<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:17:43.363-10:00</updated><title type='text'>One Two Three Kill-er Bee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-6280132667861991182</id><published>2007-05-24T08:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:25:48.515-10:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Exams</title><content type='html'>It is a bittersweet moment when the AP exams turn their ugly heads around the corner.  They seem to creep up on us like a lion in the safarian grass and when they strike, its crazy!  Well, if you were to put AP exams in terms of lions in the grass, their strike would not really be that leathal.  See, AP exams don't really affect your grade.  They are kinda just there for getting college credits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-6280132667861991182?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6280132667861991182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=6280132667861991182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6280132667861991182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6280132667861991182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/05/ap-exams.html' title='AP Exams'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-5661941639221714514</id><published>2007-05-24T07:54:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:03:43.715-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>So I look out into the world wondering how much could really be out there.  What is meant to happen, or are things even meant to happen at all?  There has always been a struggle between opposing sides.  I guess without the struggle life wouldn't be the same.  There is evolution vs creation, good vs bad, fate vs coincedence and so on.  All in all it seems as though the universe tends to balance itself out.  We kind of learned about all this kidna stuff during my class last semester, On the Lillypond.  I feel that Dr. Greenwell really opened up a spiritual side of me that I never really knew existed.  She taught us things like 'no mind' which is a state of mind that thoughts are cleared from your head and everything is viewed in the presesnt.  I also enjoyed learning about true happiness.  This can be achieved when an individual is totally content with his or her life.  For, if there is nothing that person desires, there is no room for one not to be happy since s/he has everything that they need.  Lillypond was an interesting and unique class to take during my senior year.  I enjoyed learning and would recommend it to all those who want to experience something out of the ordinary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-5661941639221714514?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5661941639221714514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=5661941639221714514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5661941639221714514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5661941639221714514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/05/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-6110393594017275543</id><published>2007-05-06T14:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:37.451-10:00</updated><title type='text'>So uh, a paper bag.</title><content type='html'>A brown paper bag can say many things.  It's such a mysterious object, all brown and papery.  Who whould have thought that such a simple idea could revolutionize my lunch bag experience.  It is a combination of durability and breathability and the ease of dispensability in a single package.  It is cheap and also easy to acquire.  I've even begun to use paper bags as pillows and an occasional mask for time to time when I am lacking better materials to get the job done.  I guess I like the paper bag so much because of my liking of thigns that have mulitple uses.  I consider myself a fairly environmentally aware person and I know that waste does to the environment.  So, I believe that using thigns to their full potential is really doing a favor to the cause of saving our Earth.  Things might not always be that elegant or expensive but hey as long as it's useful right?  The best feeling is when I find something that has another use.  I like to be resourceful like using.. I don't know, old carboard boxes for airsoft forts.  It is like having a mini stroke of genious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-6110393594017275543?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6110393594017275543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=6110393594017275543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6110393594017275543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6110393594017275543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-uh-paper-bag.html' title='So uh, a paper bag.'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-6409075991833691752</id><published>2007-05-06T13:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:15:44.172-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Speaking of all this end-of-school talk, how about that summertime.  I love the summer.  It's free of school work that I definitely could do without.  Its so hard to make it through the school year with the thought that summer had passed and will take so long to come.  In the summmer, the beach is so nice.  The past summer, I caught some sick waves bodyboarding down in the south shore.  See during the summer is when the usually big-waved north shore turns smalla nd the bulk of the action is seen on the south shore.  Seeing that I live on the south shore, I like that.  No drive, no wait, just beach whenever I feel like it.  Dropping in is the greatest, exhilurating feeling in the world.  The surge of the water is soon in tail and the thought of the crushing force that is soon to come bears on my mind.  The ocean is a beautiful place and needs to be taken with a grain of salt, figuratively.  I has unmeasureable power and gives life but can also take it away.  