No fancy HTML or Markup for me today. To late.

It's 2:25 am, cali time. I'm not tired, but I'm going to retire my butt to bed soon.
Listening to Chop Suey by System Of A Down... My comps somehow losing Virtual Memory so things are running slowly, I think that between the typing, the web page blinking, which I am about to close. Done. That actually helped, but not a great amount. I lay my head back, and sigh. I close my eyes... Only to snap them back open. I can't go to sleep. I'm to awake. When my eyes close, the thoughts come spilling into view, sorting and distorting. I see all my life before me, to mentally grab and view... I realize I'm drifting into sleep when a fly buzzes by my ear. I snap awake and straigthen. I spare the fly for services rendered and send it on it's way. I can feel the weight of the last few years bearing down on my soul. I can actually feel it... between my shoulder blades, kinda pressing down on my lower abdomen and pelvis. It's their... I blink and the usual darkness is exploding lights of thoughts. I know know I am not asleep, but I can hear voices pressing in on my conciousness. Greed, Envy, Lust, Pride, and Anger all press loud and clamoring on my thoughts, just outside the bubble I call my conciousness. A little child in the corner with a small, clear voice tells me they are bad, evil. I've closed my eyes, now, and see the physical scene of this mental issue. A transparent shimmering sheild over a dais and stage... All outside is dark, not evil but mysterious. Inside all is white, graceful curves. Five of the Seven Deadly Sins exist, laying outside the bubble as small multicolor shifting lights, and when one grows particularly loud, a small enraged image of me as that sin pounds on the shield, only to fade back into the light. Anger is the largest, and recently most powerful of these. Inside are quite white lights, shaped as graceful flowing humanoids, in a recess around the dais. They are odd, and I can't identify them, or even if they belong to me. On the stage are more figures, each like me, sitting, standing, leaning. They are all speaking to each other, some arguing, some agreeing, some passing time. White figures drift towards these, then drift back to the crowd. Upon the raised, outwardly flaring dais, stand two regal figures of myself, each with a dark shape on their arms like regal couples. As I mentally draw close I recognize a longer haired version of myself, guitar slung across his back. He stands oddly dominate over the other, and as I move my thoughts closer I see the shape on his arms is my girlfriend, a warm smile on both faces. An aura of calm, assuring, and dominate happiness exudes from the pair. I float around to see the others, resuming my previous distance. My hair is short, and my face oddly scarred, like from fights I'd avoided. I draw a little closer, and see that I am physically stronger, but a slightly menacing stance in my pose halts my progress. For the first time someone acknowledges my presence. All the voices stop speaking, and all faces turn to my little amoeba of thought, the only faces abstaining are the largest two, who continue to stare away from each other, though they stand side to side, akimbo. I drift closer to the second pair, and am startled to see the look of peace in the others, but also the aura of regal menace, not of a want to harm, but perhaps a willingness to if necesary, and an ability to. I draw closer to the shadow, and the shadows from both figures fall. I am startled to see who is on my arm. I am immobolize by surprise, when the slightly darker me reaches out to grab me, make me become him, and so does the dark figure. I become distressed, and the volume of the room erupts, and continues to grow. I grow desperate, but cannot escape. Just as I am encircled in the hand of the menacing figure, I am released. I float back to see the warm figure of myself with the strongers wrist in his hand, and they stare upon each other not with hate, but with warmth and understanding emanating from both. I am again startled by this, until I recognize both. Neither is evil, but both are different. The female figures represent the women who embody my choices. All returns to as it was, as I draw towards the edge of the sheild, when motion and noise errupts from beyond the shield. All the sins are clamoring, yelling, and a dark, menacing shape rises from the darkness beyond the shield and bends to look down upon my little presence. I barely recognize myself, and though I seem stronger then both of the ones on the dais, I am also a twisted wreck, and all alone. Even the sins have backed away from the glowering figure of black. All is quiet outside and in, when a small clear voice rings out like a triumphant clarion in the night, and the dark figure dissapates, and the small child, who resembles nothing of myself, but more that of a small street urchin down on her luck strides back to her her odd corner, and sits back down to her quiet singing. I glide over to her, and she looks directly at me and utters something, small and clear, beautiful beyond man, and I understand it to be time for me to wake. I glide over to the dais, and fly half-way between the shield, and the darkness beyond, and the heads of my selves. I hang their like a guiding and protecting star. I open my eyes and realize, that for all the time this happened, not two seconds have passed. The clock still says the same time, and my song has not progressed but a few notes. I resign myself to return, one day, to my mind, and begin to write the proceedings from my mind. Having finished, at 3:05, I will now publish this post, turn out the last light and turn off the music. I will now sleep. Until then, rest easy, lest my insanity be yours. 3:06, now. Good night.

