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as i said in...one of my other blogs...wanna start blogging more. i always say that, and i'll try just as hard, and i'm not gonna kick myself if it doesn't happen :)either way...life is so much different than the last few times i've blogged. january! wow. seems like just a few days before christie came back from the mainland...interesting. could argue that being happy keeps me out of the

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started a new blog about red wine...figure i'd like to hear myself talk about it and hope you do too!"my way"...new song on my karaoke list :) sinatra's never had a place on it before but i'm trying to diversify. and i think it's hilarious using it as a segue to foo fighters or system of a down :) scares people. fun.either way, was thinking tonight about how i always enjoy doing things on my

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fall is turning into a fuckin' nonstop party man...last year was pretty bad but this year is HORRIBLE! every fuckin' weekend since (i can't even remember) sometime before halloween...and since then it's been every weekend:shugga poker fundraiserhalloweenhopumaui hat drawsloshballsailing w/ whit and alison and pottery at steve/leigh'sthis weekend is the car wash and i think karaoke with michelle/

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was talkin' to a friend today, responding to the first 'comment' i've had on this blog in years methinks, and she (the muppet, for those lucky enough to know 'er) mentioned how she always had much more meaningful relationships with people in the blogosphere...before facebook and myspace and ....whatever else there was.and she was right.i avoided myspace forever because i'd look my friends' pages

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how long will it continue?

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where are the lines when you break up with someone? when do you stop trying to explain. when do you swallow those lose ends and keep them to yourself for the sake of...i dunno...closure? simplicity? clairty? progress?inevitably always "so many things left unsaid"...time to think solo helps to distill these loose ends. focus them. amidst common friends, activities and venues, however, solo

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feeling that way again in my life. maybe it has to do with hearing a second person i care dearly about tell me i may live out my life alone. i entertained the idea after the first time i was told that, years ago, and agreed in the "may" part. but there's definitely a hope that i won't. what i did realize is that i can't force certain things about me. and for years now...i've had an empty

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i sometime wonder if i have anger issues...on my way home tonight in the (narrow) roads of kaimuki, a cab is coming towards me. it's one of those streets where there're cars parked on the opposite side of the street with room for only one car (giving my direction the right of way). i see a cab up the street and tell jay, fuckin' cabs (expecting him to be an ass hole).sure enough, with at least

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now ain't dis some shit.so my master's thesis in mechanical engineering was the enhancement of an organic solar cell using nanomaterials. organic photovoltaics (and any type of organic semiconductor) usually relies on "metastable" hydrocarbon chains that have the ability to conduct, or in other cases, semiconduct. the problem with them not being very "stable" is that they are very readily

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i have this weird affliction where (unsurprisingly if you knew me in college) a certain time in the evening, i wake up. today i was at work 'till like 8, got home and went jogging (5 miles....why am i joggin? i'll explain later) to work off all the damn coffee, ate a shit ton for dinner (eggs on rice w/ shoyu and furikake) and dozed off for twenty minutes. got up, got ready to go to bed, sat

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10AM The Time De Lei?[8:30 am, a credit card decline notice from a customer in Hawaii is placed on Paul's* desk. Paul starts dialing the number.]Will*: Paul, don't you know it's 3:30 am there?Paul, continuing to dial: It's okay, they're used to it.Seminole TrailCharlottesville, VirginiaOverheard by: They are *not* used to that

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http://www.overheardatthebeach.com/archives/000981.htmllol, not quite the greatest type of publication but whatever. oddly enough, i submitted this to 'overheard everywhere'...i was at a bar and she did NOT have a bikini on .... weird....still funny.

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the only thing i really, deep down inside, HATE about biking is being sober when i get home.....fuckall.

