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If you're reading this you're most likely on your computer right now, unless of course you have a kind friend who printed it out and posted it on the restroom wall to browse like a stall street journal. I myself am on the computer since I haven't figured out a way to reverse the process of writing on a bathroom wall and getting it on the Internet. Perhaps digital panels next to public toilets are in our future to save the poetry that floweth from our fingertips while we flush toxin and waste from our bodies. Currently I'm consuming toxins by staring at this laptop and sipping Starbucks Coffee simultaneously. The result is temporarily uplifting because it compares not to the scenic overview of my surroundings. [editor's note: this entry may take up your entire Friday.]
We all customize our computer screens with personal pics of friends and locations sometimes to outdo others or remind us of good times in recent past. I’m all about this side project since I use my computer so much when I’m on the mainland. I have hundreds of shimmering images to share with my friends, neighbors on airplanes, and my heart of course as high-resolution photo-documents lay before me like a placemat for devouring future writings.
I should backtrack a little and thank everyone who wrote and called back on August 13 to wish me a happy birthday. I even got a call from John Mayer, which brings regret for writing once that he’d never return my call. I didn’t call anyone back so what does it matter. It’s best I do a mass blast to say Mahalo ("thank you" in Hawaiian) for the kind words and gifts of love. I appreciate the friendships I have all over the US and your blessings warm my soul like a towel fresh from the dryer. [editor’s note: socks from the dryer also warm my soul but this is flip flop season.]
I should also remind myself where I am, where I came from, what I’m doing here, how small I am, how important I am, how unimportant I am, how unimportant everything is, how amazing life can be, how simple life should be, and so on. I have as many insecurities as the next person so it’s vital to my health that I feed on raw nature every once in awhile, and accepting that I am the way God intended and there’s little I can do about it.
Everyone rides they’re own ride and shouldn’t let the opinions of others deter them from making decisions they’re naturally drawn to.
At this point I’m just going to copy from my hand written journal. I think the repetitive and sparse sloppiness along with my vulnerable spirit of trying makes for a more interesting read. Enjoy.
I slept my worst last night. Although I slept for nearly 8 hours, 10:30pm to 6:00am through the darkness of my bedroom, I woke twice an hour to roll over and do what I could to ease the pain of a shoulder or hip suffering the affects of gravity. Wow was I cramped when I woke up.
My pen and pictures do my imagination very little amusement. Ask me anytime about it and I’ll do my best to rewind my mind and offer you a reflection of this paradise by the look on my face.
What’s important is that when I close my eyes I have a new place to go. I’m refreshed again and I’ll take these picturesque memories back to the mainland for a long season of band with new ideas and a great tan.
Thanks again for listening to me talk about adventures like these. [editor’s note: camping is free.]
Aloha wau ia 'oe,
Kaeli
We all customize our computer screens with personal pics of friends and locations sometimes to outdo others or remind us of good times in recent past. I’m all about this side project since I use my computer so much when I’m on the mainland. I have hundreds of shimmering images to share with my friends, neighbors on airplanes, and my heart of course as high-resolution photo-documents lay before me like a placemat for devouring future writings.
I should backtrack a little and thank everyone who wrote and called back on August 13 to wish me a happy birthday. I even got a call from John Mayer, which brings regret for writing once that he’d never return my call. I didn’t call anyone back so what does it matter. It’s best I do a mass blast to say Mahalo ("thank you" in Hawaiian) for the kind words and gifts of love. I appreciate the friendships I have all over the US and your blessings warm my soul like a towel fresh from the dryer. [editor’s note: socks from the dryer also warm my soul but this is flip flop season.]
I should also remind myself where I am, where I came from, what I’m doing here, how small I am, how important I am, how unimportant I am, how unimportant everything is, how amazing life can be, how simple life should be, and so on. I have as many insecurities as the next person so it’s vital to my health that I feed on raw nature every once in awhile, and accepting that I am the way God intended and there’s little I can do about it.
Everyone rides they’re own ride and shouldn’t let the opinions of others deter them from making decisions they’re naturally drawn to.
At this point I’m just going to copy from my hand written journal. I think the repetitive and sparse sloppiness along with my vulnerable spirit of trying makes for a more interesting read. Enjoy.
I slept my worst last night. Although I slept for nearly 8 hours, 10:30pm to 6:00am through the darkness of my bedroom, I woke twice an hour to roll over and do what I could to ease the pain of a shoulder or hip suffering the affects of gravity. Wow was I cramped when I woke up.
My pen and pictures do my imagination very little amusement. Ask me anytime about it and I’ll do my best to rewind my mind and offer you a reflection of this paradise by the look on my face.
What’s important is that when I close my eyes I have a new place to go. I’m refreshed again and I’ll take these picturesque memories back to the mainland for a long season of band with new ideas and a great tan.
Thanks again for listening to me talk about adventures like these. [editor’s note: camping is free.]
Aloha wau ia 'oe,
Kaeli