Armed and Dangerous Congratulations! You scored 88%!

You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you did, you'd probably do just fine.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: http://is3.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif">>

I was wandering around on the web when I remembered a program called Arachnophilia. The only use I've ever put Arachnophilia to was writing online. Arachnophilia is CareWare, which anyone who's looked at mightseem curiously like FreeWare or ShareWare. Well, to be blunt, IT ISN'T. Infact, I'd rather deal with a CareWare program then anything.The premise of CareWare is covered more then I could describe by Paul Lutus, the actual creator of the Arachnophilia program.I have put a permanent link on my sidebar, I wish you all to read it. Personally, I am going to remember more of the article, and use it's premise,not only for myself, but for things that other's would wish of me. I want you all to read it, but I can't make you. I implore you then.But everyone should take a look at it and other articles. Very good.

In other news, I hope my family doesn't read my blog. Because they can be annoying!!! That is why I shan't post this topic here. So there. Nyeah, she, Nyeah.

This is kalroy.

From Blogthings, www.blogthings.com

You Know You're From Hawaii When...
You can understand and speak PIDGIN english.
You go to dinner and "make one plate" with all the extra food leftover.
You automatically take off your shoes in people's homes.
You wear rubber slippers to the beach.
You eat rice every single day.
It's "shave ice" not"snow cones".
When you know NEVER to turn your back facing the ocean.
You know what ukus are and have had them at least once before when you was one little keiki.
You've been to almost all of the other islands.
You get impatient with all of those bikers on the road that came from Haleakala.
When someone says to "dress up" it means one nice aloha shirt and jeans.
You eat coconuts straight from the shell - and drink the juice.
You went to the War Memorial Stadium parking lot to learn how to drive.
You've worked in the pineapple fields.
You know where all the creepy places (like burial sites) are in the island.
You know you aren't supposed to whistle at night time, cross your chopsticks, or stick your fork straight out of your rice.
You have highlighted hair.
You eat Arare.
You know what "tutu" means.
You learned to play the ukulele in elementary school.
It's SHOYU, not soy sauce.
To you, sushi means sushi, not RAW FISH!
You eat malasadas.
You have a billion pairs of slippers in front your door when your family gets together.
Your house has residue from the salty ocean air.
You eat portuguese sausage, eggs, and rice for breakfast.
You buy large quantities of toilet paper in case there’s a longshoreman strike.
You don't understand why anyone would buy less than a 20 lb bag of rice...
You would serve spam as a meat for dinner...
You can taste the difference between teriyaki and kal-bi.
You know why there are alphabets on trees on graduation day.
You know what lei day is.
You know what the "stink eye" is; and how to give it.
You can correctly pronouce kalanianaole, kalakaua and aiea.
You know what a "Huli Huli Chicken" is.
You can name 3 varieties of mangos.
You know the difference between being hapa and being hapai.
You give directions using mauka and makai.
You know what it takes to get into kamehameha school.
You say, "Nori" not seaweed paper.
You say "Brah" not "Bro".
You know why Sharks Cove is called Sharks Cove.
Your jokes are about Portugese not Polish.
You know what "Morgan's Corner " is ... (And it still scares you!).
You think 70 degrees is freezing cold. You call it "saimin" not "Top Ramen."
The surf report is on your speed dial...
Rainbow Drive-Inn is a special date.
You know pineapples don't grow in trees.
When you hear the words "fund raiser", you know it means Zippy's Chili.
You have said "wat, owe you money?", "karang your alas", or "dakine".
You call public transportation "da BUS."
You go to Neiman Marcus "jus fo look."
The mainland people no can understand your language.
You eat mango with shoyu, vinegar, and pepper.
You like ume, daikon, and kim chee better than pickles.
You never understood why adding pineapple and ham to a pizza made it Hawaiian to the rest of the world.
You have a separate circuit breaker for your rice cooker.(Or should.)
You measure the water for the rice by the knuckle of your index finger.
The condiments at the dinner table are shoyu, ketchup, chili peppah watah, kimchee, takuwan, Hawaiian salt and pickled onion.
You go to Maui and your luggage home includes potato chips, manju, cream puffs, guri-guri and fresh saimin from Sam Sato's.
A balanced meal has three starches: rice, macaroni and bread.
You call everyone older than you "Aunty" or "Uncle" even though they aren't related to you.
Your philosophy is "Bumbai".
You are barefoot in most of you elementary school pictures.
Your only suit is a bathing suit.
You drive barefoot.
You feel guilt leaving a get-together without helping clean up.
The idea of taking something from a heiau is unthinkable.
You'd rather drag out the compressor and fill that leaking tire every single morning than have it fixed.
The only time you honk your horn is once a year during the safety check.
You can live and let live with a smile in your heart.
Nobody is sure exactly where "north" is.
Your cousin is Japanese-Chinese-French-Filipino-Korean-Scottish-Portuguese-Hawaiian, plus some stuff too manini to mention.
You watch your favorite shows "on top the TV."
The best cooks all use lots of mayonnaise.
An approaching hurricane means only one thing – surf's up, brah!
"You like beef" has nothing to do with what's for dinner.
Beans are the perfect condiment for ice cream.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Hawaii.

