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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 03:46:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*throws in the towel*</title>
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  <description>I think i&apos;m done with this blog, i&apos;ve lost interest with the whole thing.  So long LJ, I may move back to GJ.  Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that&apos;s all folks.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 10:20:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Curiouser and Curiouser...</title>
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  <description>So, something strange and unexpected has happened...on myspace of all places?  Okay, so I have a myspace account..i&apos;m apart of another internet fad.  Huzzah!  I mostly have it for keeping up with old friends and such, and it&apos;s also the closest thing to a webpage that i&apos;ll ever have time to upkeep.  It&apos;s my dirty little secret I guess?  But, back to the point,i&apos;ve been getting an increase of messages recently.  Most of them from bands trying to solicite themselves that must have found me by guitar networking.  But there was one, sent to me at 1:01 AM from a stranger.  I don&apos;t mean to sound conceided, but considering by circumstance it&apos;s the truth of the matter...I&apos;m not sure what it is exactly that inspires strange men to write me poetry (especially those whom i&apos;ve never even met), but this one is by far the greatest prose i&apos;ve received of the lott.  The lott only consists of a few, but reguardless this particular verse is the most beautifull i&apos;ve gotten in a while.  I had to share it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Want to dream a dream with me? We can fall off the edge of the earth and just swim in space. To look back and see you smile is all it takes. I believe in chance, I dispute fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So original in all manners. Count the grains of sand through the hour glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn&apos;t make any sense. I just want it to make you curious. </description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 04:10:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>NOSE PILOT!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bored.com/nosepilot/real.html&quot;&gt;http://www.bored.com/nosepilot/real.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my interesting find of the day...I LOVE IT!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 23:36:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last night&apos;s adventure...</title>
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  <description>Hello all, tis&apos; I...your friendly non-residentail nomad.  I&apos;m here to tell you all the story of my latest oddessy.  This adventure begins in the psuedo metropolis of Hattiesburg Mississippi, and ends in *edit* New Orleans.  So gather round and sit a spell, if you&apos;re interested in what i&apos;ve to tell... (la di da, i&apos;m a dork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Enku, a friend of mine that I met at USM, had decided to spend the next four months or so working *edit* in Louisiana.  Yesterday was going to be his last day in Mississippi for a while, and although I missed his going away shindig...i&apos;m glad to say that I got the chance to spend some time with him on the ride to his new home.  We stopped for free ice cream in Hattiesburg first and then began our long journey across the state line.  *fast forward*  As we pass slidell we&apos;re hungry again and stop for doughnuts and milk (and it was deelish), then stopped for petrol.  *fast forward over the twinspan*. We enter the city, and myself being distracted by line of conversation, I accidentally started to head twards Baton Rouge.  By the time we hit Metarie I realized that I was going in the wrong direction so we aimlessly tried to make our way back twards downtown NOLA.  We stopped for directions at a gas station somewhere on South Clabourne, where this local guy started flirting/harassing me and whatnot.  I blew him off as politely as I could and we were back on our way.  From there Enku and I ended up scouring the city for a good hour or so (although my sense of time is warped by this point) before we finally found the community.  I decided to stay for a bit and help him unpack.  We went out into the field of tents and tarps to find him some land, where I helped him pitch his tent.  It had been misty all night, and twards the end of the tent pitching we got rained on a bit.  He invited me to stay the night, since I have almost no sense of direction and it was late, dark, and very rainy.  From there we decided to celebrate the fruits of our makeshift-house building labor by uncorking a bottle of Chardonnay and smoking untill we couldn&apos;t stay awake anylonger.  He passed out, from exaustion i&apos;m sure...and I kept drifting in and out of sleep.  At some point, don&apos;t ask what time I don&apos;t recall it, I snuck out like a ninja and decided to head out.  I was a very relaxing, pleasant evening...so I thought i&apos;d share it on behalf of myself and Enku (who has limited to no internet access right now).  Which brings us to the now.  So there&apos;s not much else to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s just the basic overview, but still bonnetemps none-the-less.  I enjoy the occational/frequent get-away, and i&apos;m glad I got to share it with a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**post-posting note: while skimming this over, I realized that there may have been a few unintentional inuendos.  Please, do not misinterpret any of those inuendos as anything naughty...last thing I need is somebody starting stupid rumors or drama.  And for the record, don&apos;t assume it was anything but what i&apos;ve said. Thank you.  Sincerlly, Kai (editor and composer of this here blog) **</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 17:58:19 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*insert interesting thought-provoking title here*</title>