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two days ago i got dropped in on by a fuckin' kayak (fucker almost killed me, apologizing all the way down the face)yesterday i got dropped in on my an 18 y/o roxy pro surfer chick (carissa moore)i fully expect to get dropped in on my a monk seal next.....*bail*

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but didn't want to offend anyone personally ;) 9AM But He's Gonna Die in There If You Don't Keep Him WetAdmin assistant: What do you mean you don't have sex? You live with your boyfriend!Receptionist: Yeah, once you have the fish in the boat, there's no reason to keep throwing out the lure.12th StreetPortland, Oregonvia http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/

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iiiiit's been a while. i apologize for keeping you waiting intently for so long ;)master's is comin' to an end. i've got about half an hour's worth of work to do on it (just need to notate a few things that i've already done on paper). my last committee member's agreed to sign, just need to meet him tomorrow. and then turn in some form and pay a few dues (expecting minor dues) and i'll get my

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hahaha, i thought of something funny (and kind of sad at the same time). she made me feel like a puppy she was trying to train sometimes. yay.on another note, along with insomnia sometimes comes bouts of narcolepsy. people normally tend to have both (go figure)...but i think i'm on the second phase now. i seriously COULD NOT stay awake last night. it was funky. not just *yawn* i'm tired.

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it's interesting to me how after "deciding" to myself that i don't want her anymore, i'm still jealous of seeing her with someone else? the most sense it makes to me is that she didn't choose me. i wasn't enough. i didn't work for her. in the end i think i decided first that i wasn't happy, but i think that's only because she was still hoping i was what she wanted me to be; when i wasn't.and

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quite possibly one of the best things that ever happened to my music library was the inevitable crash of my old mismanaged harddrive. a huge chunk of my old library is backed up on an x-girlfriend's harddrive, but as of yet has gone unclaimed.usually what i do is hit up pandora.com (AMAZING if you've never been, go go go) and what i've come up with in the past buncha' months:emilie simon (i'm in

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while i'm extremely happy that finding cleats this year (usually just under a full year) only took 2 stores IN TOWN (last time i did like 5 stores and had to drive like an hour to pearl city finally) in a total of like, half an hour, for the second year THEY ONLY HAD MY GODDAMN SIZE IN BRIGHT SHINY FUCKING WHITE.seriously guys, wtf.it was the 2nd to last 11 in the house though. the other was a

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you think homeless people just do something to get in jail sometimes? i mean shit, it's warm food and a roof over your head. gotta be more comfortable than a central park bench, no?yeah...this is wha i think about while i write my thesis. kaimana was AWESOME. duke came down and played on a team called voltron, he said he'll try and get down next year. unfortunately i couldn't hang with him

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it is pretty amazing how, while i should be clicking away at the keyboard writing this damn thesis, instead i could probably sit here and watch my little gnat trap (desk lamp and a tupperware of soapy water) catch gnats instead....i would never survive 8-5 right now, haha....naptime

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in one day:woke up with my contacts on...which doesn't even happen when i'm so drunk i don't remember getting back to my damn tent.left my headlights on...in the afternoon. i don't even know when the fuck or why the fuck i turned them on but got back to my car after work and *click*! fuck.sucked balls and licked ass at poker tonight.i need to write this thesis.

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And No Tequila As UnderwearUniversity girl: So tonight -- no tequila, and we wear underwear.WaterlooCanadiaOverheard by: Regretting the bottle of tequila in my backpackhttp://www.overheardeverywhere.com/

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dinner tonight: leftover zippy's zip pac (spam and teri beef) and rice w/ furikake. not quite enough so i fried two eggs, smashed 'em into the rice (runny eggs) and drowned it in shoyu. do you think there's any way i need more salt?i do wonder actually. i crave bloody steak, i'm always tired. someone once suggested i need more iron so i started taking feminine 1-a-days...i don't think it made

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i don't know what it is lately but i've been more and more inclined to alienate the people around whom i don't really enjoy being around. once upon a time i would've welcomed just about any company but sometimes...maybe it's better just to be alone.has something to do with tam...and sacrificing so much of myself to be with someone...and realizing i felt so out of place that i took it back. like

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no matter what else happens in my future tests (finishing at the end of january), as of today i have enough data to write a thesis!booyah muthafucka's!stoked.

