As I’m writing this I’m in the basement of my college, on my first day of class in my 5th year. Can I hear a hell yes for victory laps? The sad thing is I probably still have 1 more year until I get my minor and my spanish requisites taken care of. Maybe I can clep the next semester of Spanish but that will still put me in territory that I’m very unfamiliar with when I start 203. But that is neither here nor there.. I guess I’m just writing to try and figure out why I’m me.

I’m not really sure when I started becoming ridiculous, or a gearhead, or whatever the hell I even am. All I know is that I’m really starting to like myself. I feel I have a great mix of everything that I can get along with almost anyone who has more than a few braincells and thus carry on a conversation with me.

For some people it’s hard to go into a party not knowing anyone and having fun, for me, it’s more fun that way for a few reasons…

1) You can be a complete idiot as you may never have to see these people again.

2) You can drink all their beer and they’ll always be pissed at you, which is just plain funny.

3) You can mingle and get to know people and expand your social “circle”.

The above are only a few reasons but you get the jist… But this is just a glimmer into my strange little mind. If you can read (which, I sincerely hope you ca) I’ll be adding a few more parts to this as they come to me. But I’ll probably do at least 2 more (My fascination with cars and 1 about my personality.)

We’ll see.  Off to class!

Little deuce Coupe (My shit be a 32 Ford Model b)
You don’t know what I got (My shit be sleeper, yo.)
Little deuce Coupe
You don’t know what I got

Well I’m not braggin’ babe so don’t put me down (Yo, I iz braggin, but it’s the truff)
But I’ve got the fastest set of wheels in town (My shit be da fastet whip in da Tizown)
When something comes up to me he don’t even try (His shit be slowa than mine, ya heard?)
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly (My shit could achieve lift off with some wingz.)
She’s my little deuce coupe (This beyotch be mah whip)
You don’t know what I got (I’s fo real, she be sleepin)
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don’t know what I got)

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill (Mah engine be a flat head.)
But she’ll walk a Thunderbird like (she’s) it’s standin’ still (T-birds ain’t got shit on me!)
She’s ported and relieved and she’s stroked and bored. (My shit be custom)
She’ll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored (My shit be haulin)
She’s my little deuce coupe (This beyotch be mah whip)
You don’t know what I got (I’s fo real, she be sleepin)
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don’t know what I got)

She’s got a competition clutch with the four on the floor (Bitch be havin a sick clutch with a 4 speed, ya dig)
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar (My idle is low, however WOT is loud.)
And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid (Youze can’t handle mah shit.)
There’s one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy (I’d be a star on PINKS)

And comin’ off the line when the light turns green (I be gone when itz green)
Well she blows ‘em outta the water like you never seen (They ain’t stand no chance)
I get pushed out of shape and it’s hard to steer (My shit be hard to handle)
When I get rubber in all four gears (I be spinnin in all 4 gears)

She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don’t know what I got)
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don’t know what I got)
She’s my little deuce coupe
You don’t know what I got

What? I didn’t mean that. But yeah, I don’t know. I love my job but there has to be a better way. I don’t know, I’m sure I’ll figure it all out. It’s almost like serving, in a way..except much more stressful because now people are relying on me to get everything squared away on their investment/livelihood. You should see my notebook, it’s written in code that I can barely understand…it’s beautiful.

Oh, last night I was crusing around in my RX-7 (LS1 swap) and I pulled next to a patio that my friends were at. As I park and walk onto the patio to talk to my friends and apparently there was a girl who when I cruised by said this gem..

“You drive a shitty old Ferrari, you’re real cool.”

*Looks around*

It’s a Mazda, a japanese car. With an American V8 in it…there’s nothing remotely Italian about that car. It did make me laugh though.

But anyways, I’m also going to try to post up a lot more and this is what you have to look forward to…

“Little Deuce Coupe Translation”

“Fiscal Irresponsibility”

“Being a Hero and what it entails”

“Why I am me”

“2pac, Changin Lives”

“Pushin’ Me”

and how’s about a pick me up quote??