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  <description>La di Da, just idly passing the time ti&apos;ll I have to go to work...La di Da di Da &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  Got a text this morning from Enku, thought he had sent it to the wrong person but it turns out he was just trying to invite me to his going away shin-dig lunch thing.  Unfortunately, it was set for noon...which is when I have to go into work.  It&apos;s a bummer, I would have liked to give my bon-voyage but i&apos;m sure there are going to be plenty of people there wishing him goodbyes to make up for my absence.  Either way, I go to New Orleans fairly often so maybe i&apos;ll pay him a visit sometime.  Hrm, what else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my former boss from the Gulf Park Library yesterday.  I really think he was genuinely thrilled to see me, gave me a hug and everything!  Dr. McCormack is awesome, he saying really nice things about me to my new boss (a lady who has never said more than two words to me EVER) Ms. Anne.  It made me realize how much I miss working at the Gulf Coast campus...everyone there was great, I loved my job.  Bleh.  This job isn&apos;t so bad tho&apos;.  My supervisors are really cool, it&apos;s a pretty laid back and quiet place to work.  I like it.  Hrm, what else?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far plans for this weekend are pretty hazy.  I&apos;ll be leaving Hattiesburg either LATE tonight or sometime tomorrow.  I&apos;ll be passing by Picayune for a while to visit with some friends, and soak up the environment of my fab room that my belle-mere redecorated for me at home while I was away. Hrm, what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, for now.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 23:32:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*blink* *blink*</title>
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  <description>So today was my first day back at work.  The time seemed to fly right on by.  I only had one class today, and a quiz for my online class.  I did okay on the quiz, had some trouble finding the class.  I made sure to check the building and room number just a few moments before leaving for class.  I went all the way over the liberal art&apos;s building, and waited in front of the class room for other people to arrive...just to make sure again that I was in the right place at the right time.  To no avail I waited, untill I decided to ask somebody down the hall for help.  They told me that I should double check my schedule...which I never got around to printing out.  Why?  Because reguardless i&apos;m more likely to loose a sheet of paper than I am to forget the place I have it written down for me online.  Besides, i&apos;ve looked it over so many times it&apos;s now engrained in my brain.  So I run back to the library to check my class times and locations on soar.  And *bum bum buhnahh* I was in the right place, at the right time..for once.  But apparantly, the class had been moved. *grumble*  So I had to use my dum dum freebie &quot;miss class, cause you&apos;re a dumbass&quot; card.  As far as all the other classes go, i&apos;m in the A of the OK.  So I guess i&apos;ll just have to allow myself to make a scatterbrained mistake from time to time, cause that&apos;s what K-La&apos;s do BEST!!! *bounces off*</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 05:21:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Going back to the campus again tomorrow.  Last I went up there was friday (friday the 13th...go figure, bad luck).  My stuff in my dorm had been moved around and I found out I now have a roomie.  I had ABSOLUTELY no notification of this, and embarassingly enough...I had a slight panic attack. I talked it over with my dorm mom and hopefully within a week or two i&apos;ll have a private room again.  *crosses fingers*.  I will have to move, and pay a bit more...but anything to prevent any more social anxiety attacks is worth it for me.  I&apos;m looking forward to my classes.  I&apos;m taking night classes, and i&apos;m giving the online learning thing a shot too.  I may change my schedule up a little, but as of now i&apos;m continuing World Civilization and French.  Also i&apos;m taking Philosophy and English comp.  I really wanted to take Music Theory, but the class I needed wasn&apos;t availible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all...in breif.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 07:19:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Holy Cow Patties!!!</title>