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so i started this shitty week out surfing instead of working which left me either working 'till 10pm or working on saturday....decided i needed some music. went to o'tooles (best pub in honolulu) for some drinks an irish jig band named celtic waves. hot. and the flutists daughter came up so sing a few songs....dukes and i think she was like 19 but she was DAMN hot and the cutest

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I am compulsively inclined to clean the rollers in a mouse. anyone else out there?

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no fire for the pyro.

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do you ever wonder who it is that you REALLY know? deep down, good and bad, up and down, understand. i KNOW my mother, my sister, my brother. i do believe i will never understand my father. i do believe i will never understand any girl i've ever been with thus far.i have friends i feel like i KNOW. and they are my best friends. they are the people who are most honest with me. they are the

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it's interesting how electronics sometimes just need a little nudge. i've solved car electronics problems by shorting out components. sometimes just has to burn off an internal short or confuse a computer enough that it'll just restart...switches often behave as such.but i was MOST surprised this morning. two days ago i dropped my phone for (what i thought was) the last time. the screen went

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we have a caroloke party tomorrow night for a friend's b'dayit was suggested that i make grognog.i've made grognog. it tastes like i'm drinking some kind of lemon cake...yummy!you can't taste the huge load of rum i put in it and now i'm buzzed.which leads me to an experiment. i have an oral final tomorrow (wednesday) that i feel pretty well prepared for after the writtin final (monday)but i'd

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decided to clean out the fridge hawaiian style (okay maybe chinese style but it's what we do here....) and make what i thought was some of the weirdest fried rice I'VE ever seen, but ended up being awesome : )baconPortuguese sausagescallops cooked in bacon (leftovers from a party)asparagus (was supposed to grill them at said party)LOTS of garlic paste (it was expired, had to use it!)shoyupepperi

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interesting how having only one class can bring so much stress....yay.finished the hardest (and more important) part though, had to give a seminar to fulfill my seminar credit for my Master's. my thesis defense will look very similar anyway so it's work i won't have to do later for that. solidified a job/RAship for next semester too which is sweet, and broke it to my supporters finally that i'm

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isn't it odd how as you get older you start realizing really weird things about your body? no, i don't mean puberty....i mean like...(to start) i can't eat shrimp that's cooked with the shells on. i don't know for SURE it's only shells, but the only times i've ever gotten a reaction has been when it was cooked with shells. and i've tried it (when i couldn't resist) without shells from time to

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and quite possibly the hottest man alive.Laird Hamiltondon't worry, i'm not switching teams.

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Just realized, i never did introduce you guys to the pirates :) to rehash, this is the second year this team has competed in Hopu, a coed tourney we have here (i think we had twelve teams this year ranging from cali to alaska and neighbor islands). i started it last year because i was unhappy with the team i was on TWO hopus ago because it was too big (21 players) and i didn't get much playing

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i learned a new song:kooks/lily allen (cover) - naivecan't sing with it yet...and the rhythm in my right hand is a little rusty...but i almost got it.had a little inspiration (thanks ana ; )fuck my fingers hurt....

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since beau passed early this year i still read ads on craigslist for free dogs who need new homes and such...i can't have a dog at my place but i can't help it, they're so cute. one day (read: as soon as i can financially support it) i'll get another dog. most likely rescue/adopt a poi dog again.either way this one ad i just read said "still needs to be house trained". beau was an outside dog

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few posts ago (titled AA)i said, "success is when i learn a new song on the guitar and sleep 8 hours in one night."i haven't picked up the guitar yet (a month and a half) and i haven't been getting 8 hours of sleep. i do drink less. i eat better. i'm finally surfing again...a combination of too much ultimate and not wanting to do anything that reminded me of tam kept me out of the water for a

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i feel powerful when i have food in the house. like i'm invincible. like i don't need shit else in the world. like when i have peanut butter in the cupboard. especially when i have bread and jelly as well...but peanut butter in the cupboard, that's fucking clutch. you can put it on a cracker. a banana. hell you can put it on a fucking hotdog bun and it's good shit.peanut butter makes me

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it's amazing how sometimes to be happy you need a ferrari, a supermodel, a guinness, a porterhouse, a party, peace of mind, or peace on earth....and sometimes all you need isONESOLIDTURD.cheers to food poisoning.....ugh. i'm happy again.

