its tuesdee and its my birthdee

sorry

ive been really terrible about this lately

no one's complained, so it's really just my loss.

culinary school makes me want to smoke cigarettes and listen to the black keys all day.

i'm in the midst of searching for an externship, such that i might further my culinary education.

places of possible externment:

rome

new orleans

boston

chicago

new york city

seattle

and, dare i say: baltimore

wouldn't that just be a twist!

recently i have burned myself rather severely, i look like a clumsy arsonist. and quite frankly i cant really use one of my fingers. it feels like there is a wax cap on my right ring finger. i cant explain how awkward it is to touch things with this "blister".

in other news: exactly one week until my 23rd birthday. im not much further along than i was at 18, the only way that i can really tell my advanced age is that i go to bed at 7:30pm on weekend nights more often than i would like to admit. a few friends and i made reservations at momofuku ssam to celebrate. which, i might add, that i am rather excited about. in order to acquire these reservations we had to also pre-order a bo ssam. a bo ssam is an entire pork shoulder, prepared in the fashion of awesome. sure its $200 but that's life.

well must run, the school pays me to take notes (don't snigger, tis true)

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day 2

washed my pen in my whites again

maybe these pens arent lucky after all

day 1

washed my pens in my whites

ruined my spankin new nike pro undershirt

have since rewashed my jacket 5 times

have ink splattering my body

smell like fish

pen, of course, is just fine

bazam

today i went and played tennis. since you know that i like photo essays i will include one at the end of this entry.

i spent the weekend in albany visiting one mz. melissa mazula-san. which was quite nice. i learned a lot about beer and how much (or little) it can cost, i found out some important things about the annual tulip festival (although not why they have one, nor did i see any tulips), and i spent mothers day with a mother. not mine, mind you, but a mother none the less.

tomorrow morning i start seafood fabrication. it will be my first kitchen class, and i have to say that i am a little nervous. ive been sharpening my knives and practicing tying my neckerchief all day, well with the exception of tennis and lunch at rossis (thanks emily) which was absolutely fantastic. easily the best sandwich ive had in months and months.

well i know youre all dying to see my essay so here it is:

"dutchess racquet: a conversation on blood blisters"

if youre wondering how it ended, let me just say accidental sanitizer

i am at least 80% convinced that i have broken at least one of my toes on my left foot.

i am absolutely 100% crazed that i still do not know who sent me that mug.

success

even though its only been a few hours since my last post, i am just really stoked to have these mugs. plus i wore myself out at the gym and i have a test tonight (convenient excuses right), so it seemed like the perfect time to fire up my black&decker and enjoy a hot cup-a-joe.

heres how that went for me:

gourmet and supreme? how could this coffee possibly not be amazing

first attempt: not looking quite right. as you might notice that is clear water dripping from the filter. my wealthy coffee machine was too difficult for the likes of me to figure out. apparently you dont just dump water on top of the filter...i guess thats why theres space for water in the back. add one for me not being an adult.

second attempt: looking a lot better. at least i learn from my mistakes... occasionally.

success!

now its time to enjoy this bad boy, jam to some say anything, and get some studying done.