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” – Aesop

In the same photoset. Man, talk about making a mockery of a big religious ceremony. Oh well. It sure made me laugh.

This past weekend I was in Carmel for one of my best friends, Jeff, wedding. I was a groomsman along with Supertall, Hetrick and Perry. So on the way down there, Hetrick and I were rocking out to a CD he had made the night before and it was pretty much the best cd ever. It started off with “Huddle Formation” by the GO! Team and didn’t let up from there. Reel Big Fish, Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Ice Cube, Motorhead??? Yeah, I don’t know how all that awesomeness was contained on that CD but somehow Hetrick made it work. About halfway down it began raining like a mother, but seeing as the Corolla doesn’t have AC I rocked it out with my window down, because I am just that amazing. But we got to our hotel room, and basically got ready for the rehearsal, then rehearsal dinner.

Rehearsal was awesome, all of the bridesmaids were astoundingly beautiful and fun to talk to. Well, except Kristen’s little sister because that would just feel weird calling a 15 year old beautiful when I’m almost 23. But after that we went out to rehearsal dinner, and on the way there with 4 dudes in my car, my suspension was severely compressed. Every speed bump we went over my exhaust scraped. I really need to fix that, but we made it to the restaurant and all of us had grilled salmon, with awesome mashed potatoes, and grilled vegetables. A few of us had ice cold guinesses. Then we headed back to our hotel room to chill out for the big day. Also, David headed back to get Jess (his girlfriend) and we went on a beer run to Meijer…because we honestly drink that much. We came back to the hotel room triumphantly wielding the beer of the Gods. Three of the finest beers that have ever been made…The first, Miller High life 30 pack of pure gold. The second, Red Dog…30 of the finest beers the creator has blessed us with, and finally…Pabst Blue Ribbon. This stuff is so good, I can almost guarantee it was brewed from the sweat off the scrotum of God. It’s amazing.

But after our beer run, Jess and David arrived and I did my speech to see what everyone thought. I’m pretty sure Supertall called me gay, Brian and David said it was good, and Jess slapped David and said she “hated him” It was unbelievable. In a good way. Or something. But after that we tried to go to bed, but really all it was, was a more graphic version of Summer camp. Wherein we made fun of each other, said silly things, and I hit on Jess while David laid by her side and said nothing. Here’s a teaser of what I said….

Jess: What’s my nickname??

As she asks this, Brian finishes his sentence…

Brian: Does anyone want a pillow?

Jess: My nickname is pillow? Why is that??

Drew: Because you’re awesome and I want to sleep with you???

Yeah, I’m that awesome I can say that and not get the shit kicked out of by a girls boyfriend. But after that we all fell asleep.

The next morning, Sean and Brian woke up at 6 am and made enough noise to keep me up til 7.45 wherein I said “fuckitall” and got up. I took a shower, and then we watched American Gladiators until it was time to put on our tuxes. When we started, we realized that we don’t dress up enough because we were clueless on a couple things and Jess helped us out.

But we got to the church, on time and then it was a game of hurry up and wait. We just sat around and waited until it was time. I was freaking out. I don’t even know why, it wasn’t my wedding. Jeff was really calm, as was everyone else. But I was peak freakin hardcore, for no apparent reason. Then it came……show is on the road.

We waited in the Foyer, for our chance to escort our respective bridesmaid down the aisle. Speaking of…My bridesmaid was gorgeous. She was Kristen’s sister, who was a few years younger than her. She was pretty awesome and easy to talk to, so I wasn’t stressed out at all. Also, we walked after Supertall and Kristen’s youngest sister, who happened to be the shortest bridesmaid. So that was comical, so we walked and smiled and got to our spots without incident. When Kristen began walking down the aisle, 2 things happened and I’m not sure which happened first. 1) I began tearing up and getting ready to cry. 2) Everyone else almost started crying. At that moment I knew that I was going to cry during my speech.