Summer is a time when I can chill with the guys and meet more girls.  Birthday bash at the Waikiki SHell is also one of the best times of the year.  Halfway through the three month sesh is when Birthday bash comes.  It is the best time of the year straight up! I just have oh so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-6409075991833691752?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6409075991833691752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=6409075991833691752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6409075991833691752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6409075991833691752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/05/heck-yeah.html' title='Heck Yeah!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-5721546426138408914</id><published>2007-05-06T13:06:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:42:07.930-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow We Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>So anyways, it hit me this weekend that school is really winding down to a close.  Let's just recap on some of the past, year-end signals I've experienced in the past few weeks.  Well, first off we passed the 4th quarter mark and hey, in my books, that's quite a landmark event.  4th quarter means we're practically done with school and the 'senioritis' kicks in for most.  My personal view on the whole senioritis deal is kind of frayed.  Like most people, I feel that I have the right to relax and let loose a little bit.  I mean, I im in college already and as long as I don't fail I should be ok.  However, there is the other side of me that got me through the other 15 quarters in my high school career that tells me not to let up.  I guess what I've decided to do is let myself a little slack in a way.  I can't bring myself to totally not do any work at all, but rather I just do what I need to do.  Hrm... anyways back to the checklist.  The next thing that came along was prom.  Prom was in the end of April which means May is next and the end of may is graduation.  Prom was pretty fun in my opinion.  Well, it was much better than my Junior Function atleast.  My date was good seeing that she was willing to dance the whole time.  I had a fun time but wish I didn't fall asleep so early at the afterparty.  Just yesterday we had Holoku.  Now Holoku is really a big signal of the end of the year.  Kind of like the bat signal, but all metaphorical and such.  Anyways, none the less the year is coming to an end and I'm excited to graduate.  Shoots, let's get saucy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-5721546426138408914?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5721546426138408914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=5721546426138408914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5721546426138408914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5721546426138408914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-we-wow-wow.html' title='Wow We Wow Wow'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-9060136379002989626</id><published>2007-04-27T13:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T13:20:09.824-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stuff About Snow</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the randomness and disorganization but I feel the need to BRAINSTORM!  The white powder gets into my eyes, a blinding continuum of mini fresh-from-the-freezer wiffle balls.  Each flake that takes a glance at my cheek or nose bleeds into a cool, clear liquid.  The fluff begins to accumulate atop the plastic carbonate board attached to my feet below.  It is almost as if it signifies natures ability to overcome all that is foreign and unnatural.  Snow is nature’s blanket.  Harry Potter’s cloak of invisibility minus the invisible part and a lot colder.  It is the end of reds, oranges and yellows, the colors of autumn past.  Pure.  Carve it with a board.  Fresh powder vs. icy crap, you get both on a tall mountain.  Storms arise from time to time.  Gale force winds spin plumes of powder into tall funnels that dance on top the icy tundra.  Off into the distance, sno                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     wcapped peaks rise amongst the clouds.  A white on white display posted on a baby blue backing.  Just always remember a simple saying: Yellow snow is a no-go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-9060136379002989626?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/9060136379002989626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=9060136379002989626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/9060136379002989626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/9060136379002989626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-stuff-about-snow.html' title='Some Stuff About Snow'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-3260432037098422862</id><published>2007-04-27T12:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:56:11.526-10:00</updated><title type='text'>They Killed the Electric Car!</title><content type='html'>So... the question posed to us by a recently viewed video was, "who killed the electric car?"  At first reaction, I was straight up thinking, "what is this even about?"  The video began and I was soon engulfed in the greatness of this electric GM EV1 car that I had never heard of.  Celeberities were singing praises of glory to the spectacular car that ran off of all electricity, something that seems like the  world really needs at this time.  Even Mel Gibson with his funny looking, 300(the movie)-esque beard had something excellent to say about his cool electric car! It made me really want an electric car.  I would drive around all stealh like(within my 100 mile range of course) and be cool and environmentally friendly.  Everyone wants to be environmentally friendly nowdays. See, the only problem with this electric car is that, as great as it was, the people at GM who made the car no longer wanted them out on the road.  