Since this blog can be written about anything I want, I’m going to talk about what I want to do with my life. Sometimes I feel like I should do what I have told people what I will try to do, which is go to college and become an engineer in advanced weaponry, work with a firm for a few years and go back to college to get my degree in business management to start my own advanced weaponry firm that builds weapons for the armed forces. But there is also a side of me that wants to go to college and get my degree in musical engineering so that I can produce music. I would love to build weapons because my “brother” Justin is in the army as well as my real brother Austin, I would like to be able to help them out by giving them weapons strong enough to take out a fully armed tank in two shots but light enough that they will not get very tired while carrying them. But I love music, it is my life music is what inspires others to do great and be happy. Without music life wouldn’t be worth living. I would like to be able to mix and mash music from different genres together that make a beautiful symphony that everybody will love. I’d also like to make my own music that famous singers can make the songs hits, because I’m not that good of a singer myself.
This second paragraph is going to be about baking. I love to bake, it doesn’t matter what it is I can bake it. I can bake anything from chocolate mousse to gooey butter cake to pineapple upside down cake. I have learned over the years from my grandma that baking is an art. She always told me that if you aren’t having fun and you aren’t putting love in it then it will never come out right. I used to always cook with my grandma before she moved. Every year before Christmas my brother sister and I would help her make her famous Christmas sugar cookies, they were show stoppers, and her fruit cake cup cakes, I didn’t particularly like them but I still liked to bake them. In my Russian class we were supposed to make a meal or drink for the class for a grade. When I heard this I was ecstatic, I immediately started searching for recipes. I found a Russian apple pie, this pie was different than any other pie, and you would cut up the apples and pour the dough over the cut apples. It created a kind of apple pie cake so to speak. After I had told my mom about how to make it she thought it would be a good idea to make a backup southern apple pie. So I baked the Russian pie and what I was excited for most was that I got to bake a pie with those cross hair dough pieces. I cut them out and placed them on the pie. The next day when I brought the pies to school everybody went crazy I didn’t have any left over.