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it's been a long time since i just stayed home and gorged myself on television. pirated television tonight (like...7 episodes of Heroes)...but tv nonetheless. that show is purely addictive.been trying to clean up a little lately. since tam i basically went on a three week binge of drinking almost every night...and by drinking i don't mean two beers with dinner. i mean the worst kind. i

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and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why friends should not let friends drink and blog. yeah i was pissed, yeah i couldn't sleep because of it, but whatever, it was a few cars and no, i wouldn't really break someone's ankle to feel better about myself. i'm gonna do like i always do and disregard any notion i have of deleting that post, though :) maybe i'll stumble upon it one day and remember

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we had ultimate tonight in one of the more shadier places you can find "in town" on o`ahu...and it makes the third week in a row that we had problems with the local wildlife. palolo valley district park...full of life and year round rain and beautiful hikes....and somehow (i don't know the history) home of some of the dirtiest projects i've ever seen in hawaii. every fuckin weekend we get some

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really, you gotta pace it so you finish the last bit of meat with the last bit of rice.

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another slew of life philosophies flooding the mind as i try and reclaim my life again. another painful experience to learn from? always sorry it has to end the way it does...but never so afraid of it to avoid the start. that took me a long time to be comfortable with after my first girlfriend tore my heart out. i look back sometimes and think about what an idiot i was then but...realize that

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alright, i'm sold, i'll write. whaddup goose, muppet, good to hear from you. goose, hit your spot earlier...DUDE, hokkaido? that's hot! glad to hear it. anybody remember what town makiko's from/in? last she emailed me she was thinkin' of going back to columbia i think...i should hit her up to.and of course the trazodone explosion :) i'll be honest, it's been a long time since i've hit the

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well, at least someone still reads this dumb thing ('sup gabi).it's interesting to look back at college and think about just how young i was. kinda like in college when we usd to look back at all the stupid shit we did in high school. i suppose it's a neverending type of cycle...i look back and remember all these dumb little philosophies i had about life and the people around me...only to be

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well shit, people keep checking my blog and reminding me that i haven't been writing. i do miss it. and i do miss checking every two hours if someone has commented :) but it usually takes about two months for a comment so i tend to lose motivation.but then i remember how much fun it is just to ramble :) even if nobody IS listening...the fact that every once in a long while something i say

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i was looking up the meaning of a song title (from the MUSE) and found this weird addition to the wikipedia entry:****It is also widely known that Sarah Jean Curtis aka the world's most beautiful girl, is affected by Stockholm Syndrome. Will you marry me Sarah? And if not that, will you go out with me? (Scroll down to the bottom of the page)***and at bottom of page***I WILL GO TO PROM****i wish i

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so this semester my group went from 4 to 6 and this week, to 7 (but just for this week). new phd student, new post doc, and some dude on spring break that decided he wants to do more work (i think he got his phd here way back when). SO. it's fuckin' noisy as hell. the thing with carbon nanotubes is they're so small that van der waal's forces take over their movements. van der waal's forces

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i swear, one day i'm going to accidentally throw away my hot pocket and eat the sleeve.

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it's 10:30am right now and it's still so dark outside that those lifesucking outdoor yellow night lights in my building (open building) are still on. depressing as hell....good thing i have this well lit (life sucking flourescent lights and frigid air conditioner) empty computer lab to hang out in.wind's blowing from the South.

