Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Just watch...or not, either way Part Tre.

I had this discussion with Kip Delp and KMFP last night on the way to the Head Artichoke's house. This past week I spent every waking moment with my family, we would talk about old times, and when we got to my my grandparent's house, my dad and aunts started joking around about how bad they had it when they were kids. They had some pretty hilarious stories, they did a lot of stupid stuff and it ended with everyone understanding why they are the way they are now. Those stories got me to thinking about myself. While I was thinking I remembered something from my childhood that could maybe explain why some people would say I have a vulgar sense of humor, or why I listen to (Hed) P.E. Because I learned children's stories, such as the 3 little pigs, like this. Before this song I didn't know what the 3 little pigs were yet. So please take a listen, watch the video, tell me what you think.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Wrap It Up! (From Florida)

FFFFIIIINNNAAALLLLYYY the Florida part of my trip is done. I have to admit this last day was a good one. There wasn't a cloud in the sky on an 84 degree day, I sat by the pool, ate Taco Bell, drank beer, laid on a raft in the pool and played with my nephews. After all that it was dinner time. My aunt and mommy made Turkey dinner for christmas. We had christmas early since everyone is going to be in Florida, we are celebrating it again on actual Christmas day. I stuffed my face with turkey and mashed potatoes. I think when this trip is done I definitely need to hit the gym. Which is why next semester I am getting a membership at the fitness center at our school. Then I can show Kip Delp how to actually work out like a man, ha. We opened lots of presence, well my niece, nephews, sisters and brother-in-law did. I opened 3, two Polo shirts from my sisters and a card with money from my aunt and uncle. Tomorrow we are leaving for the airport at 9 and our plane leaves at 1130. I'm hoping to either fall asleep the whole way again, or at least finish my book I started when I got here. Hopefully Sunday goes by fast, Monday will because we are going to my grandma and grandpap's on my dad's side of the family to meet up with the Resh family which is always interesting because they always get into a fight with each other about Michigan and Ohio State because my dad hates Ohio State and he is the only one, or my dad, grandpap and cousin all get into a fight about Union workers since my dad is one but they all think the union is bullshit. Then we open presents and the older I get, the more it turns into just being cards with money, which I prefer these days over clothes I won't ever wear. The next day is christmas and we will open all the rest of the presents left for us and watch football and eat christmas dinner. Then once we digest it is back to the Mitten for us. Once I get home I am going to Meijer and purchasing a 30 rack of Red Dog beer and meeting up with the Scurvy Squad and getting hammered. Recovering the next morning, then hopefully getting hammered again, recovering Thursday, later going to B-Dubs for the Day Camp Christmas Reunion, then off to CHURCH to get drunk on $1 pitchers of PBR and 75 cent rum and cokes, puff one some blacks and dance like McBest on the dance floor. It is fixin' to be a great couple of days. Hopefully everyone is going to Church since it is JoJo's reunion, and Kevin's(if he goes) last trip to Church since he is leaving on the 2nd of January. MLA and KMFP, if you guys read this, I expect you guys to be there since it is such a special occasion. The Scurvy Squad will be reunited at Church and the last time that happened, we did not disappoint. So anyone who reads this, you are invited. Come with us, get drunk on cheap beer, make asses of yourself, have fun with camp friends, let loose and just throw all your cares away. That is what Church is all about. If I don't update this before Tuesday, Merry Christmas to all! To those who don't celebrate it, have a Fair Dinkum holiday season.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"Mm, Florida. Just think somewhere in this state right now Jeb Bush is eating a live puppy."-Stewart Gilligan Griffin

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Finally a night to myself.

Finally I get a night alone in the house. My parents went to the casino with my aunt and uncle, my sisters and the children went home to West Palm Beach for the night. Both groups gave me the option to come with them, my mom even offered me 50 dollars to gamble with, surprisingly I turned it down because this has been the most frustrating "vacation" I have ever been on. To me a vacation is a time to relax and do whatever you want when you want. To my family it is a chance to make plans without asking others first and get mad when no one wants to do it, have to eat my aunts terrible cooking then just bitch about it later when she isn't around (I agree, the cooking sucks and I wouldn't say it to her face either because she loves cooking). Vacations to Florida to my sisters is a chance to pawn their kids off to me and my parents and claim it is because we never get to see them. My parents and I share the time with them equally, when my parents get sick of them they are pawned off onto me, when I get sick of them and try to pawn them off on someone else, I'm being a "bad uncle." It's really frustrating. Today I woke up and it was pouring down rain and I thought to myself, great a day stuck in the house, I will have no where to hide. Thankfully it is Florida so the next minute the sun comes out. I sneak out of the house with my iPod and go for a walk, a long walk around the neighborhood, look at the houses, since my aunt lives on the water, I walk along the canal and just take that time to unwind and think. On top of that, my sisters continue to try to get me to move down here with them. My sister talked to some guy that offered to train me and give me a job with his company. I'm not sure the exact amount but I know it pays well. I once again declined them. I know it sounds like a dream to some people to live in Florida and always be warm. But I love Michigan. I love the variety. To me, places like Florida is somewhere you go for a vacation, I can't really see me calling a place like this home. I can see myself living in a big city, or in a place like I live now. I wouldn't be able to accept anything that is the same everyday. Like if I lived up north in the country, it would be the same old boring thing everyday because nothing would be around. If I lived in Florida, I would have no snow, no real winter time. I love snow, I love changing seasons and actually being able to notice they've changed. Amongst all of this frustration, boredom, and time to think, I have had time to think about my new years resolution. I have decided I'm going to have a few. First, I'm going to start working out again and working on my appearance. Second I'm going to start concentrating on school and working more. I mean I haven't been really slacking in school, but I certainly haven't been honor roll material. I'm also going to start being more open towards people and stop being so shy. Small steps to improve my life I guess you could say, lets see how long it lasts this year, ha.

Well I can't wait to get back to Michigan and hang out with all of my friends again. I come home Christmas night and have already made plans to get hammered somewhere with McBest and Dump that night. So if anyone else has anything going on that night and would like the 3 of us to join (who wouldn't?) then just let me know. Merry Christmas to everyone.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

Monday, December 17, 2007

Oh-Eh




This is about as good as you can get for a still image. I told you I would teach the little ones Oh-Eh, this one is so talented he can do it on my shoulders! The other one was sleeping. So for now, all you get is little Ryan Reyes doing Oh-Eh with his Tio.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

Friday, December 14, 2007

Free drinks...who am I to argue?

