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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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...

I can't figure it out

Your here, when there are better places to be. Like outside. Or sleeping. Or playing games. Or at one of these places.

www.gryffilion.blogspot.com Great guy. He's cool.
www.mofunzone.com Games, Games, Games.
www.tryingtogrok.com Deffinitely a place to go, at least once. Very interesting.
www.rocketmanblog.com It's not like he's a rocket scientist... Oh, wait.
www.littlegreenfootballs.com LGF, for the truth of today.

Or you could dance and sing at the local town convention... NAKED!!! Just kidding.

Funly

Well, Yesterday, April Fourth, was Jenn, My girl friend, and mine one year anniversary. I'm so happy... That's all.

In True Tradition

Like all great news this year, it is quickly followed by bad news. So it isn't bad news outside the Dark Shrine. But still. It is to me, kinda. Nothing that directly affects the physical world. But Legato snapped, and out of the dust I was the leader. Not by choice, either... But it hasn't died yet, so I can't be too bad.

I must be going nuts.

All I want to do is post songs... Does that make me a loser? I doubt it.

Saliva- Always
I hear, a voice say "Don't be so blind"
It's telling me all these things, that you would probably hide
Am I, your one and only desire
Am I the reason you breathe, or am I the reason you cry

Always... always... always... always... always... always...
I just can't live without you

I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you
I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you

Done with you, done with you, done with you, done with you,done with you

I feel, like you don't want me around
I guess I'll pack all my things, I guess I'll see you around
Its all, been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door, all I can hear is the sound

Always... always... always... always... always... always...
I just can't live without you

I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you
I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you

I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you

I left my head around your heart
Why would you tear my world apart?

Always... always... always... always...

I see, the blood all over your hands
Does it make you feel, more like a man?
Was it all, just a part of your plan
The pistol's shaking in my hands and all I hear is the sound

I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you
I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you

I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you
I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude
I pick myself off the floor and now I'm done with you

Always... always... always...

Hmm.... Perhaps I should write out kitty cats and applesauce... Or not.

I'm so sad

Yesterday was my brother's birthday. It would seem like fun. It wasn't.

keala: Bye mom, I'm going to school now.
Mom: Okay, you have a nice day.
(keala- exit stage right)
(enter- keala, bewildered)
keala: Mom, where's the car?
Mom: What?
keala: Where's the car?
Long play short, the car was stolen. I go to school, regular day with one upside. There is one among you who know what I mean. And it isn't kaischa, you liar.

Come home, it was okay. We did the birthday thing, rasberry cheese cake. (ROCK ON!!!)

Then we get the call, after everything is done and I'm staring at the new lava lamp.
They found the car. A cop almost got the culprit. They were dismantleing it. Out in the hills. And it's broken up. Let's do a quick run down.

The motor was almost removed.
The turn signals were destroyed.
They removed one headlight to use as a spot light.
They removed the battery to use as a spotlight.
They jammed the trunk.
They dented, scratched, and trashed the body.
Now for things they stole.
Seat covers.
Stearing wheel covers
The back seat
My mom's purse and contents
The running hotdog dude antenna pole topper
The Speakers
The Stereo
Supernatural Cd, by Santanna
A quarter ( I want to curse it)
There are others, but I forgot.


More if I remember, which'll be later.

Sanity... relatively speaking

My last post may have left a few of you worried about my relative sanity. It's okay, I was seeing if the third person was actually as fun to use... it isn't...
So... if I were to grow a reptillian tail, what color would you suggest. I really want to, but can't till the Japanese get on it.

Wonder Falls

This girl under stress. Then a lion figure talked to her. Then her therapist's bronze monkey did. And she has this... well, I don't know. I'd talk more about it, but I'm not that far, and I'm done typing.

Out

Arrowatch has left the building. Arrowatch's mind isn't up to writing. Arrowatch is going slowly farther into insanity. Arrowatch's brains lurk below a wall of life Arrowatch is living. Arrowatch is refering to Arrowatch in the third person. It isn't so funny after all.

Monty Python...
"Alright, stop that, stop that. It's silly. Very silly indeed. Lets go to a cartoon."

Music Title Time

And the world's a faze,and the world's a stage. And the end is near

Well I like SmashMouth. And "When the morning comes" rocks. But does anyone believe me? Nope. Everyone makes mistakes, and revenge is best served as a side dish to forgiveness, hold the pain, suffering, and death. Well, maybe not pain, but deffinetly the others. But does anyone believe me? NOOOO.... Legato booted me from The Dark Shrine. With good reason. But now he shuns me, as do everyone else. I don't think I'll go back. But I still say most everyone should take a look in the shrine. But be prepared for a retraction of all past, present, and future endorsements. Legato left a newb in charge. Deffinite con. But it's an okay newb. Wash.

We don't need no education.

We don't need no thought control. Teachers, Leave those kids alone. Hey, Teacher, Leave those kids alone. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Because, all and all your just another brick in The Wall. Pink Floyd, everyone. Just so you knew. Five points to whomever knows what that songs about, ten to whomever can give me the original album, and fifteen for the lead singers first and last name. And twenty if you can name the movie Hells Company is working on.

Way outside the realm

Oh my. I now face a difficulty way beyond my realm of possibilities. Dancing. Ugh. But What's a nut to do? Nothing. And I plan on learning to play the guitar. Probably a lost cause, but hey, I learned to play two instruments. Kinda forgot, and started to learn piano (not so hard), but that isn't the point... right?

Shout out
Don't get a choice. I have to. Here goes.
Family - Hi family.
Jake, Wade, Robert, Joughey, and the HCTHNCW (Hot Chicks They Have No Chance With) that shot them all down. God Bless. The world would be scary if Wade got a girlfriend (He just can't settle down, it would shatter the mens willpower to be individuals) and the world would never forgive him. I sound Hipocritical.