Livin' Those Songs

I think one of the best ways to live is to live in the spirit of Aloha. I know it sounds cheesy but here me out. Aloha is a welcome/sender that sends the person off/greets them with good will, love, and friendship. If you live your life in Aloha then it would make sense to conclude that you'll live a life full of love, good will, and friendship.


I'm making some changes in my life. I gotta shape up. Too often I let little things become something I feel I need to share with everyone. I gotta stop doing that. I hope I keep looking forward to things and not looking back so often. I have been doing that a lot lately. Whenever I get distracted enough to forget the past, I feel like I need to gather up the good memories of the past and cradle them for a little bit. I have no idea what that's all about, but I'm working on it, too. I'm a work in progress.

~Aloha~

2 years later...

I'M GOING TO HAWAII! AGAIN!!!
OAHU! AGAIN!!!
THE OHANA WAIKIKI WEST HOTEL!! AGAIN!
WITH 4/6 OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS THIS TIME INSTEAD OF ONE!!! THAT CAN BE SHAVED DOWN TO 2/3S...

GUYS! HAWAIII!!!! ONLY 123 MORE DAYS! WE'RE GOING TO HAWAII FOR CHRISTMAS!!

HAWAII!!!
Alohhhha,
Kels

Ah, Monday.

I don't usually start delivering stuff until bout ten or eleven during the day, but Steve wanted me to do my errands first thing when I got to work. I didn't think anything of it until I got back and saw that Otto's was a madhouse with expectant customers both influenced by the fact that it's Monday and being effected by the heat...aka people were cranky. I kept up my smile and took the blame for everything; "Yeah, sorry it's so hot outside...Sorry that Tomato's bruised...We've been out of Klicker Berries for about a month now. "Why!?!" ...because they aren't growing them anymore."

All this I could handle, people are always like this on Mondays. All of a sudden Steve said the dreaded words, "sure CK, Kels can make you a wrap." My back grew hot, my heart started to thump...I had to make CK a wrap...Ooooh goodness. Steve told me which ingredients CK usually had on his wraps, so I took very careful notes and wrote them down...it turned out my precautions were soo not good enough.
"My dear, what the hell are you putting that on there for?"
"Steve said you like this, would you like something different today?"
"I don't remember saying anything to the President about this."
(....2 Minute pause)
"NO, LADY! I don't want OLIVES!"
"Mmmk, CK."
"NO, LADY I don't want that dressing! Use the other one!"
"This one?"
"Yes, THAT ONE...NO! NOT that ONE!"
*I get frusterated*"CK, How 'bout you just come back here and show me which sauce you want."
*takes three minutes to decide, while my boss is shaking his head, laughing, and pittying the situation all at the same time*
"This one!"
"Alrighty."
"No Mayonayse, it makes me feel like I've eaten five meals in this heat!!"
"I'm not gonna put mayo on it, CK, I didn't get it out."
"My dear I have to go will you just give me my food already."


He mumbled something as he took it away.

About an hour later some frat boys came in without shirts on and leaving a trail of cigarette smell and sweat behind them...Not impressive. I gave them an "are you kidding me?" look to which two of them got the point and put their shirts on...sort of, more like put their head through the hole and that was all I deserved. Wow. After they showed THEIR true colors of impatience, prejudice, and inflated egos it was 12:30. Hallelujah!
School starts in a week! I'm exicted!

Some people 3dozen roses &thats the only way to prove you love them...

Hey all! I've recently started cleaning out my room more in preparation to move into my appt. in two weeks. While I was clearing out underneath my chest of drawers I stumbled upon an old sketch book from 2002-2004. Looking through it I remembered my old self. There were so many pictures of girls sitting hugging their knees, with a caption saying "be yourself" and the girl looking sad and alone. There were others of my favorite bands, things I was excited about, things I wanted, things I thought about. There was a little note about how your shoes and your faith are the only things you can trust as well. I was almost an emo child! I had forgotten how alone I once felt, and then four years and much more wisdom later I'm lookin' through this piece of my past with Daniel and Anna. The best part about that was the fact that they are the two people that helped get me out of that phase of my life. It was insane, I gotta post some of the pictures up on here that I had drawn cuz while there were some that were totally depressing and a little worrysome, there were also some very amusing and clever drawings in there as well.