So tonight I decide to come home a day early to go to Church with McBest, Daddy, Carl, and his friend Jason from Australia. When we get there Daddy knows some girl so we sit with them. This guy is a douche bag, the kind that is entertaining to watch. He is a "ghetto" white kid with rich parents who sings and "dances" to every rap song that comes on. This should be a "what grinds my gears" session, but I just don't have the energy. Anyway, this douche gets kicked out(thankfully), so I don't have to see him butcher every dance and listen to him butcher every song anymore. So...we leave church around 1 am, head to the cantina to see Dean and Gilmore. We get there and McBest and I dominate for baskets of chips and salsa in about 10 minutes. Order some drinks, watch some trashy girls dance to Souljah Boy, and have a merry time drinking our beers. It's about closing time and the waitress comes to tell us she messed up. I'm thinking "Oh no" but really should be thinking "Oh yea!" because she put out drinks on the tab of some gentlemen at the bar that we don't know, and didn't notice the extra drinks on his tab and just paid and left, so we drank for free, yippee. We then go to McDonald's for some cheeseburgers. McBest buys me a burger because I bought him a pitcher at Church. I order a milkshake because it sounds amazing. The only thing more amazing to me than a milk shake is Dr. Pepper. The manager comes to me and says "I'm sorry sir we forgot out milkshake machine is down, so we will give you your money back(I'm bummed at this point), but we will give you a free large drink(Yay! Happy again.) So tonight I got lots of free drinks, some alcoholic, some non, either way I'm happy. Well that is my night, hope everyone else's was just as great. Goodnight.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


"I'm a fair dinkum bloke!"-Jesse McBest

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Let me stand next to your fire.

Well, I have to say, quite a few interesting things happened this week/weekend, some I can't even say in the blog world for other peoples sake, ha. For starters Thursday I went to Flint to go to Church but first made a stop by KMFP's house to eat my pizza and watch Superbad. So I get there and watch it with her, eat my entire pizza minus the one piece she had. Once my pizza is done, her mother, LMFP, has made stir fry for dinner. She offers me a bowl and I politely decline because I just ate a large pizza. Somehow I'm convinced the pizza wasn't enough, So KMFP fills me up a couple bowls of stir fry, it was yummy. We go to Church for Kevin's birthday, there is about 10 of us, Poof Cat included. We get the big round table, and immediately Kit decides we should play thumper. We play thumper for about an hour, and I must say, watching Poof Cat make signs for eating vagina, motorboating it, twisting nipples, etc. is quite hilarious. Well, yatta yatta yatta we get drunk, KMFP takes us back to her house, her, MLA, and I watch Superbad again, then pass out. The next morning/afternoon we go to Taboon. It was ok except when I noticed a hair on MLA's bread and KMFP tried to grab it off and we realized it was baked into the bread, ha. Ok, now onto the exciting night. Friday, McBest and I make our usual trip to MSU to party. Immediately we jump on the beer pong table and dominate (when I say dominate I mean we won, but McBest airballed 45/50 shots he took and I had to carry the team) either way we dominated for about 5 or 6 games until someone who lives there cheated and tried to claim house rules won him the game, but we won't get into that. I'm out on the porch with McBest, I'm smoking a Black & Mild, him a blade. There are a couple more people out there smoking blades. I finish my Black and go inside. Em Len says "Hey, what's that smell?" As she says that, I see smoke rising right in front of my eyes. I look down, my fucking sweatshirt is on fire, my favorite sweatshirt. I'm fucking on fire. No, I do not stop, drop, and roll. I put it out with my hands, and there is a fucking giant hole all the way through the pocket of my sweatshirt, and the actual sweatshirt. I've come to the conclusion that some idiot flick their cigarette and it landed in my pocket without me noticing, and burned it's way through, catching me on fire. I mean honestly, who catches on fire at a party? Naturally, I was a little upset my favorite sweatshirt got burned. So, I go back out to the porch with McBest for another Black & Mild. Then as we are out there, this annoying heavy set girl that has for some reason been on my case all night comes outside with these two guys she is with. They start smoking cigarettes, and they think it is funny to poor a little salt on the wound and start ragging on me about my sweatshirt. It's not like I was in a bad mood or anything, just a little bummed about the shirt, so I just give them an old fashioned smart ass remark that anyone who knows me knows I like to give them. Well apparently sarcasm is not a favorite of the two "tough guys" and Roseanne. So one of them says to me "OH, fucking tough guy smoking a cigar...WITH A FILTER!" Ok, now, it starts to get to me, but I think to myself, these guys are a bit smaller than me, I know there is two of them, but still, they're smaller than me. Also, alcohol is the courage medicine so it makes people think they are a bit tougher and bigger than they are. I'm not a jerk or anything so I still just leave it alone. Then they keep going on and going on saying Black & Milds are for girls and are saying I'm a girl and really, I just wanted them to shut the hell up and go inside of something. WIth no intention of fighting or being a bully I get quite loud and say "Look bitch, you're smoking a cigarette, cigarETTE! I'm smoking a cigar, you are smoking a cigarETTE, ETTE means it is the female version, like smurfs, and smurfette (yes I actually said that) So YOU guys are the bitches, YOU guys are the girls. YOU have a filter on you cigarETTE! You little bitch." Then I notice a beer cup on the railing, filled to the to with beer, so I smack it off the railing and into the grass. "Dude that was my beer" says tough guy #1. "I didn't see your fucking name on it, did I?" I reply loudly. He doesn't reply, and they retreat inside. The next morning, McBest tells me I intimidated the hell out of the 2 kids, I felt bad at first, but I'm over it. For those of you reading this that smoke cigarettes, I don't think your girls, it was just the first thing that popped into my head to yell at those guys. Also, no I'm not a bully, I am definitely not one of those people that goes to parties and starts stuff with people, like I said, they instigated it, I tried to ignore it, but I can only handle so much, plus I just wanted them to go inside. I had no intentions in engaging in fisticuffs. After that all happened, McBest left with some girl, I passed out on the couch watching the remaining to guests battle it out in guitar hero, experienced one of the roommates yell at them for being so loud while playing guitar hero since he had to get up early the next morning and graduate from college, I'd say he was understandably upset. Morning rolled in, I went and picked up McBest and headed on back to the A-Deuce. That's all folks.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.”-Jimi Hendrix

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Insomnia

For the past month I absolutely CANNOT get to sleep before 3 am, last night it was 4:15 am. Even when I have to getting up for class after only a couple hours of sleep, not taking any naps during the day, I still can't get to sleep. It's ridiculous. I'm so damn bored at night. There is nothing on T.V. but infomercials and re-runs of shows I watched earlier in the day. I'm so bored that tonight, actually at this very moment, I am sitting in the dark with the glow from my laptop being my only light, by myself, listening to Johnny Cash. How depressing. I just have so many thing I my mind that I need to get off. Luckily tomorrow I'm going back to Flint to go to Church with McBest, Daddy and Co. Then Friday going to Michigan State to party at Em Len's and C-Dow's apartment. Hopefully this weekend relieves some stress so I can actually go to sleep at a proper hour when I need to. Thankfully I leave for Florida in 9 days. I really can't wait to be in a stress-free atmosphere.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“if you have the opportunity to play this game of life you need to appreciate every moment. a lot of people don`t appreciate the moment until it`s passed”-Kanye West

Monday, December 3, 2007

Great pick-up line I heard on T.V.

"Is your name sneeze? Because God blessed you."

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

Fun new retarded activity for when I'm bored...