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Really, why can't they put the damned hot pocket in the little sleeve for you!?shit.

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my sister:-ok i just had to have a conversation discussing whether i have to bleep one of our comedians saying "my big black penis"-"i'm going touch you with my big black penis right thru the TV screen"-LOLfinal product pendingedit (later in the day):11:24 AM sis: i just got friggin censored by verizon me: (quick like a fox)! sis: over the big black penis thing gotta re-do it WHATEVER me:

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so when i said i was going to blog more, what i really meant was please please please don't lose faith in me, heh heh. i keep having these great ideas about what i've heard called (and like calling) "life hacks." not huge lifehacks, like implanting magnets into your fingers (6th sense!) but things like showering with your clothes on. small things you can do to make life easier. some might

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wow, it's been an entire TWO MONTHS since i last posted!? that's unheard of in my fair panopticon. not that there hasn't been a lot to say...i just haven't been sayin it. part of that (i suppose half of it, given the chrnology) is due to the fact that i don't have internet where i'm living (squatting) at the moment...and have been for the past month. i got the boot from my last rental 'cause

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sprained my fuckin' ankle again...i think. it's kinda weird, i didn't really notice it while i was playing on wednesday night until after i'd taken my cleats off. swelled and hurt just a little, and a lot more the next morning. doens't feel like a normal sprain either...feels more...meaty. i don't know how to explain it...my first thoughtw as that i fractured a bone in there somewhere 'cause

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this is my new desktop, so cute!: joesnyc 

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Angry cop: Fucking college kids make me sick. It's disgusting. You're the smartest most retarded people in the world!Easton AvenueNew Brunswick, New Jerseylink

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so i've discovered a new superpowe (and yes i do have others). i can dream and earthquake and it'll actually happen!!!that's not entirely true...what really happened was that an earthquake started and instead of waking up first i incorporated it into a dream where i was watching a documentary about earthquakes and they were "recounting" some classic earthquake showing how it would pulse stronger

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so for the first time in a LONG time, i did next to nothing for an entire weekend :)/:(i haven't quite decided how i feel about that.on the one hand, it did feel good to be alone with my thoughts...on the other hand my own thoughts got kind of boring and/or tedious. watched a lotta tv, borrowed "domino" and watched that which was pretty cool, and went to a pretty chill birthday bbq. cleaned a

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so i've decided that i'm sorta like popeye...only instead of spinach i pop pixy stix. and instead of my forearms exploding it's my brain.

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one'a those days that i opened this window with nothing to say. well...things i WANT to say but probably shouldn't. look at me...discretion. whod've tought.so mah man weston is on vacation and his girl's outa' town so naturally....we drink a lot. happened to hvae an easy work week as far as homework and "work" so it worked out well...although i think i've actually stressed myself out MORE

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soooo i think i'm a little stressed out :Þ woke up almost before my alarm clock this morning doing an engineering problem in my head/dream and got frustrated...weird. had to come to school early 'cause i have some work to do that i was supposed to do weeks ago that my prof didn't mention. unfortunately that work is here in my lab.went to the vending machine and got a green tea...took my change

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.......BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!Red Meat

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well....woke up this morning (thursday) TWO days after talk like a pirate day...and my voice was even MORE gone! i can only speak super softly and really really low. my voice has never been this bad in my whole life...not even after 5 hours of karaoke. if i try and speak too loud or too high my throat's so fucked my voice doesn't even CRACK...it just doesn't really make any sound. just the

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well shit. that was a boatloada' fun. anybody else out there in cyberland celebrate international talk like a pirate day?i got my picture taken a few times. one girl even recorded me screaming "ahoy!" into her cell phone to be used as her alarm tone. we closed the bar (didn't plan on staying that long). i think i left my voice there...i hope they kept it in the lost and found.and today