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  <description>Where has all of my time gone?  Down the tubes, that&apos;s where.  I&apos;m such the procrastinator...*le sigh*.  The dorms open up tomorrow for this semester.  I still have to get all of my things straitened up (I.E.-my room in the Yune&apos;, a crap load of laundry, dishes for the dorm, getting everything packed and loaded, and uh...dropping off my minimum payment for last semester *nonchalant glare to the side*) Okay so I should have done that a long time ago, but coming up with that kind of money takes a while...maybe it shouldn&apos;t have taken my entire holiday break but NONE-THE-LESS.  I&apos;ve got it under control finally!  Talk about last minute...and I still have to decide what my last class is going to be.  I&apos;ve been stressing myself about it so much, that i&apos;ve put it off till&apos; the last possible moment.  Because, that&apos;s the KaiLa thing that I do so well.  Procrastination almost got me kicked out last semester, and i&apos;m not getting off to the best start with the whole finnancial thing.  But I promised myself I wouldn&apos;t let it get in the way this go around.  If there&apos;s one stumbling stone that will never fail to trip me up, it&apos;s bureaucracy.  The business office was giving me the run-around through a dense web of red tape all of last semester!  With their letters, business hours, seven day processing here, three-week processing there, stamps, notaries, signitures, autorizations...nonsense!!  Hopefully everything will settle into place soon.  I&apos;ve come too far and my family and I have made too many sacrifices for me to blow it now...or get tripped up on a bunch bureacratic BULL-HONKEY!  So enough monkey business and moping around like i&apos;m morning the death of my motivation...time to get down to the nitty gritty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nitty gritty??  Yuck, that reminds me of kitty litter *EWWW*.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 10:42:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A work in progress...</title>
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  <description>So, either i&apos;ve seen &quot;Waking Life&quot; one too many times...or I have a severe narcissistic facination with myself.  Perhaps both.  This is the fruit of my bored, tiresome labor thus far.  It&apos;s turning out much better than the last re-pixel I tried.  This is only my second attempt, and I lack the proper skills in graphic design to do a professional job on something like this.  But reguardless, I&apos;d love to hear some feedback.  I know there&apos;s a few talented artists out there, so leave me a comment.  But be gentle, it&apos;s my first time with critique.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/moonagedaydreamer/bluuuuuuuue2.jpg&quot;&gt;http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/moonagedaydreamer/bluuuuuuuue2.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, here&apos;s a link to the original...the expression is a tad differant; but I think I like it.  However, there is still much to be done with this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/moonagedaydreamer/jfdksoakkakakaidsm.jpg&quot;&gt;http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/moonagedaydreamer/jfdksoakkakakaidsm.jpg&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 06:22:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So much to say...*sticks foot in mouth*</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m feelin&apos; pretty frustrated right now, don&apos;t have the words or a way to explain it.  I think these words fit it better than anything I could come up with at the moment...without saying too much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could change the world&lt;br /&gt;Like a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I would drink the love&lt;br /&gt;From your holy grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would start with love&lt;br /&gt;Tell ol&apos; Beelzebub&lt;br /&gt;To get outta town&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause you just lost your job&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;How did we get so affected &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause I think&lt;br /&gt;Love is love reflected&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t let it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Raise yo&apos; drinkin&apos; glass&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;In Time&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;re all gonna trip away&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t piss Heaven off&lt;br /&gt;We got Hell to pay&lt;br /&gt;Come Full Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s a spell on you that&lt;br /&gt;I could take away&lt;br /&gt;I would do the deed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and by the way&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s to Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;As the circle goes&lt;br /&gt;It ain&apos;t right&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m uptight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, get on my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that every little thing I did was crazy&lt;br /&gt;But now I think the Karma cops are comin&apos; after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you get yourself caught up &lt;br /&gt;Inside of someone else&apos;s crazy dream&lt;br /&gt;Own it, yeah, that&apos;s a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&apos;s gotta lot o&apos; nada killing &lt;br /&gt;Them instead of killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle, circle...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 01:29:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl/?mode=p&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;form method=&quot;post&quot; action=&quot;http://plutonium.bottlerockethosting.com/~pseudomonas/love.fpl&quot; enctype=&quot;multipart/form-data&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who else is love?    &lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;user&quot; /&gt; &lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; name=&quot;.submit&quot; /&gt; &lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_pseudomonas&apos; lj:user=&apos;pseudomonas&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pseudomonas.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pseudomonas.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pseudomonas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/users/pseudomonas/222226.html&quot;&gt;me scripsit&lt;/a&gt; anno 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that caught my eye from my friend&apos;s page.  *gank*/anjel.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 18:06:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...i&apos;m sorry</title>
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  <description>I keep telling myself, that i&apos;ve done the right thing.  I really hope that i&apos;m right.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 07:22:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Score!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.quizilla.com/D/dancinman/1068961550_edwigflip2.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Flipped Wig&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the flipped up dual-toned wig.  You have&lt;br&gt;fun playing with color, and don&apos;t care who&lt;br&gt;knows it.  You are fun and bright on the&lt;br&gt;surface with some hidden darkness beneath.  Try&lt;br&gt;to not be so dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com/users/dancinman/quizzes/Which%20Hedwig%20WIG%20are%20you%3F/&quot;&gt; Which Hedwig WIG are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;-2&quot;&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href=&quot;http://quizilla.com&quot;&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was by far my favorite do from the movie!  If I wasn&apos;t so afraid of bleach, i&apos;d totally go there again.  But with the blue and the blonde thing, well i&apos;ve been there and done that...got manic panic all over the tee-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell i&apos;m bored?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2006 20:54:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Saulutations from your new overlord!!!</title>
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	&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;In the year 2006 I resolve to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		Take over the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: right; color black;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;a href=&quot;http://resolution.geek-foo.net&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ganked* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously tho&apos;, day two of the New Year:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Since i&apos;m already on the topic of New Year&apos;s revolutions (...and yes, I mean revolution because it&apos;s a revolution of self).  I resolve to right my wrongs and to shift my introverted focus outward to make some changes.  Yeah, yeah...I know a bit differant; but the truth is i&apos;m making a series of changes.  I really don&apos;t beleive in New Year&apos;s resolutions...I beleive change is a dynamic thing that happens all year round and every moment to moment on  daily basis (every minute, second,nano-second...you get the drift).  And that&apos;s about all i&apos;ve got on the subject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along (a moment of clarity in fog).  I spent my New Year with my best friend, as is tradition.  I counted down to midnight for everybody else who was waiting to shoot off their midnight explosives.  When the clock hit twelve, we heard the booming blast from all of the fireworks from the westbank explode all at once (and from the sound of it, I half expected to see a mushroom cloud rise out of the ground in front of me). Moments after midnight, we RAN to the levee along the Mississippi river to give our salutations to the city.  We had hoped to see the same beautifull lights of New Orleans like we had seen  so many times before.  We thought we would see it with sparkling brite fire-flowers in the sky as the people in the city below were ringing in 2006, but the fog was so thick we couldn&apos;t even see the rocks below at the bank of the river...so we went further down, sat on the rocks at the side of the water and tried to gaze out under the smoke to see the city.  One person had started a bon-fire along the side of the levee, other&apos;s further down by the gretna ferry we shooting firecrackers, flares, and all sorts of other colorfull pyrotechnics...we could hear them barely at a safe distance from us, but the only thing we could see was the occational faint ball of light flickering differant colors.  The fog seemed to be rolling off the river and mixing with the smoke from the fireworks...which made the air around us so dense we knew we would not be able to see the city.  It was at that point that I had my moment of clarity, surrounded by fog so thick you couldn&apos;t cut thru&apos; it with a chainsaw...I turned towards the city and screamed at the top of my lungs &quot;HAPPY NEW YEARS, NEW ORELANS.  I CAN&apos;T SEE YOU BUT I KNOW YOU&apos;RE OUT THERE!!!!!&quot; It was one of the most beautifull, surreal moments of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further back in the evening there was some drunken debauchery...yadda yadda, it was a &quot;you had to have been there&quot; thing (as, in my opinions, all drinking occations are).  