And So It Begins.

Have you ever been sitting alone at home, doing nothing except watching TV, thinking about life, and eating unhealthy food...when all of a sudden you realize you aren't doing anything at all. Sure, you're enjoying some of the finer things in life, laziness, slothfulness, that unhealthy food again. But in reality, you aren't doing anything. You may have a job you sort of like, a wife who is all right, and a dog who's greatest feature is that he no longer poo's on the bathroom rug, but has now graduated to the front doorstep. As a sidenote, the dog feels this is a greater accomplishment for him, as he now gets to see you walk in the door and immediately squish into a giant lump of digested dog food and the taco from last night.

Now, you may have all of this, but then you realize your life is not fulfilled. You look at the TV, you see all these people. With fun-filled lives, busy all the time, never a dull moment. You think to yourself, why the hell can't my life be like that? I'm just as handsome as that guy...he isn't that good looking anyways, the smug bastard. And I can do what she's doing, or at least I could learn to in a week or two. I want to live this life.

Then you think back, and you say "Maybe I should have gone to school for that. In fact, I can still go back now! That's it, I'm quitting my job, and I'm not looking back. Advanced physics degree, here I come!" You plan it all out in your mind, the greatest part, of course, being when you walk up to your boss, with a cake in hand that says "Excuse me sir, but you are a gigantic douche. I quit"(You of course got an extra large cake for this purpose). The entire office cheers and you get carried out on the shoulders of 300 of your closest co-workers you never knew. In the car you go, straight to the nearest University.

BAM. You're back in your comfy armchair, dog pooing 3 feet away from you. Looking up, you realize your back home, safe and sound. You've had your fun for the day, back to the relaxing monotony of yelling at the dog and eating stale popcorn. Life goes back to normal, and you're back in the office the next day. Such is life.

The purpose of this whole story was to tell you that I'm tired of having no direction in life. I have decided to do this exact thing. No, I will not be pursuing a career in advanced physics, as I HATE physics with a passion. I got a 32 in the class, last time I looked. However, I do have a plan.

As a young child, I was brought up in the ways of cooking. My mother baked all the time and my father ate all the time. Whenever my mother went into the kitchen to start a new creation, I would follow her in there, usually in the hopes of getting something wonderful and delicious, as I happened to eat just as much as my father. After a while though, it became less about eating food, and became more about creating food. Shortly thereafter, our family moved in with my grandmother, who just so happened to be graduating from the CIA, or the Culinary Institute of America, which I hold in extremely high regard to the cooking community. It was from this lady, Gigi as I called her, that I learned to really love food.

As the years progressed however, my young desire to go out and do something exciting and dangerous took over. I completely forgot about cooking, and went into the field of Criminal Justice. After a year and a half of this, I was exactly where my example was, sitting on my couch, doing nothing. I was not satisfied with my life. So I did something drastic, and changed it.

As of 3 days ago, I was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America, for the BPS, or Bachelor's degree program. I figured that this would be a big step in my life, and I wanted to chronicle it in some way. So, I bring to you, Goodyear...my journey to the CIA.

As part of the requirements to get into the CIA, I had to get 6 months of experience in a commercial kitchen, so I will be filling you in about that, which is going....well, interesting to say the least. I will also be filling you in about everything that transpires leading up to the day that I move in, and most likely throughout my adventures at the greatest culinary school in the world...the CIA.