But the wedding went off without a hitch, and it was beautiful and we were all really happy. And off to the reception we went. The limo ride was pretty hot and quiet, as most of us were pretty tired from the stress of the wedding, and emotionally drained. Little did I know how much more tired I could become. At the reception, we sat around, mingled, ate, watched Jeff and Kristen cut their cake and before I knew it, it was time for speeches. The Maid of Honor went first, and it was awesome. She didn’t even choke up or cry or anything, then Jimi went (The Best Man) his speech was awesome but he did get a little choked up near the start. Then I stood up, I began talking and all of the sudden it felt like I had an apple in the middle of my throat…I fought it off with one liners and quips, but in the end it was a losing battle. I decided to skip my middle paragraph and go straight to the prayer after my first paragraph. People went crazy, I looked around after my speech and there was not a dry eye in the room. Mission accomplished. Jeff gave a speech after mine and his was even better, I was crying too hard to remember exactly what he said but I remember it being awesome.

After that, it was dancing and mingling and just having copious amounts of fun. Then we went back to the hotel for the hotel party that we told a lot of people about. 4 people showed up to it other than Hetrick, Supertall and myself. But that was fine, it was really fun anyways. The party ended around 2.30 when Hetrick and myself passed out, not from alcohol but sheer exhaustion.

We woke up the next morning around 10, got around, made sure we had anything, then headed home. We stopped at Puccini’s to get chicken diablos and hetrick ate a ranch and sausage pizza. On the way home, we listened to the mix CD again, then followed it up with Sublime. I got caught up in a pack of about 5 cars going 80-85 the entire way and I just hung out with them the entire way to Fort Wayne.

We got in and returned our tuxes, and went our seperate ways for a few hours. Then a few of us met up to see “The Happening”…looking back I really shouldn’t have gone to see that movie. As it was pure crap. So the weekend could have been better, but still……the best weekend of my young life.

Oh, for those curious few as to what my speech was…it went something like this.

“Wow, I know they say save the best for last but those speeches are going to be hard to follow. Uhm, I know a lot of you don’t know me, but my name is Drew and I’ve known Jeff for around 10 years so I felt obligated to give a speech on this day. But first, I want to thank Jeff and Kristen for letting myself and my friends be part of this day. *choke up* Man, I hate you Jimi. I wouldn’t be crying if you hadn’t done that speech. Sean man, I have this speech written down, I may have you just say it. But anyways, I’ve never been in a serious relationship or anything, so I was pretty nervous about this day. And 1 night when Jeff and I were heading back to my house, I asked him if he was nervous, and without an ounce of hesitation he told me “No” and went on to explain that when he met her, he knew that she was the one. MAN! I can’t be crying, I am the man of men. I mean look at this beard!! *Entire hall erupts into laughter and applause* But, all I could do is smile to that, and then he went on to explain that It only takes that 1 girl, and then the rest falls in to place. After thinking about it for a few days, I decided that when I find my girl, if we’re half as happy as Jeff and Kristen…I’ll be one of the most blessed men in the world.

I mean seriously, are they not the most perfect couple ever? How many couples do you know that go to the library to “study” and actually study, or competively play Parcheesi for hours and still say “I love you”? and finally, they put up with my goofy friends and I. For which I’m thankful.

But I don’t wanna hold this party up any longer, so I’ll close in saying that I cannot wait to hang out with them and watch them grow even more. But I’m going to close this with a Irish prayer, mainly because I wish I was Irish and this prayer rocks, so raise your glasses please…Man, I’m shaking so bad that I may drop my glass.

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of his hand.”

I know I’m not writing much, but with work and class I barely have time to sleep, nonetheless do my homework and have fun. I try and write on this, but I don’t have much to say. But I did stumble across an old picture of my Scooby. And in honor of it running perfectly and trouble free for a week, I’m going to post a pic..

I took it for a quick drive to the hardware store to get a fitting to convert my oil line to my oil sensor to AN fittings and stainless line to try and stop the leak in the RX-7. But it was the first time I drove that car all week. And every time I get in it, I smile. I love that car and still think it was one of the best purchases I’ve made in the past few years. Although I had to sacrifice my GTP to get it, I think it was the right move. I can’t wait for winter in this thing.

