For some reason unknown to me, I have the uncanny ability to always end up in the dreaded “friend zone”. I try to cut the norm and actually act as a gentleman. Heres the cold hard facts though.. THAT NEVER WORKS! I was once told by several girls that what girls want is a jerk. I was told that for every one nice thing do three dickhead things. Heres and example. It’s Valentines day and you buy and girl chocolates and when she takes them you ask “You’re not really going to eat those are you?” or “Well I knew your diet wouldn’t work.” Before giving her the chocolates you eat all the ones you know for a fact are her favorites and leave those gross coconut ones. Then you tell her she’s ugly or something. 

Well I say eff that noise. From here on out im going all Timberlake and bringing chivalry back. (Not one of my best jokes) Starting on January 1st of 2012 I will dress as a gentleman and act as such everyday for a year. Here are the guidelines.

1. When in public a tie and/or bow-tie must be worn.
2. A leather crafted wallet is required.
3. $100 must be in said wallet at all times.
4. Doors must be held for ladies regardless of age or how slow they might be walking. 
5. Tie clips are not required but highly recommended.
6. Mustache must be trimmed at all times.
7. Must grow mustache.

Many more points will be added to this list in given time. Hopefully if I can put on this elegant facade people might notice me and think of me in a better light. I realize that this post took a complete turn but I really didn’t feel like changing or retyping anything so… Cheers! 

So what to do when trapped in a lonely house during a hurricane and the girl that you have a crush on is obsessed with Justin Bieber? This…

So it seems like you really do become a product of your environment. Unfortunately my environment happens to be a 5 Star, 4 Diamond restaurant. Day after day of being around this elegantly plated food and incredible flavors has to rub off on you right? Well I think so.

I have two older sisters; Nikki and Roxy.. Nikki and I can cook. Roxy on the other hand isn’t allowed in the kitchen for fear she might try to make cereal and burn the place down… we had a few close calls. I live with my sister Roxy in Philadelphia, I also cook for her and I every night. So this is the start of my cooking journal.

Nothing really special. I just really like the plating on this classic Tortellini and red sauce.

In case of emergency please proceed to follow instructions below. 

Pending the out come of May 21st, 2011 the following plan has been masterfully constructed in a well planed and thought out manner. 

If shit goes down:

• Collect everything you need for immediate survival (weapons, food, water..)
• Proceced to follow the map to the rendezvous point of Absecon, New Jersey.
• We are assuming that all modes of transportation will be out of commission (cars, buses, trains, planes..) So loot a good pair of waling shoes cause you’ll be doing 17 hours 58 minutes of it.
• Once at the rendezvous point check on mommer dukes and Grandmom.
• Grand-mom will seem somewhat distraught and crazy but thats just how she is.
• Gather all necessary provisions and grab cousin Carl and his AR-15.
• After meeting up with North Carolina informant operative code name “Rox Bee”. Continue north to rally point Clarks Summit. 

If shit doesn’t go down:

• You just wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this. So go out and do something.

Some times I wonder if there is someone else out in the world exactly like me. If they interpret the world the same way I do. Hear the same melody and sing the same song. Either answer is depressing, no means that I might never find someone and yes means that i’m not the only one, that I like to think I am some times. 

It’s been nearly a year i’ve moved away from home. In that short amount of time my life as drastically changed. I’ve lost a friend over a stupid fight, I was charged with a false citation, my one friend in the city moved back home, and I rekindled a broken friend-ship.

I have also learned who I am and what I want to become and also what is most important to me. They say to see who someone really is see how they act when no one is looking, well living in a city that is always bearing eyes down on you, you learn to be who you are. 

Never would I have guessed that I would have actually become closer to my parents by moving, but i guess it takes something like that to realize what is important to you. Before conversations with my father were short, repetitive and somewhat bitter. Now I can talk to him about anything. I can’t say I don’t miss what I use to have in clarks summit because I do. I had friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world and a beautiful house. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision by leaving that all behind. Maybe I should just move back…

I can’t tell who he is in that mask.

It’s kinda funny how we can reflect on our pasts and almost slap ourselves for the things we did, or didn’t do. One case in preticular was my middle school dances. I had such a crush on this girl Sarah and nearly every dance I would try and work up a hint of courage to ask her to dance but I never could. I would just sit on the table and watch as everyone would have fun. My last dance in eight grade my friends literally PUSHED me to her as her friends did the same to her. At the time I thought it was because she didn’t want to dance with me but now that I think about it.. maybe she was going through the same thing I did. 

As we grow up we come more mature and smoother but i’ll never forget that time when my middle school crush Sarah told me she liked me too. Three days before I moved. If only i worked up the confidence to tell her how I felt before but I guess it’s the mistakes we make and the opportunities we lose that makes us the people we grow up to be. 

Step 1: Wake up tomorrow before noon and file for a passport.

Step 2: Wait a unrealistic amount of days for passport to arrive.

Step three: Road trip to Canada with whom ever wants to go.

Step b: Stay in Canada for a week for till I get kicked out.. which ever comes first. 

Step : Return to Philadelphia with newly acquired life experience.

Who’s in?

All my life i’ve always been the “go getter” never having something handed to me. So I know what it means to work for something. Never would I have thought this would happen… After 5 months of constant medical screening, interviews, relocations, new jobs, and paper work. A doctors tells me I am not physically capable to join the Coast Guard.. 4 years of rowing, the most physically demanding sport, 5 years of running, 2 years of swimming and 2 of lifeguarding and a doctor is telling me that I can’t.. Never have I been on such a tall mountain and to have that sweep right out from under you with no remorse from the preforming party can put one in tears.. and it did. Whats my back-up plan, why did I put my entire future in the Coast Guard.. whats next?