The name's Drack. Draconis Arrowatch Arandis. I've been a gumshoe for over 10,000 years, and I've only had one normal day's work. It was a Thursday. But this isn't Thursday. It's Friday, and my Friday’s are not normal. The dame walking by the window was going to make sure of it. I had a chicken in the oven, and was waiting for dinner when the door bell rang. I kicked the door on my way past, and it swung open, revealing a pretty little number in a fancy little dress. Her make-up said class, her hat said money, and her eyes said trouble. I swore under my breath, and lowered my hat so I wouldn’t notice those gray blue eyes.
"You’re a P.I., and I need your help."
"Really? I thought I was a deli worker, and needed your help with today's special."
Without missing a beat, “Today’s special is murder, with a side of intrigue.”
“And why are you coming to me with this?”
“Because the police came up empty, and nobody else will take my case.”
“I’ll take it.”
This time she did miss a beat. In fact, she missed quite a few. I could hear the clock ticking away in the background, and I thought I would have to break the silence she spoke.
“Just like that? You don’t know what the problem is…”
She went on like this for about 5 minutes, the clock ticking all the while. I figured my food was almost ready when I interrupted her.
“You wouldn’t have come to me if one of the others will take it, and if I won’t take it, then no one will. So I figure I’ll look into it. It may even be fun. But you can tell me about it over dinner. I have a room upstairs, and some more comfortable clothes in the closet I keep in the event it’s unsafe for a client to stay anywhere else. Dinner will be in 10 minutes, so please don’t be late.”
I was feeling very smug by that time, and I whirled out of the room, and gestured up the stairs. She was half way up the stairs when I burnt my hand to my elbow, and let a litany of curses fly. Her light giggle pissed me even farther. But the chicken was perfect, and I figured things can’t be too bad… I would come to regret thinking this.
I had the table set for two, and it was a nice little dinner. She was dressed simply, revealing how truly beautiful she was. She had changed into a skirt in the far corner of the closet, one I thought I’d never see again. A nice white blouse commented it perfectly. Her face was nice, and her eyes were still beautiful. The clothes she was wearing showed her figure off better then the tight dress earlier. I was speechless, the first time in many years. I came to just in time for her to notice.
“I’m sorry, but it my good white wine ran out awhile ago and I haven’t stocked any more. I’ve only got your choice of scotch, white grape juice, and some Pepsi I will never drink.”
“The scotch, please. I may need it by the end of dinner.”
Halfway through the meal, she broke the silence that had settled.
“My best friend, Miranda Nogumi is dead. Her husband Yoshiro Her Mother and father are dead. Her sisters, aunt and uncle, and her niece, they are all dead. Only Yoshiro’s brother Musashi is alive. And I’m worried for him; he’s already been attacked several times. The perpetrators are the Vatelli family, but the police won’t do anything. The police are as afraid as Musashi.”
The Vatelli family. The biggest crime syndicate in history. Headed up by Nikky Vatelli, they have their hands in every cookie jar in the world. There isn’t a single government, company, or even mercenary army that isn’t either bribed or afraid of the Vatelli family. Their name sends shudders in the spine of every good souled man and woman save a few.
Musashi Nogumi was one of those people. He’d been staging vigilante raids, single handedly assassinating the big guns, and hampering the Vatelli family for about 17 years. They had put a price on his head. Apparently this dame didn’t realize that more people had taken a shot at Musashi then me, and almost as many have died trying. I thought I should break the news gently.
“Except for Musashi being afraid, duh. He’s be-“
She cut me off, saying “I know what he’s done, but that’s not all. Musashi has disappeared. And it’s obvious the Vatelli family had nothing to do with it, his house is still standing, and the light bulbs are missing. It was his sign to me that he is hiding.”
“That’s nice. But what do you want me to do. If I pry into his whereabouts the Vatelli family will find out. They hate me more then Musashi, and I don’t even try to get their goat.”
“Anything. Cause trouble, stir up old resentment, but please. You have to save Musashi, or find out where he is. I have money, I have weapons, I have anything you need. They say you’ve been in this town forever. That you can do anything.”
I would have blushed if I hadn’t been so worried over accepting the job already. The dinner progressed quietly as I mulled over the details of what this meant. Having no details, I spent the time making some.
It was obvious that there was something major she wasn’t telling me. I stepped outside for a breather. I spotted a couple across the street staring a little too intently. And the man with the gun on the roof was taking aim. I stepped back inside. I saw her looking at a painting of a tan roman centurion and a shapely lady.
“This man looks just like you. This painting is obviously authentic. Who is this man? Is he your ancestor?”
I closed my eyes.
“Her name was Helena. That centurion is me. Helena was my wife. That was along time ago.”
I remembered that day. It was obvious she didn’t believe me. I didn’t care…
“Your staying here tonight. The room you found the clothes in is where you will stay. There are men outside, watching the place. There is a guy on the roof of the building across the way. There is no way for you to leave. I’ll be leaving tomorrow, so stay here. There is food in the fridge and right half of the basement. You’ll be safe here, so long as you don’t go outside, or annoy my friend. I’ll tell him you’re here, and he’ll make breakfast. I hope you like cereal.”
She was taken by surprise by all of the news. She turned a bright red when she realized I ordered her to stay here. I cut her off before she could say anything.
“Your name.”
“What?”
“I figure I should know your name if I am going to take your case. And if your going to be in my house. Should have told me earlier…”
“Jessica. My name is Jessica York.”

