Woah... I forgot I had a blog!

Ok not really but things have been busy. Life is slowly moving along and I am about done with Olivet. There are few things that make me more excited than the concept that I won't be here next semester. Unfortunately I totally dropped the ball and there is a slight chance I will have to take a summer class. Oh well. There is worse things that could happen right? Right.

Anyway things are starting to get interesting with my relationship with Megan. It looks like we are going to be splitting up at the end of the semester (10 days) and will be dating other people. She brought the concept up and I completely agree with her reasoning. She doesn't t want to be in L.A. and has really only dated me for an extended period of time. I want and need to be in L.A. and know that if Megan and I are meant to work out then we will. Otherwise we will both meet someone new who is much better for us. It's all about the faith game. Plus now I get to have a freaking sweet bachelor pad. It does hurt but life goes on and so will I.

Heavy huh? Let's lighten this up a bit.

Watch This. You will piss yourself

i want my rain!

So I'm sitting in my graphics class waiting for it to start and all I want to do is go outside and play in the rain. I thought that feeling was supposed to end after 5th grade

Epic? post.

Ok so I promised an epic post. To be honest with you, I got nothin.

It's been a pretty big week. Schools officially in full swing and I am completely over it already. The classes I'm in are mostly art and that's cool. It feels like I'm in third grade again, except for the tight deadlines. All in all I'm ready to be done with this hell hole and moved on to whatever is next.

Speaking of which, I met up with a friend from out in LA and received some good pointers on how to make it in the industry. It looks like I'm in for a fun, albeit difficult ride!

I was able to hit up the Midwest Cigar Summit yesterday with Megan. It was a freaking great time! We got to sample some new cigars, some JD and a ton friends were there to hang out with. I even got to meet Gene Arganese of Arganese Cigars (http://www.arganesecigars.com/). I'll post some pictures at the end.

Oh so what else? Oh I'm working on an idea that I've been toying with for a while. I've tasted some chocolate truffles flavored with all sorts of things. One of my favorite is the "Earl Grey Tea" truffle. I want to take that idea a bit farther and do all sorts of teas. I might try to market them as a product named "Tease". We'll see how this first batch turns out with some low grade chocolate before I move to super high quality foreign chocolate.

Hmm... I think that's it. I'm buckling down for the next week of classes and hoping I don't lose my mind.

Sorry this wasn't that or deep or interesting. Leave me some love and maybe some inspiration for my next post alright?

Pre-game

Epic post will be posted within 10 hours

I don't blog enough

So someone told me that I need to blog more. This always happens when I have a blog, people start reading and they enjoy it and then i stop because i get busy and then all hell breaks loose! Ok well maybe that is an egotistical view of it but seriously, I wish I could sit at a coffee shop all day and write in my blog. I'd love that. (I did that this summer) but gah... school is creeping up on me, I need to get more sleep, I want to party instead, and life just wont slow down.

63 Things to do before I die.

Why 63? That's all I can think up! Look for part 2 later on mk?

Without further ado...

Things I want to do before I die:

1. Go to Amsterdam

2. Backpack through Europe for 1 month

3. Eat a crumpet in London

4. Get married

5. Win more than $100 dollars in Vegas

6. Lose more than $100 dollars in Vegs

7. Fall In love

8. See Jason Mraz in concert

9. Invent something

10. Film a motion feature

11. Learn to play Bass

12. Perfect a cup of coffee

13. Brew my own beer

14. Build a walk in Humidor

15. Read the Odyssey

16. Read more classic literature in general

17. Go deep sea fishing in Alaska again

18. Eat Aligator

19. Eat at the French Laundry

20. Eat at the Fat Duck

21. Eat at Il Bulli

22. Learn Japanese

23. Or Chinese (mandarin preferably)

24. Own an overstuffed leather chair

25. Have a smoking room

26. Own a house

27. Own a car that goes over 200MPH

28. Drive it over 200MPH

29. Skydive

30. Scubadive

31. Freedrive

32. Get high on life

33. Be completely content

34. Skinny dip in a public place

35. Rap on a CD and like it

36. Join the Mile High club

37. Join the Free Masons

38. Read the whole Bible start to finish in a month

39. Tour the pyramids

40. Smoke cigars in Cuba

41. Visit all 50 states

42. Visit Israel

43. Climb a significant mountain

44. Surf

45. Own an 8-track player

46. Build a movie theater in my house

47. Bowl a perfect game

48. Watch the classics

49. Be a paparazzi for a week

50. Own a car with hydraulics

51. Spend a month on the street

52. Film a music video for a significant musician

53. Expand Turntable Productions

54. Have children (2)

55. Catch a marlin

56. Spend 24 hours in bed just for fun

57. Build a lowrider bicycle

58. Visit the Eiffel Tower

59. Design and build my own house

60. Clubbing in Europe

61. Meet Jack White

62. Learn to play the Piano

63. Get into real estate

Tea and cigarettes

So I'm here at blue mug waiting for my video to upload. I don't know why but today is a sad day. No reason whatever to be sad. I don't know. It might be that I'm leaving to Chicago soon. I don't want to go. I'm over it. I really am.

Something Deep.

The ocean.

Coffee and Cigars

So I'm sitting here at Blue Mug Coffee in Escondido CA and I'm thinking. I'm not thinking about the upcoming election, the racial unrest between Hispanics and white Americans at the boarder, the price of gas, or anything to do with the heat. I'm thinking about God's gift to man in the form of coffee and tobacco. At this point in my life, nothing is as calming or as enjoyable as the taste of coffee with a nice cigar.

Time... it is short.

So I have been around. Not posting.

But it's 2:30AM and I just finished reading Chelsea's blog. I am the infamous C-rizzle. Yes... I am the one looking for skanks to bang. Ok, not really but yes that's me. Anyway I digress.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. My mom's sick, my girlfriend is back in Chicago, I started smoking the occasional cigarette (WTF right?) and I am looking to enjoy the last few weeks of my summer "vacation". I don't know what the next few weeks hold (except the trip to LA to see Tania and hopefully the Dark Knight in Imax), but I plan on having some fun.

Who's with me?

Epic craigslist post.

I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.

I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.

Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.

Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.

Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus.

Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.

Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.

Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.

Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.

I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.


(link http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/tor/649999147.html)

Post # 2

Ok so maybe this blogging thing will get easier. I find it hard to write on the screen my innermost thoughts, fears and ambitions for all the world to see.

I think part of it is that I hate writing about myself. Generally I don't know why you would be reading this. Why anyone in there right mind would come here and read this crap.

Why are you here? Are you here?

Blog Cherry

So here we are. I was inspired by a friend to start blogging again.

Woah... hold on. "Blogging" is not considered a word according to my web browsers spell check. WTF right?

Ok sorry about that.

So let me tell you a little about myself:
1 - I dont use correct punctuation. Get over it
2 - I like the sound of snow under my feet.
3 - Nothing annoys me more than chewing ice.
4 - I'm crazy.
5 - I smoke cigars and hookah. Cigs are not my thing.
6 - I read. Not as much as I want but I like it.
7 - I spend too much time watching movies.
8 - I swear sometimes. Don't let your kids read my damn blog.
9 - You can email me and I'll answer ANY question you ask. I'm an open book. That's what this blog is about.

Thanks for visiting. Keep looking back for new posts!