Not only is my memory foam cover on my bed the most comfortable thing you will ever sleep on, I realized something new and kind of fun when you're really really really bored. I was watching T.V. and when scrubs was over I pressed my face on the foam, released it really fast, and an impression of the face I was making stayed in the foam for about 5-10 seconds after I took it off. It's pretty entertaining...ha.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

What really grinds my gears....Session 2.

You know what really grinds my gears? This new movie coming out "Walk Tall: The Dewy Cox Story" or something like that. First of all it is made with the sidekick from the unfunny comedy "Talladega Night: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby." You know, the guy who had the catch phrase "Shake and Bake" that was funny the first time he said it, but the next 249 times he said it you were just like, why does he keep saying that? Yea, that guy. He wasn't funny as a sidekick, what makes you think he'll be funny starring in a movie. Second of all, this one really gets me, it is a spoof on one of my favorite movies of all time "Walk the Line." Based on one of my favorite musicians, the late Johnny Cash. It seems a bit disrespectful to spoof the life of one of the most respected country musicians of all time, especially since he is dead. Also, Walk the Line was a true story so how can you spoof a true story? I don't get it. It's fucked up. Yes, I'm probably only mad about this because I'm a huge Johnny Cash fan and it was one of my favorite movies, but oh well, it's still ssscccchhhtttoooopid.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El



“Success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money.”-Johnny Cash

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Well, well, well...

Looks like Ohio State is going back to the BCS National Championship once again...where's Michigan? Motor City Bowl or something?

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Ideas....

So last night playing Wii with Griggs and my roommates we came up with an idea. What if Nintendo made a version of Wii sports for college students? Including Beer Pong, Quarter Bounce, Flip Cup, Darts and so on. Yea it doesn't go along with the usual child friendly Nintendo natuer, but oh well, they can make it for adults only. I think that would be awesome.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

For the Head Artichoke.

It was a long time ago, well not really, but in the the Artichoke land it was. The Head Artichoke stated his enjoyment for drunk posts. So here you go. I know what you're thinking, his grammar and spelling is way too good for being drunk, well, I review, spell check, and all that crap to make sure my shit is good. Yea, see? I said shit is good, that isn't good grammar now is it? MAMA! HOW THEM TATERS DOIN'! Ha, you know. Well anyway, on a more civilized NON-piece of hick-cow-shit-golddiggin'-onlywithherbecausesheisdominatinginthesack-note, I'm drunk. I find myself most interesting and opinionative about the scum of the earth when I've been drinking. Now, today MLA IMed me with great excitement.

"MLA: Today I met a guy who went to Camp Copneconic AS A CAMPER
MLA: An older guy. He works in the lib
Me: that's odd
Me: haha
MLA: I know, random
MLA: It's weird to think that we have alumni"

So I ask her the question, what are we? Are we considered alumni even though we didn't go there? But we worked there? Is that considered alumni? But my exact question was, what are we? Are we considered former puppets? I guess puppets isn't the best word to describe us because we did have a mind of our own, which I believe birthed the blog community and caused us to no longer be working there. Not to say those who still work there don't have a mind of their own. Trust me, I know Daddy has a mind of their own, and I've been invited into the mind of McBest, trust me, you don't want to be there, creepy, ha! So if we weren't puppets, and everyone knows we weren't respected employees, what were we? If you could come up with a name for it, I'd like to hear it. MLA seemed to think former puppets was hilarious, I believe her response was, and I quote "hahahahahahaha." I think this post should earn a comment from the Head Artichoke as I think he would give the wisest answer, but still I would love everyone elses' answer, this is a serious question. What the fuck are we? Or were we? I guess besides former puppets we could call ourselves "Avengers for the Youth." That is because during O.E. as well at Summer Camp, we put up with the shit, but we pushed it aside. We pushed it aside as the "Douche Bags...I mean, Powers Above" made our lives miserable and made it so the children had the best possible experience as they could. I guess you could sort of consider us as heroes. Yes? No? I mean yea in our personal lives we didn't exactly lead the lifestyle of a hero, but when the time came and when it really counted, we were all we could be, the best we could be. So why not consider us heroes? My definition of a hero(not meaning to step on any toes)is a person who sets aside all of their personal differences to make sure that other, those that need it most, get what they need. I feel like that is what we did. Whether it was scheduling people on classes they had no idea how to teach, scheduling someone on the same boring ass class all week, or even scheduling way too many horse rides and over working both the ranch staff and the horses. WE STUCK IT OUT! We did our best to teach classes we had no idea about. No we didn't make up bullshit and lie like they wanted us to in order to sound smart, we said what we knew and improvised from there. No we didn't slack off on boring classes we have been teaching all day and hated, we gave 100-fucking-% every class all day. No they didn't show the kids that they were aggravated and frustrated about overworking them and not getting paid extra for it while other employees got offered extra to "help them out" and no they didn't let the kids know the horses were being overworked. WE ALL STUCK IT OUT FOR THE KIDS. We made those fucking powers above look good! But luckily they took us to a shit ass discount family restaurant that gave everyone gas to make us feel appreciated! Thank you, if it wasn't for that, I would have felt unnoticed! You guys are awesome. But on a serious note, everyone who ever worked O.E., whether it be all season or just a few weeks after you got done with school like some people did, and those who worked this summer(mission team anyway) or any summer, you guys are heroes in my book, and I am really happy people like you are still around. If it wasn't for people like you, well I guess I can say us, life wouldn't be the same and the future would be fucked. So thank you guys, all of you. Also, thanks for being the best friend I hate ever had. Head Artichoke, this was the best post I could come up with, it came from the heart, and the drunken mind, so I hope you enjoy it. I hope everyone enjoys it. Also, please answer my question that was asked way earlier in the post, everyone who reads this, EVERYONE! EVEN YOU!!!!!

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"When you can't do much, do what you can."-I forgot

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Seriously, shut the hell up.

So there is this girl and she is friends with my roommates. I have posted about her previously, you know, the drunk angry racist girl? Well, when I first met her, I could tolerate her, I didn't like her, but could tolerate her. Now that I actually live here and see her like 4 times a week because she is always over here, I CANNOT STAND HER. She has a nails on chalk board, no no, nails on chalkboard mixed with torchering a walrus voice. It is terrible, not to mention loud. When I'm in my room with my door closed I can't hear my roommates when they are in the living room, maybe an occasional loud outburst of laughter. But when she is here, it is like she is fucking sitting next to me talking. All I can here is "BLAH BLAH BLAH I'M A WHORE" silent pause(I imagine this is when my roommates respond) "BLAH BLAH BLAH WHY WON'T HE DIVORCE HIS WIFE FOR ME, LIKE I MEAN I SUCK HIS DICK AND PUT OUT WHENEVER HE WANTS, I MEAN SURE HE WALKED IN ON MY BOYFRIEND AND ME BUT WHAT THE FUCK?" silent pause.."BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING SLUTTY BLAH FUCKING BLAH". AH! I can't stand her. She is the most annoying, least respectable person I have ever met. Plus she is racist and I have had to chew her out for being racist towards Dump on seperate occasions. Seriously, I love living here, but it is small things like her that make me want to rip my hair out, scream, and move. If anyone else knows someone like this, maybe we can start a club? eh? eh?