LUUUUUUUCYYYYY, I'm HOOOOooooooome.

So, this is where it all ends. Riekenbok falls. Like Sherlock Holmes and Morierty, this may be our final conflict. But unlike them, neither of us is really good. So who will win?

Yeah... Tidal waves, desert nations, french bird heads, and odd wierdo beliefs in the state.... That about sums up the things bugging me today.

Welcome to my blog... again...

I'm going to restart this blog right now, and I plan try to publish on a regular basis. This will mean staying up on current events and news more often...

Well, I'm updating this thing. My family stuff is old right now, nothing earth shaking anymore, it's boiled down to basic and boring to me.

Jenn and I are still together, amazingly. Luck be a lady, tonight...

Dad's still in oregon, Bro's still in northern california, were still in the one horse, two mule town. Actually, there are a lot of horses in town... thought no mules of the hooved variety that I know of.

I'm a sophmore in Boron High School... Still...

I'm still writing my poetry, still writing stories, I might go for football Jr. year, not 100%, closer to 87.5%. Maybe baseball this year, but I can't make the stick hit the ball...

Yeah... Bush won, go find another blog for other things, I'm happy he won, that's about my extent today.

Dum de dum dum dum... I'm done.

Boy oh Boy

Well, largest poll to date is a game... Miniclip.com's Hip Hop Debate. It's a game... pretty stupid. But in the end you vote for your choice. And it's got some insane number of votes because anyone with an email address get's their mail, I think, and if you don't it seems to pop up all over the place. But anyway, it shows Bush with a 3 % lead... Not so good. The margins may shift, or grow, because we have the other candidates. Or something may happen and the 3rd party candidate may win... I hope not, as they usually have the zealous point of view I grow to dislike, and the radical idea's I almost despise... Yeah, I'm a zealot, but I'm a zealot about hating zealots... It's a hippocritical confusing process. But it's true...

On a happier note, my dog is still a tweaker. That's right. He is... And I just lost my train of thought. Whooooosh.... Gone. All because of the television... That's what I get for watching Anime, it get's attention hoggitive... If that is a useable phrase. But I digress. My dog's a tweaker.

And Dictionary time before the next article.
Powderpuff Sport: A sport activity in which the players are the opposite gender then expected for one game. I.E.; Powderpuff Football, where the females are the players, and males are the cheerleaders.

