had to wait until everyone's lease's were up. and Steven's lease, my roommates friend, was the last one, so the best thing is he was the only one living in the building, and we didnt have to worry about noise complaints. There was a room on the fourth floor for movie viewing, and other such activities, or just a quite place form the very loud techno/trance, etc...music coming from the second floor, and the roof was accessable, which had this amazing garden, and greenhouse. We were just hanging out talking on the 4th, Steven, Jeff(roommate)and Nomi,(some girl), and somehow I get roped into working the door for a while, which ended up being like an hour at least. The best thing was they hired some homeless guy to be a bouncer, great guy, reminded me of a former roommate. So I basically worked the door from like 1030 until 12 or something. During that time the bulk of the people came, all in all there were at least 150 people there.

This was one of the most interesting nights I have had a while...must do it again soon...

I hope I never have to do that again, unless money is involved

Finished my wedding cake on Friday...I really wish I had more than three days to accomplish this feat. All in all it was a really good experience. Considering it is something I have never done before, and most likely will never do again. I thoroughly enjoyed the freedom in creativity we were given, yet again I wish we had more time.
It is raining again today, damn rain, supposed to be sunny tomorrow...
I am going hiking today anyway, I don't care, it's only water falling from the sky.

hi... 

First of all...

Being inspired by one of the other chefs in the lindy scene, specifically the one in Seattle, formerly Texas. So I decided to put down my remaining six months, and maybe reflect on the previous six, of cuilinary school down for historic, and most likely nostalgic, purposes.

So here I am , half way done with my culinary education. I'm broke as hell, always tired, wondering where rent is going to come from, and yet I am completely happy. I get up every day at 5am, and do not regret a thing. I get up at 5am after only getting 4 hours of sleep, and do not regret a thing. I am in school debt up the ass, and do not regret a thing.
It's funny, you go to culinary school and suddenly everything becomes a garnish, or needs more salt, and when you go out to eat with friends, family, etc., you have to keep your mouth shut, because all you can think of is how you could of made this at home for half the price. Dead animal bones suddenly are a topic of discussion when grocery shopping, and if you have room in your fridge for another one, stock not animal bones that is.
It's interesting, I never thought I would really enjoy baking, but after almost three months of it, I have grown to appreciate, and enjoy it. Kneeding bread is almost theraputic, I am enjoying baking so much, I could see myself doing this every day, besides in class.
Anyway, enough for my first post, I dont' want to give everything away...