On a lighter note, seeing as how I haven't got my haircut since my birthday haircut/accident, which was a little over 3 months ago, it is getting a little on the shaggy side. Also, to MLA's enjoyment, because of that birthday haircut, without touching it, my hair decided to grow itself a rat tail, which I quickly cut off because, well, it was a rat tail. My hair is back to about the length it was a year in high school, so of course the Frodo comments have started coming out again(No Kit, not Bilbo, FRODO) not because I look like a hobbit, just because my whole life I've been told I look like Elijah Wood. With that note, I'm thinking I will go get a haircut this weekend, maybe, maybe not, we'll see.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"I'm just sayin', hey Mona Lisa, come home you know you can't Rome without Caesar"-Kanye West

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

AAAAWWWWW here it goes....

So instead of going out with my roommates to drink tonight, I stayed in to do homework. Well, I'm done already so I'm bored. Flipping through the channels I notice one of my favorite T.V. shows growing up. Kenan & Kel. What else could this show ask for? It took the two best "All That" characters, gave them there own show, came up with non-everyday scenarios and essentially made gold. For anyone who doesn't know what this show is, I'm sorry but you are SSSSSSSCCCCCHHHHHTTTTOOOOOPID! Also, if you haven't seen it before, its as far as I know at 11 pm on "The N" television network. I suggest you watch it. Also, watching everyone on this show act has made me realize, if you have done a campfire at camp successfully, you can act on Nickelodeon. So long everyone, off to Hollywood for me. Ha.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

P.S. The theme song is performed by none other than Coolio...come on now, COOLIO!

"AAAAAAWWWWW here it goes!"-Kel Mitchell at the beginning and end of every episode.

To all WCC students!

I'm sure this was already obvious, but not to me. When you walk down the stairs in buildings, DO NOT put your hand on the rails. I was walking down them today with my hand on the rail and my fingers kept going over grooves on the wood, so I just thought they were just that, grooves on the wood. Nope, dozens of pieces of ABC gum. Fucking sick, people are sick. That is my word of advice for the day. Just thought I would let you know while I sit here in the student center listening to the nerds in the booth next to me get all hot and bothered of Magic the Gathering and WoW, they make me proud to have a life.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

Monday, November 26, 2007

Videos, videos, VIDEOS!!

This first video, I think the song is hilarious, I guess the pictures add to it a little bit. I'd say this pretty much puts America in a nutshell, for those who have also watched the movie, I already know you like it.



This next one is for the Michigan fans reading my blog, This one was brought to me by my summer Mentee, Matt Haas. Watch the whole thing, the song is quite hilarious.

Friday, November 23, 2007

My Mid-Week Weekend

Everyday since my thanksgiving vacation started, I ended up drinking. Friday at Em Leon's with Em Law, Kit and McBest, then saturday morning and throughout the day, then at night when i got back to GB. I go back to school Sunday, then my roommates are there and drinking, so I join in. Monday, the bar, Tuesday kegger at our apartment. I'll get to that later. Now Wednesday I was hung over all day and I had intention to drink although it was the biggest bar night of the year. I just played Halo 3 with Gallagher all night then we home around 1. I get home and just in bed and my roommates and some guests come in hammered, wake me up and then made me, yes made me, play beer pong. Then last night, beer pong once again after all Thanksgiving festivities. I think I need to start exercising, ha.

Ok, the kegger at our place Tuesday. I was actually worried throughout the day that it wasn't going to live up to my expectations because we couldn't get a hold of anyone on the phone and got a bunch of maybes. We got the keg anyway and said fuck it, no one comes, more beer for us. Well, people came, more than I expected, and it was fun. Needless to say, we played beer pong. My roommate and I dominated the table, of course. MLA was there and she wore "Daddy Pants" as we call it. They were Daddy's sweat pants from college. Ha, she wore grey sweat pants, a white-T and moccasins, classic. The night just went on and we all had fun and drank and played pong, then the keg finished, we needed more beer, I will NOT be getting into that story so don't even worry about it, ha. We got more beer and started playing more, as people started filtering out around 1 am, KMFP filters in, and the party restarts. I guess I have a tendency of getting people way to drunk when they first get there when they come late, because I did it to someone else before, and that night I did it to KMFP. She was real drunk, and it you see the pictures on facebook if she ever puts them up, you will see just how hammered she is. She bit my face at one point, and kept pooring beer on everyone like they were hoes in a Snoop Dogg video or something. Then night then moved to the point where MLA and KMFP each do a beer bong in my room. the only problem is, the beer pong is 10 ft. long, so the funnel was at one corner of my room, and the end of the tube was at the opposite corner, again, pictures, it's quite funny. After that MLA and KMFP disappeared for a while and I got bored and passed out because they were gone for a solid hour and I was hammered andit was like 4 am. That's the end of my story. OH! also, apparently I pulled a Michael Jackson with his baby incident, because MLA insists I lifted her and dangled her over the balcony. All I did was pick her up, my back was against the railing, ha.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Home for the Holiday!

Today I came home for some good ol' Thanksgiving dinner, possibly my favorite meal of all time. Watching the Lions get whooped on today I was disappointed, then they started to rally a comeback, but then fell short so I was again disappointed. Even though they lost, I still found some things today that I am thankful for. For starters, my family, well because I love them. Two, I get to go to Florida in a couple of weeks for Christmas to visit my sisters, nieces and nephews. In case anyone was wondering, yes, I do plan on teaching my nephews, possibly my niece depending on how far her talking has come along, the Oh-Eh. I will get pictures and post them on here, don't worry. Something else I'm very thankful for are my friends. Most especially my camp friends. Such as MLA, KMFP, Dump, McBest, Daddy, Kit, Gallagher, the girl he calls Yank, many more. Even the one most people think I shouldn't be thankful for anymore or appreciate. Well, if you know me, I still am thankful, and I still do appreciate. I'm also thankful that one of my best friends from childhood, David, is back on leave from Iraq and I get to hang out with him tomorrow. Unfortunately, he is going back for a couple more years, starting Saturday. I'll miss him of course and be worried, but hey, he is doing what he wants. I've known this guy since I was about 5 and ever since I've known him he has been obsessed with the army. Everytime we would go over his house he would dress up in camo and want to play army, a majority of halloweens he would go as a soldier. I know people always in their childhood say they want to be a pro athlete, or an actor, or president when they grow up. That never happens. But with him, it did, he always said he wanted to be in the army, and he stuck with it. For that I am proud of him. I don't support the war or anything it stands for, but I will sure as hell support my friend when he is over there. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


"I never say never, because I don't want to be one of those guys."-Bob Seger

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Brand Spankin' New Post!