Wanna hear the best pickup line of my life? A lot of you have heard it, but here's for you that haven't.

Dude: "This sandwich is beautiful."
Me : "Yeah I'm proud of how it turned out."
Dude: "It's almost as...beautiful as you..."
Me : *speechless and almost laughing*"Yeah, pepperoni's a pretty color..."
Note: This dude was abouuuuut 35..Oh yeah, he had a kid with him, too.

The end! Grovehaus concert tonight at 6:30 at the Eastside Market Place! Be there or be square.


Aloha~

A Few More Reasons the Eagles are Perfect.

The Eagles have a solution for EVERYTHING. Check this out, it came to me as I got up out of bed this morning,it's pretty awesome:

Life is sucking, you are down on your luck and all you want to achieve is absolutely nothing. The Eagles say Do Something.

Alright, so you Do Something, but you still have your original "problem" or whatever it is. The Eagles say Get Over It. It's harsh, but sometimes you need to hear it in kind of a harsh way in order for it to really register.

After you Get Over It you can completely Take it Easy.
It's brilliant! Then after all is said and done and you've done something, gotten over it, and taken it easy you can then fully Learn to be Still.

So there you go, sweet, true, and real.

Half of Me

or the University of Idaho they have started this new thing where all the Freshmen coming to Moscow read one book during the summer so that they can discuss it, talk about it, etc in their classes. This year it's "1 Dead in Attic". It's a book about Hurricane Katrina written by Chris Rose. I'm reading on my own cuz of two reasons: 1) I like to read 2) New Orleans is in my blood, it's half of who I am so I feel like it's the least I can do three years later. Here is an excerpt from the first chapter of the book. I love it, positively love it, but it is very fragmented writing. It's almost like poetry. Anyways, enjoy!:

"Dear America, I suppose we should introduce ourselves: we're South Louisiana. We have arrived on short notice and we apologize for that but we were never much for waiting around for invitations. We're not much on formalities like that.
And we might be staying around your town for a while, enrolling in your schools and looking for jobs, so we wanted to tell you a few things about us. We know you didn't ask for this and neither did we, so we're just going to have to make the best of it.
First of all, we thank you. For your money, your water, your food, your prayers, your boats and buses, and then men and the women of your National Guards, fire departments, hospitals, and everyone else who has come to our rescue.
We're a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don't cotton much to outside interference, but we're not ashamed to accept help when we need it and right now, we need it. Just don't get carried away. For instance, once we get around to fishing again, don't try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your waters.
We're not going to listen. We're stubborn that way. You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard.
We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh too loud and live to large, and frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't. But we'll try not to judge you while we're in your town. Everybody loves their home, we know that. But we love south Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our dead in LSU sweatshirts.
Often we don't make sense. You may wonder why, for instance, if we could carry only one small bag of belongings with us on our journey to your state- why in God's name did we bring a pair of shrip boots?
We can't really explain that. It is what it is. You've probably heard that many of us stayed behind. As bad as it is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside our border, out in that place we call Elsewhere. The only way you could understand that is if you have been there and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades, and music and architecture and all that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us.
We are what made this place a national treasure. We're good people. And don't be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names, it happens all the time.
When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces. But don't pity us. We're gonna make it. We're resilient. After all, we've been rooting for the Saints for thirty-five years. That's got to count for something.
Okay, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at inappropriate times.
But what the hell.
And one more thing: In our part of the country, we're used to having visitors. It's our way of life.
So when all this is over and we move back home, we will repay you the hospitality and generosity of spirit you offer us in this season of our despair.
That is our promise. That is our faith."

~The End~
*Hula Hips*