Not much to say on that subject aside from: I had a conversation with a friend that put things into perspective.  I was in a war with smoke bombs that left trails of rainbow pigment all over the road, sidewalk, and driveway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind a bit further, my friend Enku came down to N.O. with us.  I introduced him to Erica and we had a grand time.  We dropped him off downtown to go do some volenteer work with some friends.  After talking to the people he was working with, I had wanted to go help out too...but things didn&apos;t work out that way unfortunately.  I wanted to give something back to the community that I grew up in.  I had intended to go visit my hometown earlier that week, but it go pushed back a few days.  I realized that i&apos;m streaching myself to far and to thin between all of my other promises and obligations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of which, I must now wrap this up to go fufill one of those promises right now.  I&apos;m afraid that&apos;s all I have time to share for now.  Toodle Loo, all!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 19:31:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>scatterbrain-babble</title>
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  <description>So i&apos;ve been sick for the past three days or so, but i&apos;m finally feeling better.  I&apos;m still a bit dizzy headed, but i&apos;m sure that will subside sometime today.  Once the vertigo goes away, i&apos;ll head back up to Hattiesburg for a while.  I&apos;ll take my plans from there...everything I had in mind has gotten a bit hazy.  My family and I were supposed to take a long road trip to (x) location yesterday, driving until we found snow...but then I was sick, and we all overslept.  It seems like everybody else has great plans for their holidays, but i&apos;ve just been recovering.  Fortunately there&apos;s been a guiding beam of hope for me, and next semseter doesn&apos;t look quite so grim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy that i&apos;m catching up on all of those lost hours of sleep, but it seems that i&apos;ve wasted three days with &quot;the yuck&quot;.  And i&apos;m ready for it to be gone...it&apos;s beginning to interfere with my plans.  So now I have to re-think everything, and it&apos;s becomeing quite the chore.  My brain has been feeling like scrambled eggs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sidenote: The History channel is the perfect tele-companion to any sickly bedridden person.  It&apos;s Armageddon week, and the special celebrating Nostradamus&apos; 500th birthday was phenominal.  I highly recomend it!  Such astranged sorcery!  BWahaHAhahAh!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 20:35:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;ve created a monster...IT&apos;S ALIVE!!!</title>
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  <description>So I got me some DDR for X-mas, *hangs head in &quot;dance dorkdom revolution&quot; shame* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now I have my dad and belle-mere addicted to it too.  *glares*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2005 15:56:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>*toll the ancient yule tide carol*</title>
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  <description>So I woke up rediculously early, after staying up rediculously late...and why?  To be one of the first people to wish you all a happy YULE! Here&apos;s a few interesting facts about the cultural signifigance and connections with other winter holidays.  Some that you may know, some that I didn&apos;t myself know...just a small bundle of goodies i&apos;d like to share with anybody who&apos;s interested in learing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.candlegrove.com/yule.html&quot;&gt;http://www.candlegrove.com/yule.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m looking forward to celebrating with some friends tonight, and I hope that everyone else enjoys their festivities for whatever winter holiday they&apos;ll be celebrating this week (after all, we are all celebrating close to the same thing essentially).  Joyus Yule to all, and to all a good night!</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Deck the Halls&quot;- a rendition by moi</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 07:04:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nothing too out of the ordinary...</title>
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  <description>So a quick run-thru of the weekend...and by quick, I mean real QUICK like.  There wasn&apos;t too much happening, so i&apos;ll zip right thru&apos; this from A to Z.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  Mums dragged me off to do some shopping because it was her day off.  I really enjoy spending time with her, I only wish she&apos;d let her obsession for the mall phase out.  So after quite a few painstaking hours of running back and forth, beelining behind my mom (who should have joined the olympic track team) through irate crowds of x-mas shoppers...and standing around in long lines making unconfortable small talk with the folks behind us, we finally escaped the mall.  Hopped a few other shops, and got some grub from McAlisters.  Then I was off to the yune&apos;.  So I dropped by some friend&apos;s apartment and picked up one of the housemates, whom I will refer to as Inku (?) since it seems to be what he prefers to be called.  