I realized last night that bars are good for more than just getting drunk and playing pool and stuff. You learn quite a few things. For starters "Rockstar" by nickelback is quite possibly one of the top 5 terrible songs in history. On the otherside "Don't Stop Believin'" is one of the top 5 best songs in history. Also, I'm pretty shitty at pool, I have my moments, but not too great. Also, if anyone remembers the racist girl who is friends with my roommates and started stuff with Dump a while back, I learned a lot about her last night. Not in a good way. I heard such quotes come from her mouth as "If he wants me to break up with my boyfriend of a year and a half and HE isn't going to dump his girlfriend of 3 months, then that is bullshit" and (talking about another guy) "I can't believe him, he always just comes over and has fun and stuff with me having sex and shit, then just leaves me to go home to his wife, what an asshole!" HOW ARE MY ROOMMATES FRIENDS WITH THIS GIRL. I've known them for a long time and they are not that way, and this girl only causes problems everytime she comes over because she is a racist slut with terrible anger management issues. I don't get it. This weekend was quite a good one. Friday Em Leon and C-Dow had a kegger at their place and I have to say it was great times. We all know McBest had a great time, he made out with a girl and got her number, then woke up later from a dead sleep to get up and attempt to pee on their windows in the living room. Good thing we and MLA were watching T.V. and I realized once I heard the zipper what exactly he was planning on doing. Then we wake up around 10 am to get to Evan's tailgate. McBest rolled his ankle somehow and was still really drunk so he didn't want too go so we went just Kit, MLA, Em Leon, and I. We met Haas at Evan's tailgate, bonged a couple beers, hugged Evan, cooked burgers and ate cheese balls then went to taco bell. Good Times. Get back to the apartment and played some more beer pong against C-Dow and Nikki because there was still a bit of beer in the keg. Oh also. We watched the Buckeyes of Ohio State not only beat the Michigan Wolverines in the Big House, but hold the to 91 yards of total offense in the Big house while OSU running back Beanie Wells had 222 yards by himself with Michigan's collective team could only gain 91, pathetic. Welp, that about sums up my weekend and Monday. Nothing too great but I figured since I haven't posted in here in a while I was over due. So enjoy my life. Oh, also we are having a kegger here at my place tonight so that should hopefully result in something worth posting on here. If anyone in the AA area reads this by tonight and wants to come just let me know! It shall be a great time.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“So many of our DREAMS at first seem Impossible, then they seem Improbable, and then when we Summon the Will, they soon become Inevitable.”-Christopher Reeve

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Sometimes I even amaze myself

I think this is a post that MLA will appreciate because, well, she knows the story already. I had a paper due on Tuesday, 6 pages, requiring a semesters worth of research on the world's overuse of oil. I forgot the paper was due on Tuesday, so I was rather surprised when I got to class and she was collecting them. She came to me and asked me if I had my paper. Now for some reason my teacher has this unbelievable faith in me and thinks I am the greatest writer she has ever taught. She has told me many times, it's ok Adam, I've seen your work, I trust you to get me an A quality assignment in, just take your time. So of course when she asked me I was honest with him and said No, I don't have my paper. She just smiled and said OK. Now my plan was to go to the library yesterday to work on it after I got out of class but when I got out of class I couldn't be bother to do anything for the rest of the day so I just went home and Dump came over and I gave him a whoopin in Madden as usual. Then my plan was to just wake up a few hours earlier this morning and come to class early to get my paper done. Well my roommates convinced me and Dump to play beer pong last night (we dominated and went 4-1 by the way) so needless to say we got pretty drunk. So I had my alarm set for 8 am, alarm rings, I don't want to get up. 9 am rolls around, I get up and take a shower, leave my apartment at 930, my class is at 11. I get here and rush to the computer lab where my class takes place, and there is another class in there so I can't go in early, I figure I'm screwed and contemplate skipping class. Dump says, well lets just go to the library. We go, get a computer and none of them have word, what the fuck? So we go upstairs to the computer lab in the library and finally get a computer that has word. It is now 10 am, I have an hour. So I put my iPod on so some (Hed) P.E. and start churning out the greatest paper ever imagined. I did a semesters worth of research and typed it into 6 pages in less than an hour. Let me just say, it's an A paper! So MLA, I reclaim my crown as the king of procrastination, I guess you can be the queen of procrastination since you're a girl, but still, I'm the best.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.”-Christopher Reeve

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

MLA, this is for you...enjoy!

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Welp, I'm an idiot!

Atleast when I am drunk anyway. Yesterday in class, Kit comes to me and suggests we get drunk and play Halo that night. Then I suggest we make it into a drinking game, we both agree. Seeing as our class is a joke, I just take that time to write up some rules. Needless to say, my rules got us all fucked up. So Kip, Gallagher, and Superman Artichoke are playing and decided we are hungry. Someone yells, "NOT GETTING DOMINOS" so we all put our fingers on our noses, being drunk we can't decide who lost so we kept redoing it until they realized their are frozen pizzas in the freezer. I lost the nose game on that one but didn't care because I was hungry as hell so I got up and put it into the oven. After playing a couple of games we go to get the pizza out. I'm taking it out of the oven with my oven mit, Kit says something funny(for once) so I start laughing and the pizza slips off of the tray and I decide it would be a good idea to try to catch it with the tray, using both hands. Of course my left hand didn't have an oven mit on it. Being drunk, it takes me about 10 seconds with a 400 degree pan in my hand to realize I am in terrible pain. So I throw the pan down, they are all in the way of the sink so I turn around and grab Milo Jr's "bad kitty" spray bottle and start spraying the shit out of my hand, while screaming because I am drunk. Finally get to the sink and just sit with my hand under running water, I can hear them playing Halo again so I got bored and decided to just grab an ice cube from the freezer and just hold onto it while I play. That didn't work because everytime I let go of the ice cube I would play for 10 seconds then it would start to burn like hell again. Wasn't a good night. Driving home sucked without ice or a cup of water, luckily holding my hand out the window worked. As I woke up today, I noticed the giant blisters have finally appeared on every single one of my left hand fingers. That ladies and gentlemen is why I am an idiot.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.”-Jimi Hendrix

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Big Game.

The big game is this weekend. My Ohio State Buckeyes vs. Michigan Wolverines. I'm not going to talk trash, because Michigan isn't a bad team. I know there is a chance they could upset Ohio State. But I just don't think it is going to happen. Here is why. Michigan is TERRIBLE when it comes to defending against a quarterback that can run, and although he isn't known for it, OSU QB Toddy B. showed that he can and will run when he needs to. So watch out Michigan D. Now, Michigan's offense against OSU's defense. Chad Henne is not expected to play as far as I know, so they are in trouble there. Mike Hart I admit is a beast, but then again so is OSU's defense. Led by Middle Linebacker James Laurinaitis. For those of you who don't know who he is, maybe you would better know him as Former WWF Tag Team Champion Road Warrior Animal's son. That alone should tell you he is actually an animal. Now onto their receivers, well receiver, Mario Manningham. He is good, but who is going to throw to him? Is Michigan's backup QB going to be able to handle the pressure of the Buckeye defense? I don't think so, but who knows? I'm no expert. That, my friends, is all I'm going to say on the game. I'm not going to talk trash, just state facts and opinions. Although I am ready to embrace all the trash talk by Michigan fans during the game, and IF OSU loses, I won't retaliate. Good luck and GO BUCKS!