Now, I signed up for Powderpuff Volleyball... with no coercion from anybody else. My choice, by my self. Our school has no male volleyball league, so... I jumped. Our game was postponed until further notice, probably november at earliest. So we missed the first practice entirely, the second didn't go so well, lost to the freshmen class. (I'm a Sophmore now!!!) And The third practice, after we found out about the post-ponement, went great. Though my mom says we are "A bunch of Monkeys on Crack."

Anyway... update done.

Warning: Odd references to to an old sega game called Shadow Run upcoming.
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Warning to you, if you are reading this now... I know you had something to do with my brother.
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Insulting Dolphins

The Ultimate John Kerry Ad, a must see. Hat tip (Blogging lingo for thanks, and such affiliated stuff): Eden Watchdogs via Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer.

I love it. Also floating around on the internet is a page about john kerry, with flipper theme. It has like the 11 positions of John Kerry on the war, and 8 on something else...

BTW: I have found the secret to having a good day... Listen carefully. Weird Al Yankovic...

YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK, GOOD BYE!!!

[	mood	|	G-14 Classified	]
[	music	|	Mission Impossible Theme	]

Okay, guys. We need 31 ft. of pvc pipe, 2 lbs of flour, a bag of walnuts, a zippo, an emu, a pb&j sandwich, four large coal briquettes (kingston, of course), a string of mardi gras beads, two piano's, 127 large rolls of duct tape, four cd's (doesn't matter what's on them), a large egg, two sticks of deodarant (solid), a microwave, two large prisms, a mariachi band, a team of 17 or more teenagers, a pot of flowers, a graph zeppelin, 4 AA batteries, and a good camcorder.

The plan is on a need to know basis...

I"M BACK!!!! I have decided that, since I need to express politics, I'm back





Okay. Down to brass tacks. I'm in favor for bush. *Matrix dodges tin cans and rotten fruit* Yes. That's right. He's actually a good president. But he's not perfect. But he's infinitely better then John Kerry. To quote John Stuart explaining some one else... I forgot who.

"I like John Kerry, he's a nice man, a good man, a bit of a pussy, a liar." He's not leadership material. He belongs in the senate. Someone tell him that for me, I won't get the chance.

Best place for objective news is the daily show with john stuart. Well... Atleast for news put in obvious lamens terms.




And in other news, me and the french babtist girl are getting along... sorta... I don't want to kill her anymore... often...

Me and Jenn (girlfriend) are still together. Over a year and some months now.

Umm... stuff.... umm... yeah. Stuff.

Chains

Everyone lives in chains, and all the chains are the same. To eat, to breathe, to sleep, to drink, to dream. But we all have different weights. Some put on by ourselves. Drama, negligence, doing the wrong thing. Some are put by others. Beaurocracy, poverty with no escape, undeserved violence. And life has its own set of weights to set. But when it seems like you've removed all your weights, and have your chains positioned, when you realize all you did was move the weights to one side, and you end up with another problem. And then your brain kicks in, trying to help keep your spirits up and strut with your chain, or depressing you to sink and fail.

Why did I post this? I don't know. I made this blog for these various deep thoughts, and to write my poetry. Well, if you want poetry, comment or email (again, kealakalai@yahoo.com) and I'll EMAIL you a link, or I may request denied. Like my family, sorry, no poetry for you, (raspberry!!!)

Trips

I went to north east oregon from southern cali Saturday around 4:30 in the morn. Good trip, stoped in North Cali to see the little bro, then WHHHOOOOSSSHHH.... crawl up there in a camaro, blue tiger he is, and just got back... about an hour ago. It's one fourteen in the morn. I am glad, we went up to visit my Dad. (Grin) yeah. I missed him, and had fun. Met his roomie named Ed. He's cool, and kinda polite. Younger then my uncle keith, and my uncles twenty eight, but seems as old as my dad... not that my dad is old. Shutting up now.

Yeah, okay.


Okay, all. Now is the time for me to rant....
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Yeah, umm... I'm coming up with nothing. Well, if you want my view on things.... er.... Here. Go to Kalroy's Blog.
Except maybe the stuff having to do with nothing but his personal life, and probably.... weeeeeelll... I don't know. I'm just not up to the ranting and raving...
Pave France, because the british need more parking.
Well, who doesn't want Litte Green Footballs, and don't forget the padding.
Well, when your in a pinch, call Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer for your college needs.
Also, believe your local Rocket man or fear the martians.
All hail the Military Wife, for she knows... stuff.