Anywho, he kept me company on the boring ride down.  I dropped him by his parents house, and got a little lost on the way back, which is typical with my false sense of direction.  But as usual, I eventually caught my dumb-dumb dyslexic mistake and found my way back to town.  J&apos;arrive chez moi dans le &quot;yune&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  After staying up till&apos; about 4 a.m. the previous night, I slept in a good bit.  I vaguely remember my belle-mere coming in and trying to get me to go to Wal*Mart with her and Grams.  From what I was told, I blew it off by complaining about the crowds, lines, and how much I dispise Wal*Mart in a series of barely coherent mumblings.  It turned out to be a postitive thing, because there was some sort of power outage caused by an eighteen-wheeler.  When I woke up, it was to a small furry thing licking my face.  I at first thought I was still asleep and thought it was one of my stuffed animals that had come to life and started attacking me will drool in my dream,. I of course freak a little.  Then I realized that it was a tiny toy poodle, about the size of a rat...and became even more confused.  My Dad got a pretty big kick out of seeing the odd expression on my face, and then told me it belonged to one of Gram&apos;s friends who had spent $700 on it!?!?!!  Who in their right mine spends that much money on an overglorified groomed rodent-sized canine is beyond me???  Although, it was really cute.  After that, I sorta bummed around the house watching movies.  &quot;The 40 Year Old Virgin&quot; was an excellent movie, btw. *psuedo-spoiler*  Especially the finale where the cast is dressed up as hippies singing and dancing around to &quot;Age of Aquarius&quot;.  It was the funniest movie i&apos;d seen in a while.  Sooo, that pretty much wraps up the day there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  My belle-mere has a recent obsession with painting.  I bought her an easel for X-mas, and she&apos;s gone nuts with it.  So I sat down with her today and we pretty much painted all day...I was only working on this one peice.  It&apos;s turning out pretty good too, even after my dad spilled a glass of goopy paint-water all over it.  It was fortunately salvaged, but still not finished.  I&apos;ll probably get around to finishing it over the X-mas break...unless I just get lazy and toss the whole project out the window.  I&apos;m so critical of anything I create...*rips off ear*, so it&apos;s likely i&apos;ll just nix the whole thing.  If I do, however manage to find the patience to finish it, I may or may not post pictures on my GJ for critique.  And now back to story time, I arrived back in the H&apos;burg around 9:30ish.  Went to go spend obligatory time with the boyfriend.  Trina&apos; stopped by with one of her friends to pick up her shoes and wound up sticking around for a bit.  I continued to tease her about the creepy mexican guy that she gave my phone number to at the bar a month or so ago.  He&apos;s really starting to piss me off a little, calling about twice or three times a day!  I keep trying to tell him that i&apos;m not her and to stop calling my cell phone.  I tried politely for the first couple of weeks, but I think at about now i&apos;ve reached my quota of really long voicemails with heavy breathing and mexican-speak...so Mr. Inku, stepped up to the plate and became my savior.  I don&apos;t speak spanish, so he called and left a voice message saying (in spanish) something along the lines of &quot;Hello sir, please stop calling this phone...this is my girlfriend&apos;s phone and I don&apos;t appreciate other men calling her...&quot;  So therefore, Inku offically saves the day!!!  I have to give him mad props because, dispite the fact that he&apos;s quite homosexual, he managed to pull of the whole &quot;threatening &amp; intimidating boyfriend&quot; thing very eloquently and was very convincing.  I am very much abliged to him.  I was seconds away from changing my phone number yet again to avoid this greasy drunken creep.  So with that said, mix it with a couple of swigs of 151 and another episode of insomnia...that&apos;s pretty much everything in a nutshell.  I&apos;m back at the dorms now, done with the studying for tonight...and now i&apos;m going to make another futile attempt at sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a quick weekend update, eh?  I&apos;m impressed that I actually created an sitcom episode sized plot out of a weekend of bumming around...guess I just got carried away.  Nothing too out of the ordinary, G&apos;night all.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 11:04:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Manic Bang...Slag...Crash/BIG BADDA BOOM!</title>
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  <description>Mah Sheeba is about to fall asleep on me for the night.  So i&apos;ll have to make this breif.  I may or may not be enrolled at USM next semester...*keeps fingers crossed*.  Long story short, it&apos;s the end of my first semester in college and i&apos;m sweatin&apos; it.  I had an anxiety attack earlier today after my oral exam for French, and oddly enough not because I did poorly at all.  I actually did quite well on both of my exams today.  I anticipate to do well on my others next week, but i&apos;ll be doing a fair bit of studying this weekend reguardless. Also, i&apos;ve decided to go ahead and move out of my dorms over the next couple of days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note for today: Today my neon clock fell from the wall in my little tenement, broke, and woke me up with a loud crash.  (first sign of inevidable doom)  Also, down..down..down the stairwell from the fifth floor I galloped this morning, and all over the stairs were bits of styrofoam from a toy airplane that had crashed and fell to peices (second sign of inevidable doom)...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 03:44:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Just to spite you, KEITH!!! HA!  That&apos;s what you get for spending the holidays in Canada.  *turns green with envy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: OH, i see!&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: you see? How &lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: do you use telepthy&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: glasses&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: or some advance sonar&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: ahhh&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: super exray infared sonar emo kid glasses with the powers of mind bullets!&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: phhh every LJ kid on the planet has that&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: ha ha, laugh it up...it&apos;s differant.  Mine are prescription!&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: elle oh ellez&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: yup&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: and i&apos;m totally posting that last bit of convo. on my LJ just to make it even worse&lt;br /&gt;KevinFisbane: woz youz so awezoms&lt;br /&gt;ladystardust008: I R teh LeeT BlogZorZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 02:01:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Moody Blues.</title>
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  <description>...stressed,...depressed,...sick,...fatigued.  Pick one, all of them apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna&apos; pop open a bottle of this year&apos;s &quot;Beaujolais&quot; later to cheer myself up.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 04:16:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weDUyZWQ0OCZjbj1kb2xseSB0aGUgbGxhbWEmYW49a2FpbGE=&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weDUyZWQ0OCZjbj1kb2xseSB0aGUgbGxhbWEmYW49a2FpbGE=.png&quot; width=&quot;250&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;my pet!&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolly sez: PLAY WITH ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t she cute!  AH!  I &amp;lt;3 it!&lt;br /&gt; Speaking of new pets, there&apos;s been a new addition at the apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mojo Risin&apos; the Long-tailed lizard!  He&apos;s right here chillin&apos; next to me watchin&apos; the Family Guy movie...just sittin&apos; on his little coconut shell love-hut, like a pimp.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 04:14:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Millions of BABIES!!!!</title>
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  <description>My big brother is gonna be a daddy...now hows about that?  Sheesh, so many babies!  I think this makes me an auntie?   Dare I say a &quot;baby epidemic&quot;?  First it was binky&apos;s baby, then a few others, then Jenna, and not to mention....Coral is going to have a bundle o&apos;kid soon too.  Which brings me to my next announcement (that is actually a few days belated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratz and many many KUDOS, to Mr. &amp; Mrs. Matthew and Coral Hollub!!11!!!!(ONE)!1!!!  May they have many happy years ahead of them with their new marriage and soon to be family.  Wally and I went to their wedding on Saturday.  We both really enjoyed ourselves, the ceremony was beautifull.  They both looked radiantly in love when they said their &quot;I do&quot;&apos;s.  It was a freakin kodak moment...and there&apos;s no denying it with the bajillions of pictures that were taken over the course of the afternoon/evening.  All I can say is, I am extremely happy for them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a wise old man that I call Big Daddy once said at my best friend&apos;s wedding:  &quot;Make it Stick&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 01:19:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy Gluttons-Day!!!!</title>
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  <description>So I feel guilty for breaking my traditional Thanksgiving&apos;s day fast for some Egg Nog.  I&apos;m getting a little blitz&apos;d tonight.  I was just faced with an akward situation...one that&apos;s been following me around like a dark shamefull shadow.  So i&apos;m here with my trusty bottle of boone&apos;s...and i&apos;m feeling a lot like that bottle right now, blue and half empty.  I think i&apos;m gonna leave it at that before I say too much.  As I SOOO have a habit of doing, in the little KaiLa way that I do.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Bottle of Blues&quot;- Beck</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">&quot;Bottle of Blues&quot;- Beck</media:title>
  <lj:mood>blues-y</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2005 07:50:15 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Very interesting and scary night.  More on this later, when I sober up.</description>
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  <lj:music>&quot;Protege Moi&quot; - Placebo</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">&quot;Protege Moi&quot; - Placebo</media:title>
  <lj:mood>drunkified</lj:mood>
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