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”-Jimi Hendrix

Parents

My parents were/are great. They love me, always have. Always wanted what was best for me and provided a good life for me. Supported me through the good times, and especially through the bad times. But, unfortunately I've never been very close to them. I have never been the type of person to sit down with them and talk about my feelings, what I did in school, or when cool/bad things happen to me. I don't know why, it's not that I hate my parents or anything, I love them. It just wasn't me. I think it is time I changed that. I finally moved away so I don't see them everyday like I used to, now it's once a week if I'm lucky. So I definitely think it is time to grow up, have grown up conversations with my parents and not only look at them as just parents, but as friends. Because even though I didn't talk to them much when I was home, now that I'm gone, I miss them. I'm 21 now, I can go home and have a beer with my dad and watch the Lions, yell at the T.V. with him. I've done it with other peoples' dads, why not do it with my own dad? It's time I invite my parents out to dinner, yea they'll be paying for it, but hey atleast they will then know I want to go out with them. I should call them once in a while, tell them how my day or week went, tell them how school is going, even tell them I love them. I feel like it will change me for the better, and if anyone reading this is the way I used to be, I strongly suggest you follow my lead and do the same with your parents. It will make you feel better.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El



“I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to”-Jimi Hendrix

Hypocrites

Fuck them! I hate hypocrites. The world would be a lot better place if they didn't exsist. Don't say something and critisize someone for what they say or do, then turn around and do the same thing or say the same thing. It's fucking stupid. Fuck you. Fuck every hypocrite in the world. Fuck everything you all stand for. You guys fucking suck. Assholes. Go to Hell!

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

“Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this.”-Johnny Cash

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sunday Night Boredom

While my weekend started fun and kept going strong, it is ending on quite the boring note. The Colts and Chargers are playing tonight so I figured I would watch this tonight while laying in bed and enjoy myself. The game is boring, the chargers are winning 23-7 at halftime, lets hope the second half is better. Family Guy was hilarious tonight so thank god for that. This morning I woke up in MLAs dorm room and laid around for about an hour until we all decided to go to Denny's for breakfast at 1 in the afternoon. We got there and got a table right away. It took forever to get our food and when it finally came, MLA didn't get the right order AND she left without giving us silverware so we had to wait another 5 minutes to eat while our food was sitting in front of us. I ordered a cherry coke and it was the self made cherry coke, which I hate. I'm so bored tonight that I have found myself watching a show I learned about on a trip to Albion, John and Kate plus 8. This show is ridiculous. They have 8 kids and the whole show is just them going through a normal day. It sounds boring, but it is actually quite entertaining. The lady had sextuplets (sp?) and they show her stomach and it is freakin huge, HUGE. I don't know why I am so entertained by this show, it is just them doing normal things, but spazzing out and being miserable because they have 8 half asian half white kids running around and the oldest one is like 6 or 7 or something. I don't know how the hell they do that. I don't get how they can be happy, they just spend the whole show arguing, yelling at kids, and complaining. Hopefully they get paid a lot. Last night at Albion I saw something I thought, and hoped, I would never see in my life. Two freshmen running around the basement through a crowd of drunk people wearing nothing but strategically placed trucker hats. They lost at beer pong by 7 cups, I guess that is the penalty. Peyton Manning just threw his 5th interception, I'm excited, Dump is probably crying somewhere as I type this though. It's been a rough week or so, I've had a lot of thinking to do about stuff, a lot of stuff on my mind. I feel like it is close to being done, hopefully anyway. Well, that is all I have for tonight I think, if not, maybe I'll post more later. Sorry it wasn't more interesting.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"Life's a garden, dig it!"-Joe Dirt

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Drunk in Albion

Now I admit I had a good time, but, I also admit that an Albion time isnt a great time without the legendary Daddy to show me the sites, but MLA did a great job. Now I had a good time, but also realzed I would not fit in at Albion, well atleast not with the Sigma Nu's, because well, that just isnt me. Maybe I could be an ATO like Daddy, eh, not sure I could live up to that. Anyway, my weekend has been pretty spectacular, MLA came to A2 to hang out and have some beers, as well as Simon from the ranch, he came by to get his ass whooping in Madden, and yes he beat me in fight night, but those were pitty wins. Also, once he got there, i loaded him with shots because, well, thats is how we do it at River Rain. Kit also stopped by, just for about an hour but his presence was still appreciated at the event. MLA and I ran the beer pong the beer pong table going a staggering 3-0(only staggering because MLA doesn't play much but did a good job). Then we went for some late night Taco Bell which is always delicious. Yes, Ohio State lost today, everybody celebrate at my expense. Yes I was upset, but hey, cant win them all can you? Now, onto my next topic. Because of my lovely site tracker and because people are so talkative when they are drunk. If you dont like what is in my blog, simply dont read it, problem solved. Its my blog, I have it to say what it is on my mind and what I feel at the time. So if you don't like it then like i said, dont read it! Thanks.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

“How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.”-Johnny Cash

Friday, November 9, 2007

For the many people that have wondered where I got my voicemail from.

My weekend

First of all, before I post anything, I believe this needs some recognition. Yesterday, Kit, Jamie, and I were playing Halo 3 on XBOX Live and absolutely destroyed a team. When I say destroyed, I mean 50-4. So hats off to us. Now onto real life. So far this is panning out to be a good weekend. My roommates have decided to have people over tonight so I extended invitations to KMFP and MLA, they both accepted and they are coming over tonight. Also, my friend Katy is going to stop by and make an appearance. Saturday my plans are to head to Albion and party with MLA and her group of wild party animals, haha. Sunday is football time and watch the Lions extend their winning record to 7-2. Tonight, we are in store for some good fun. Beer pong, drinking games, the drunk angry racist girl. KMFP and MLA will not be disappointed. MLA can attempt her form of Chinese Water Torture, the MLA Stopwatch Torture, on the drunk angry racist girl again once she passes out before anyone else. hahaha, I love life.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

That doesn't seem fair.

The Minnesota Vikings docked WR Troy Williamson one game paycheck worth $26,000 for missing Sunday's game against the Chargers. The reason he missed it, his grandmother's, who raised him his whole life, funeral. Does a NFL team really need the $26,000? I mean it's not that much money to an organization that makes millions upon millions a year, they won the game by a huge margain without him so obviously it didn't hurt them at all, and he had a perfectly legit reason to miss the game. The only person it affected was him, and only because he will miss his stats for that game. So was it really necessary to dock him his paycheck? He isn't an allstar player like Randy Moss who wipes his ass with paychecks every once in a while, so why do that to him? Doesn't make sense to me. He is going to appeal that decision with the NFL Player's Union, and I agree with that. That pisses me off, I know he is a pro ball player, but still, it's the principle of it all.

Oh-Eh
Kal El


"I don't care if they would have [taken] my pay for the rest of the year, I was going home," Williamson told the St. Paul Pioneer Press. "It wouldn't have mattered to me."

Maybe there is a god!...maybe.