And I am not going to Oklahoma (sorry sarah, I'm not going.) or Oregon, or norther Cali. But I may be going with friends for the first time on the 4th this year.
Not that family isn't friends... well, they aren't.

Quick Update, in a quick allowance of freedom to do so.

I... was AWOL at... between midnight and when I got home. So I'm in trouble, and they aren't sure exactly how to punish me. But I am in deep. Grounding at the most obvious punishment. I might have been able to lessen the punishment, but I can't talk about why I went out. Okay, also I have to go to... Gah, oklahoma. Humidity, and I am anti-social. And a long trip. But they need help moving, my grandparents. All the way to Oklahoma from California. Well, nights.

Keala A.K.A. Koala, Kalua, Mowgli, Arrowatch, K.

Baby

Well, yesterday was my day to get the electronic baby and take it home.
I did. And I did well, I think. I was diligint... Dilegent... umm... Watchful!,
Whenever it cried, I did what I was supposed to.
That is stick a key in it's back and turn, hold till it coo's. Ten-twenty long minutes... Sore fingers.
Now I get to return it. I haven't headed for school yet, I had some time and needed to post. So.
The funny thing is everyone says the baby is cute. I don't think so. I know it is the great deciever.
It woke me up so many times last night, also.

Political blah

Okay, viable news story. The prisoner abuse. That was bad, real bad, but bush opposition is placing the blame on them. Does anyone blame him when our prisoners in our jails are abused? Nope. This situation should be handled by punishing the guilty party, and their commanding officers investigated in relation to this. They should have paid attention to their grunts around prisoners. And the civ? Tried in an iraqi court. Because abusing your captured foe is worse then shooting him in the back.

And the cali issues: Can't please everyone.

And about the mars rovers... Anyone know anything new? Though the pepsi commercial is funny.

Will

So my friend in Virginia, his name is Will. Today's his birthday. At 11:45 in virginia, he's 19. He's a college student. Phi Mu Alpha member in college. He's a blogger at Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer, and he is interesting. Having a bad week, but cool.

Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: Destroy the Earth.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Love (Yes, it works)
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a famous actor/actress. This will cause the world to slaughter a sacred calf to appease the gods, amazed by your arrival. Who is this evil genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in battle armor?
Stage Two
Next, you must obliterate United Nations. This will all be done from a obsidian citadel, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will tremble, as countless hordes of ninjas hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must prepare your opening of the seven seals, bringing about something that's really metal. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare steal your woman. Everyone will bow before your mystical abilities, and the world will have no choice but to whisper your name in fear.

See, I told you I could do it. Now Cody West is no match for me. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! And you could be an conquerer too, ho-ie.

Phfle

Well, It's spring break. I'm going to post this one, no matter what. I've counted eleven times I've typed up something for my blog and decided I don't want to take the time to post. I've hit a wall of blah. I've no gusto for anything. The only things I've actually wanted to do lately was the Pajama Jam at school, and kaischa's failed saturday spring break celebration. That was fun for me, and a party flop. I've been neglecting to skim the forums, blogosphere, my e-mail, watch t.v., hesitant to play card/video/board/mind/anykind games. Infact, the closest to anything I want to do is be with Jenn, and walk/ride around town. My family doesn't trust me to walk, though there's nothing scarier and dangerous then me, and my bike is bro- wait, the back tire is flat. Broken isn't right, as it's been in a state of wreck for years. The gear shift broke years ago. And I can't visit Jenn, no matter how much it pains me. I'm stuck down here. And you know something is wrong when your typing and looking at the ceiling. I'm not even looking at the screen. My mind is racing, thoughts going in a blur. Something I read. Something I want. Someone I want to see, or talk to, or visit. My fingers are typing a second voice, not the one that is my mind, but a second, detatched voice. My mind. Since I went to tehachapi the first time, I have been able to think with both minds. The one that is me, from birth, the one who takes in and reacts. Then there is the one that see's it all, and looks at it. The one who I always relied on to see objectively. Without bias. And I've been ridiculed when I say I can see objectively. Too bad for them. But I've been unable to listen to this voice for just under a year. This town wears on it. Like a file on a bar. I could have withstood it, but Jenn is a catalyst for change. I see this from my mind. Hmm... I can see it with my mind. Odd, I haven't listened to it in a while. What changed all this may have been a recent depression. Oh well.

I'd give a penny for your thoughts, but I don't want to lose the time or money...