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

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

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

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

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