I dragged my ass out of bed a half hour before class started, dreading the fact that I'm going to have to make up a semester worth of procrastination in like 15 minutes. Not that I had any doubt I could do it, I went to Grand Blanc, so naturally I have been procrastinating my whole life. I make MLA look like she is on the ball 24/7. So I wake up and see Ms. Kittles' facebook status and notice it said his class got cancelled and I ask him about it, turns out they all are. I checked the website, it's true. There was a water main break. That's freakin' amazing! That means I get an early start to my weekend seeing as how I am a scheduling genius and only have class from tuesday-thursday and get a 4 day weekend every week. To top it all off, a new episode of Smallville is on tonight. You guys can all have your "Heroes" show, give me the real hero of all heroes any day. Being a good friend, If I could, I would donate my day off to MLA, seeing as how she has to write 14 pages about Dump by tomorrow. But I can't (sorry MLA) so I'm just going to enjoy it enough for the both of us. The only bad thing I can think of is I was going to go to the WCC Fitness Center about a job, but unfortunately, closed because of the water main break. Eh, I'll go tomorrow. I'm also trying to decide if I want to go home this weekend or not, I'm definitely going to go home atleast one day because I have to go grocery shopping....anyone want to go to lunch? eh? eh? KMFP? Head Artichoke? MLA come home and go to lunch? haha kidding, I'll stop being a bad influence on you. But if anyone wants to hang out this weekend, I'm breaking myself from the work at camp every weekend shell and deciding to actually have a weekend for myself.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye."-Jimi Hendrix

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Fuckin' A

i hate when you have a great idea for a post and something you want to talk about then you get to your fucking computer and you forget it, then you sit and try and try to think something else up, you get half way through it then hate it and erase it. Happen to anyone else? Or just me? It's really frustrating.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

The Dump Files

So Monday night MLA came to the A2 to interview the always interesting specimen, Dump. How did I get mixed into the equation? Well if you know Dump, then you know he is absolutely impossible to get a hold of since he has no phone, no car, his computer is broke so no online, and to top it all off his apartment building locks, but doesn't have a buzzer system to get ahold of the people in their apartments. Retarded, I know. So MLA being an A2 rookie, she needed my help to get ahold of him. She arrives at my apartment complex and I see her drive by my window as I'm cleaning my room. So I call her, wave her down, and yell out the window to tell her where to park. Then decided to go outside and help her out because for some reason she reversed and stopped at my dumpster(I think she was shopping for something in there but she denies it, haha) Then we park, then get in my car and get Dump and go to Taco Bell. While there, I tought Dump how to eat a taco without breaking the shell, it's a science. Well to skip the rest of the boring stuff blah blah blah they do the interview, blah blah blah I play Madden during the interview. As we are wrapping it up and MLA is getting ready to leave back to A-Town. My roommates are having a "get together" in my living room. Being the alcoholic that I am and the bad influence that I am, I decide to drink and I convince MLA it is a good idea to stay and party with us, so MLA, Dump and I head to the store. Dump and I get excited because we found out they sell PBR in 30 packs, who knew? So of course we got that, came back and rocked the beer pong table. Weird thing is, no one was drinking before we left, we were gone for 15 minutes, come back and my roomies fiance is hammered already(faking? lightwieght?who knows?) The night was already figured to be an exciting night, seeing as how the trashy slutty girl was over and Dump an I hated her because well, she is a racist and had a problem with Dump last time he was here. But he stuck it out and stayed and had fun. As the night goes on, the fiance gets more and more drunk, and continues to hit on every guy in the room, even myself. I could tell the more and more it happened, the more it angered my roommate, but he didn't say anything. Needless to say, things were akward. Trust me, I did everything I could to repell her. Then, the trashy racist turns from Jekyll to Hyde in 2 seconds flat. She starts to give everyone in the room attitude, including me, so I just gave her smart ass remarks back, no harm no foul. So of course, that also made it akward. Towards the end of the night Dump, MLA and I just took the party to my room, not really a party we just watched tv, ha. There was a stop watch in my room that I could not for the life of me figure out how to stop so it beeped constantly. MLA being the vicious person she is, decides to perform her own version of Chinese water torture, and goes to set the watch next to the head of the trashy racist girl that no one liked while she was passed out, in hopes of drving her insane as she sleeps, i guess haha. So creative. So Dump passes out on the couch, I'm getting tired laying on my bed with half a PBR in my hand, but somehow MLA is not tired and keeps on trucking haha. She decides we all need another PBR so she goes to get them, I have to hurry and chug mine before she gets back, not fun. She comes back, we both open ours, she dominates hers, mine doesn't get touched, haha. Eventually, we got tired watching tv and passed out. We wake up, sit around for a while, then we decide to go to Arby's and get some food. On the way home we had to get coolant for German Lightning because MLA was afraid to blow up on the way home. We got it, filled it up and she was on her way. Fast foward a couple hours, Kit calls me and asks if I want to ride with him to Fenton to play Halo 3 with some friends, so I say ok. Dump comes with me, and I am an idiot and decide to ride with Kit knowing he won't be able to bring us back tonight like we need to be, I just figured I could get a friend to bring me back. Well, I was wrong, for a while. I called a few friends, one had a date with a girl(oooohhhhh) the other was in The Chi, then McBest refused to answer his phone. 11 o'clock rolls around and we have no ride, and have to run from B-Ran's house all the way from DC, up to the staff apts. Me being a dumbass and wearing shorts and flip flops. We get to the apts. and KMFP calls me, my savior. She tells me she can get her dads truck, pick up my matress(long story) and take me to school tonight. Dump asks me how my feet are since I ran with flip flops on and they went numb in the 2 degree weather. I say fine, since I finally get the feeling back, 1 second after saying fine I stepped on a tack, figures. I pulled it out and whipe off the blood, passed out on the couch watching Speed with Poof Cat and KMFP comes and wakes me up. We go to my house at 1 am and grab my matress and she takes me home. We had interesting talks about life on the way, good time. KMFP is a Goddess and a great friend. Ok this long ass pointless boring post is done, if you actually read through all of this, Congrats! You are amazing, and thank you for having that much interest in my life.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El

"I'm just trying to keep things simple, and just be a little more offhand and not get so deep into things. Enjoy what you got right now, because who knows what's going to happen tomorrow. "-Bob Seger

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Growing.

The past month or so I have been through a lot, seen a lot, done a lot. It's helped me kind of change myself. It's helped me learn to think for myself, make my own decisions, express my opinions. I like it, I'm happy it has happened, it's been a hard month, but it hasn't killed me, so it must have made me stronger. I guess I just got sick of being walked all over, people making my decisions for me, just got sick of relying on other people. I have to tell you, it feels great. I mean GREAT. Well, I guess that is all I have for right now, nothing too exciting, I'm way too tired to tell more. But I do have more to write about when I wake up tomorrow. A preview, I had quite a good time drinking a 30 pack of PBR with MLA and Dump, I'll tell you more later. Goodnight and Fairdinkum.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


“So, I learn from my mistakes. It's a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there's no gain. I found that to be true in my life. You miss a lot of opportunities by making mistakes, but that's part of it: knowing that you're not shut out forever, and that there's a goal you still can reach.”-Johnny Cash

Back open to the public!