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ahoy! me old mateys and wenches and brutestonight brings to life more hollers and hootsthan e'er you've seen on this day o'the weekcome one, come all if a party y'seekyo ho, yo ho drink beer and be merryunless you'd prefer to drink like a fairys'long as there's RUM to carry your voicewith only a mind to scream in rejoice!of tonight of all nights to speak with the fireto drink with a wonder and

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for some reason i have this overwhelming feeling of loneliness these days. i still wonder why i write shit on this blog sometimes but half the time it's because just about everyone who reads it is pretty distant from me (physically) these days. at least...that i know of. i tend to get a consistent ~10 readers a day and i just assume they're the same 10 every time.either way...i dunno, it's an

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so i've been all anxious and shit for along time 'cause i feel like i haven't blogged in a looooong time. i take a look and it's been a week, hah! but that is an indication of how much has been going on.big on the list is me going all green and shit. all that talk about rollerblading to school and such? i decided to FINALLY by a bicycle. $70 off craigslist, piece of shit but works. bought a

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so added to the list of things i CAN'T do drunk: rollerblade.especially when it's in front of a bunch of cop cars looking for drunk drivers. i'm not really sure what they could charge me with but yeah, rollerblading across the street inches away from smashing my head into a guy pole probably doesn't fare well. bumps in the road mean a LOT more when i'm drunk...usually i can compensate just

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so me and two friends (a couple) started a team for this upcoming coed tournament in november. the tourney's "the big" coed ultimate tournament we have here called Hopu Ka Lewa. not sure exactly what that means but apparently it's a horrible translation anyway so it doesn't matter.either way, i had this novel idea of stealing players from well...all the other teams. i've only been here for

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ooooh, scary movie season is coming :) always look forward to flying heads, gallons of fake blood, and gratuitous amounts of fake titties.oogityboogity!

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hmm...i don't get red meat this week....help?

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you'd think with a room the size of a shoebox it'd be pretty goddamn hard to lose something, no?bleah...if only.i lost my goddamn headphones. i have my little ones i use to listen to my music but my big ones i use to plug into my amp to play guitar through seem to have crawled under a rock somewhere. i fuckin' looked everywhere, twice...the only thing i can think of is that i left them in the

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one of the few sites i regularly read is "boondocks". hilarity:http://images.ucomics.com/comics/bo/2006/bo060802.gifi love huey.

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just got back from huntington beach, cali yesterday. lewis (big bro) flew me up for the weekend for my birthday :) fed me. gave me beer. gave me tequila. bought me coffee every morning. the US open of surfing was going on. was a great time, haha. and a good break from the usual grind. the "grind" being the usual 4 or 5 hours of "work" i do a day here at UH. and..."work" oftentimes being

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a small bird almost shat in my MOUTH! WTF!?it only glanced off my cheek and down my sweater. fucking bird. i hatechoo.good fuckin' shot, though...i must say.

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CONCERT ETIQUETTE states that if you need to talk to your friend at a loud concert, don't scream, don't shout, and no, you're not that good at lip reading despite what you might think (try mouthing "island view" to the bouncer sometime).what you do is lean in real close and talk real soft. like a pair of headphones. close and quiet. WHISPER. if the person can't hear you, whisper a little

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it's amazing how many painful associations you have to deal with at the end of a relationship sometimes. the activities you used to enjoy together, the places you used to go, the restaurants you used to go to...that shampoo smell on your pillow that lingers for just a few days afterwards...or the last soda in the fridge. i bought a case of diamond head soda (local soda place that makes

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the goof variety family photo 

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another installment of the goof variety 

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goof variety 

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only in hawaii (i imagine) do you go to a beach park on one special sunday and go back home with a 25 pound bag of rice and a 12 pack of toilet paper.it's called the oroku picnic. it's an annual picnic for my okinawan clan that came to hawaii...which is made of five families called 'yagos' (not sure of the spelling). my yago is menokanagushuku (also not sure of the spelling). time to see all

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so i was telling my brother via email that tam and i were donedone and he made the funniest comment...saying that when all i ever blogged about were bugs and alcohol, he wondered what was up, haha. how perceptive. buuuuut thanks to the very few women in my life, i do believe this is not the right venue to bitch about other people :Ã? i guess tam'll be spared for the most part thanks to

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MEATWARE!amazing.