On a completely unrelated note, I’m going to a greek wedding tomorrow with my sister. I’m sure there will be lulz had. Stay tuned!

Just wanted to post up a picture I took a few days ago…

That’s a 69 Camaro with an LS2 in it. We had dropped it off at a body shop to get a few dings and knicks fixed up before the owner took delivery of it. I let the owner’s son drive it back to the shop as I didn’t want my head on the chopping block if something went wrong. (Which it didn’t) Hahaha. Also, I got to move the Z06 about 10 feet the other day.

Just from moving that car 10 feet, and just taking it all in…..I realized that I would do whatever it takes to get one of those cars. Hahaha.

My nephew was born (2 months premature, but he is doing well you can check out my brothers blog at www.visualtrademark.com for more info and pictures of the cute little guy)

I went to a huge V8 RX-7 gathering in Indy (recap, here http://www.v8rx7forum.com/hall-fame/49457-azars-recap-sns08.html )

2 of my friends graduated

Work has gotten progressively more stressful due to just work loads and me helping customers more

I got the LS7 out of the red Z06 in the post below, sold

The WRX has been repaired

The RX-7 was having some wiring problems, but was repaired tonight

I have 3 running cars again! YAY! *knocks on wood*

I started class for summer, so I go to work from 8-4.45, then class from 5.30 to 7.45. I drive around 70 miles a day, but luckily I don’t mind it too much with the RHD Scooby.

But really that is it, today is the first day that I even felt that I had time to write a blog and as I’m writing it I can actually feel myself falling asleep. But it seems that things are getting under control, I’m getting more and more proficient at my job and I love it. Also, it does help that I may get to see my nephew very soon, so that’s an exciting thought!! Take care and God bless!

That car was dropped off to our shop a few days ago. It’s one of the many reasons I love my job. It’s an 08 Z06 with 300 miles on the odometer. The owner brought it in for a supercharger, and forged block. He wants a 900 RWHP car, and we’ll be glad to accommodate him.

Oh and Sunday i got to transport this..

What you’re looking at is probably one of the most powerful, yet refined cars I’ve ever been in. We built the block, ad put the procharger on. It has meth injection and a beefy cam. It pushes out over 650rwhp on our mustang dyno. The power curve is just so smooth and linear it’s insane. It was also such a smooth ride, if I had around 30k laying around…I would build one just like. Best daily driver ever!

PS: I limited myself to 120mph in it, only once. I’m a good boy!

I also try to be decent at photography, but I think I get lucky almost all the time with good shots. Nothing that I plan to make a career of, just another expensive hobby. Those are pretty much my vices, cars and photography. I don’t smoke, don’t do drugs, I do drink to excess though. So I guess I have 3 vices. I’m not a womanizer by any means, and typically my relationships are hilarious in their own regards. Well, actually thinking about it I have 4 vices, redheads being the last one. It’s horrible, any girl with red hair is automatically super hot.

Some other things that I like to do is enjoy music and write. If you see me rolling I’m probably listening to 1 of 2 things, classical music or gangsta rap. Because that’s truly how strange I am. But I’ll listen to everything in between that, except mainstream rap. I’m typically more an indie hip-hop guy and the main stream stuff doesn’t typically appeal to me, but with Common and Mos starting to go mainstream I guess I listen to some. But right now, I’m kind of in a remix/drum and bass kick with Jason Nevins and DJ Marky taking up a lot of my ear space. Also, I write to make other people laugh and to vent out emotions that otherwise I don’t feel I could. Most of my writing is just based off of nothing, or a personal experience that I’ve exaggerated on.

Eh, but I feel that is enough about me. I’m sure I’ll reveal more through me not talking about myself than I could talking about myself anyways. But be sure to check back regularly as I will try to update this every other day or so with my adventures. Take care all, good night!