Ok, ok, it's back open. After a few days of consideration and opinions from other people, I have decided to open my blog back open to the public. Why be private? I have nothing to hide. My opinions are my opinions and thats all that matters. I don't claim facts, I don't name names, I do nothing wrong. So I have no reason to be in "hiding." So here I am, in all my glory, once again sharing my opinions and experiences with all of those who care to read.

Note: Contents in this blog as the opinions of the blogger, no one else. They are not being claimed to be facts, they are opinions only. No names are ever named, no one is ever called out. IF YOU SEE SOMETHING IN THIS BLOG YOU DON'T LIKE....keep it to yourself, chances are, i don't care. Thanks. Kal El.

Oh-Eh

Monday, November 5, 2007

Dreams

What are dreams? I mean, I know what they are, I am just not too sure on the meaning of them. Why do they happen? And I don't mean the stupid ones when someone says, "Oh I had a dream and you were in it, but you were a turtle and everytime I would talk to you, you would curl up in your shell!" Not stupid ones like that. For about the past half month or so I've been having the same dream, same people, same things happen. What does it mean? Why does it happen? It's not an unrealistic dream at all, its not like im superman or anything, its a normal dream, normal people. I admit, the dream is something I wish would happen, it's not far fetched, well atleast not by my standards. I don't know, maybe I need therapy. Or maybe I just need to get over things, who knows.

Oh-Eh,
Kal El


"I have this one little saying, when things get too heavy just call me helium, the lightest known gas to man."-Jimi Hendrix

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Take the good with the bad.

Hey! The Lions won! They're 6-2! They are 8 games into the season and have already doubled their win total from last year. I told everyone they would be good this year, no one believed me, but I kept the faith and it is paying off. I love the Lions. Also, the Colts are still undefeated....HA! Actually they lost to the true best(actually 2nd best compared to the Lions) the Patriots. On top of all that, when I woke up today I made myself some scrambled eggs and had a big frosty glass of O.J. That may not sound good to anyone else, but I'm a broke ass college student so to me it is like my first meal fresh out of prison. I finally got some more spaghetti sauce after spending 2 weeks with only have plain angel hair noodles. No butter, no salt, no sauce, just plain noodles, it was fucking sick. Well, enough of the pointless things that would only excite me. That was the good, now to the not so good. I've done a good job this passed month of working into convincing myself that I'm over things and up until Saturday I finally believed it. Saturday, I came into realization. I'm not over it at all, I think I'm now back to square one. I don't know what it is. Is it possible to know damn well that things are not going to go back to how they were and things are never going to be fixed, but want it to bad enough to where you still believe it will? Well if it is, I do, and even if it isn't I still do. Now I'm not sobbing, I'm not bitching, I'm not being an emo kid, I'm just saying how I feel. This is a blog, that is what these are for isn't it? Another thing that pissed me off, last night me and Dump got a pizza (I paid for it of course) and we had 3 pieces left that I was saving for after the bar so before when someone asked if they could have a piece, I made it clear I was saving it for later. I get back to the apartments after the bar, fucking pizza is gone. What the fuck? Why are people ssscccchhhtoooopid? If you know me you know I love, love, absolutely love pizza. I literally get offended when my pizza is fucked with, and how much more fucked with can it be than when it is eaten. Needless to say, I was drunk and pissed off. Also, I was confronted by a "victim" of one of my previous posts. In kind of an immature way might I add. We are all celebrating the 21st birthday of a friend, and this guy has to make it akward for people. He was trying to be secretive, he was bad at it. Here is a tip: if you want to be secretive, be quiet, and be away from other people besides the person you are talking to, idiot. Don't go into the middle of a close group of people and stand 2 inches from my face when my friend is a foot away listening, look at me like a drunk idiot and exactly the way I described you which is why you got mad at me in the first place, and make it akward. It is selfish and immature. We were all there to have fun and celebrate a birthday. Act your fucking age. If you want to take me in the other room, discuss it like men, I would be happy to. Hell, maybe it will even help me to gain a little respect for you, maybe. Well I guess you take the good with the bad, overall the weekend was pretty good, definitely one to remember.

Oh-Eh
Kal El


"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to."-Jimi Hendrix

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Lucky Man!

Where the hell would I be without my friends? Dump, McBest, and Daddy, add me, you got the Scurvy Squad. I mean, damn, I really can't see myself having fun without these guys in my life. The Scurvy Squad had it's first full reunion at Church the other night. Let me tell you, anyone who wasn't there to witness it, you missed out. Loading our table with $1 pitchers of PBR and chugging them just as fast as we could get them, Daddy telling every girl that walked by "i love you", and the tool bag guy that walked by in the dark club at night time with sun glasses on. Man, life would not be the same without the Scurvy Squad around. Every night McBest wants to be a little girl and curl up in bed because he has to get up in the morning to work, but do we let him? NO! and I guarantee you he does not regret for a minute that he has come out with us, because you could open a bar and just let us 4 be in there alone and we would have the time of our lives. Scurvy Squad is our name, Cougar hunting is our game, and no one does it better. From yelling at random people in the club for pulling my hair, to having some dumb girl wanting to play the air guitar on the dance for, hell, even to Dump leaning his head out the PA to puke and getting it on the inside and outside, a Scurvy Squad night, is always a night to remember. To me, nothing could compare to anything we have done, or any night we have experienced. I'm drunk right now, just got done drinking a couple minutes ago, and you know what? I am waking up in 3 hours to drive to East Lansing and tailgate, and get drunk again as soon as I get there. That is how the Scurvy Squad rolls, and although it is only me and Dump going to represent the SS, we will represent it to the fullest. In the words of McBest "you fuckers won't have as good of time without me there", maybe true McBest, but we all know we will try our best. I love my friends man, love them to death. Also, I can't forget about my "Three's Company" crowd, KMFP and ELAL, you two ladies are the shit, and really don't know how I could get through a day without you two. A little word of wisdom to everyone out there in blog land who actually look at this thing, never let your friends slip away, you can have petty differences, even arguments over other relationships, but I tell you, nothing is worth losing a best friend over, and I mean nothing. Don't let people you care, or cared about ever slip away, it is not worth it, I believe that is someone has given you happiness at some point in your life, even with all the grief, they are worth keeping in your life. Because hate them or love them, they once made you feel good, and who doesn't want to feel good.

Fairdinkum,
Kal El

“I'd like to wear a rainbow every day, and tell the world that everything is o.k. But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back. Until things are brighter, I'm the Man in Black.”-Johnny Cash

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

What really grinds my gears....Session 1.

You know what pisses me off? When people are too God damn cowardly to say something to you that is about you, but have no problem talking behind your back. I don't get it, whats the point in talking behind someones back? It is just useless complaining and it is never going to change anything. It's bullshit, and I'm sick of it, I hate it. If you have something to say to someone, grow a pair, say it to their face, maybe that will fix the problem. Bitching to other people just makes you as bad as you think that person is, so quit being a bitch. Say it to my face.

P.S.-I'm officially Red now, no longer Blue.




“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.” -Johnny Cash