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turns out a lot of my research ends up being watching epoxy dry, furances heat up and cook shit, watching furances cool down, waiting for lengthy tests to complete over a few hours...of course most of these things don't require much maintenance in the process. now i COULD use the time wisely to possibly do a few experiments at a time...but unfortunately i've tried that and fucked up either one

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this is why i never fuckin' sleep, all the coolest geek shows are on!tonight...two entire fucking hours of BUGS. this show's called bugs or something like that where this crazy guy explores all these fucked up animals. and by "explore" i mean letting a scorpion sting him, putting his hand in a tupperware full of ARMY ANTS, pissing of a yellow jacket nest (with protection but still getting stung

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met a dog last night with one'a those big sorry lookin' plastic cones on his head. i asked my friend what he wasn't supposed to lick and he says "his ball." he didn't understand either why only one had been removed...(his friend's dog).i've hit an especially horrible tv binge in the past few days. in an odd way i think my social life is souring my antisocial life. i used to find at least half

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fuckin' GHOST RIDER, bitches. i almost peed myself. i thought he was so goddamn cool. sad to say i didn't read much of his comics (i was a darkhawk fan...) but he looked damn cool. and i didn't really almost pee myself, but i did get goosebumps all over. does that happen to you? all this fuckin' reliving childhood bullshit does that to me. superheroes and blowing shit up will probably

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via animal planet, there's this badass seasnake that can kill 60 men with the venom it normally stores. but that's not the weird part. seasnake bites are so rare the the entire world's supply of antivenom is produced by one single horse in melbourne named silverado.ONE HORSE!silverado lives in luxury they say, getting small harmless doses of the snake venom regularly. hose makes antivenom,

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so i'm throwing a curve ball at life and attempting to simplify. reduce. condense. simplify.i'm selling my beloved camaro *sob*. it just seems like the right thing to do right now, especially since i got a great deal on a toyota pickup from a friend (who dumped this one to get a newer, badasser tacoma). so right now i have two cars, and after a few repairs on raimi i'm gonna put her up for

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GODDAMNIT.i have cable again, what a mindfuck. I HATE IT. and i hate the fact that i have a frickin' tv in my room for the first time in my life, too. actually i am kind of glad for that 'cause vicente, my 40 year old mexican house mate, watches tv just about anytime he's home unless he's sleeping. and let's just say we don't have the same tastes :) very cool guy, though, don't get me wrong.

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look out boys and girls.THIS BITCH IS BACK ONLINE!(mooching wireless off neighbors...fuunnnn)i think i might go and exchange this card for a stronger one, though. i figure...i ain't payin' shit for this...so i guess i can stomach a one-time-charge to get consistent internet...i'm a little intermitent....

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April 21, 2006Lube Isn’t for DrinkingTeen girl #1: We ran out of lube, so we’ve just been doing it without.Teen girl #2: Ah! Shit! Don’t even say that!Teen girl #3: Yeah, dude. You just made mine hurt.Teen girl #2: You should just keep like a jar or a vat of lube next to your bed, just in case.Teen girl #1: Seriously.Teen girl #3: Me and my boyfriend ran out like weeks ago, so we’ve just been

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i got me a pad. ooooh yes. beau and i finally have a new home, equidistant from school and ultimate, pretty much. i love it so much.it is, however, a beat the fuck down shoebox :) but i can handle that. it's month to month so if something better comes along i can bail, but for the time being it'll be so sweet to be closer to school and ultimate and...oh yeah...alcohol. it's pretty much the

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OH! and my fucking TAX RETURN was REJECTED!in "electronically signing" my e-file i went dyslexic and wrote a combination of the right number and (obviously) a wrong number.fuck me.

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