Brussels, the city of Kings.

After graduating from McGill with an incredibly ambiguous degree in international development, I stood at an important crossroad in my life. Enter the real world, or keep living the dream. I'm a dreamer my friends. And this dream brought me to the heart of the European Union, Brussels. Why? Why the fuck not? Capital of chocolate, french fries, waffles, and finally, world capital of beer, Brussels provides a very adequate niche for a former McGill wild child such as myself. Since my arrival, I have found that Belgians are very welcoming, and have a curious attraction to french Canadians. Our quirky accent is a source of constant amazement to these people. Several times a day, people will ask me to say something in Quebecois, and I have to politely explain that Quebecois is french. Butchered french granted but french nonetheless. Of course I say this with my Quebec accent, and they giggle. I live to entertain, but it's never been this easy. The other day I asked for a fanta and the lady gave me a bottle of water. We speak the same language, I don't get it.
So here I am in Brussels, doing a Masters program in International Cooperation while enjoying the european lifestyle. I have to admit, it did not take much time at all to adapt. I, much like my european counterparts, enjoy casual nudity, drinking cheap beer and closing the bar at 6am.
Vive la Belgique.
I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.
~Mike Tyson

first step: admit defeat

Half the battle is accepting that realistically no one will be reading my blog. Why do I have such a cynical outlook on my skills as a "blogger"? Most likely because I just finished watching a documentary on invertebrates. I concede that while they do maintain some interesting physical traits that I strive for (lack of spine, ability to fit into narrow places) , invertebrates are about as interesting as carpentry. But I digress. This blog is in no way for you dear reader, but for me. Kinda like when Jesus wrote the bible, right? exactly...
So this blog is in many ways comparable to the bible. You should MAKE your children read it and push it onto others as well.
For those of you who are blessed to know me, you will know that I go out of my way to have a good time. I like to think that bad decisions make good stories. So if this blog does not entertain you, it should, at the very least, teach you valuable lessons in living (ie: absinthe is not an appropriate pre-drink liquor).