The movie led up to the sad truth that ALL of the EV1's were rounded up and put to death.  It honestly kind of sucked seeing all those cool cars.. well cool in theory, they actually looked kind of weird.. getting crushed.  It made me mad to think that something so good, clean and beneficial could be taken away just so that oil companies, car companies and the government would not lose their threshold and profit margins on American//the world's society.  These people are afraid of change and afraid to lose the empire they have built.  However, for the good of the Earth, I think that these people of power need to humble themselves and do what is best for the planet, not what is best for their wallets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-3260432037098422862?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3260432037098422862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=3260432037098422862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/3260432037098422862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/3260432037098422862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-killed-electric-car.html' title='They Killed the Electric Car!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-6579740524723539973</id><published>2007-04-05T19:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:08:07.901-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay it's the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Finally, another great three day weekend broght to you by religion and our beloved American government.  What is there to do this weekend anyways.  See, its good to have the weekend come along but sometimes it seems a little pointless when there is nothing to do on the weekend.  Sometimes I'm torn between staying home and getting things done/ spending time with family and fufilling my own wants by going out and hanging loose with my friends.  Moderation is everything I guess.  Hrmph, what an overused phrase.  But in all truthfulness, it really is true.  Somebody can eat all the vegetables they want but if they dont eat anything else, a good thing can be bad.  I mean, look at all these studies that say, oh chocolate is bad, wine is bad... a few months later what do you know, "new studies have shown chocolate and wine lowers your chances at getting a heart attack!"  Well hey now, I think chocolate will still make you fat.  Whatevers.  Back to the weekend though... Weekends are a time of procrastination.  I always find myself saying, oh three day weekend, I can do my homework the wholleeee time, I'll just relax today.  The day passes, and goes onto the next.  I figure I have a couple more days, why not just put it off again.  Day passes, more days remain, put it off again.  Finally Sunday night comes along and I am stuck with a bunch of homework assignments and can't do anything about em.  Why do we even need to do homework. PSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-6579740524723539973?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6579740524723539973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=6579740524723539973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6579740524723539973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6579740524723539973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-its-weekend.html' title='Yay it&apos;s the Weekend'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-425439279711180114</id><published>2007-04-03T12:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:20:28.249-10:00</updated><title type='text'>College Time Eh?</title><content type='html'>Well first of all, I don't know how much people look into the significance of the title but I woulda said hey 'eh' &gt;&gt; Canada, oh my goodness, he's going to college in Canada!  We'll whoever is reading this probably didn't think like that but that's okay, its just the strange way my brain connects one thing to another i guess.  So yeah, college decisions were a pretty big thing.  Think about it, it's like one of the biggest decisions a young person has to make.  It is the first time I will be moving away from home and living by myself.  Also, since I was at my high school since kindergarten, I've never really experienced the whole, 'new school, new people' thing.  I think it will be interesting to see what I can do to make a name for myself in such a big college.  To some people it seems to come so easy.  They can be put in a room with a bunch of peole they dont know and next thing you know, they are talking and making everyone laugh.  I want to know how to do that.  I think a lot of it is about presentation and outlook on the world and those around you.  Perhaps I just need to be more outgoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-425439279711180114?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/425439279711180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=425439279711180114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/425439279711180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/425439279711180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/04/college-time-eh.html' title='College Time Eh?'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-1607430374004344966</id><published>2007-04-02T08:42:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:51:56.457-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Forget</title><content type='html'>I feel like my life has recently been full of forgetfulness.  From my incident this weekend in leaving my backback in my friends car to the simple leaving my lunch at home, each misstep has built a web of confusion in my mind.  Forgetting my backpack this weekend meant no homework for me.  As good as it sounds, it really wasn't that great.  You really realize how much you are missing when something does go missing.  It's kind of like when you lose something.  "You don't know what you have till it's gone." Oh how true that quote is.  One time I can recall forgetting my cellphone at a beach house I went to during summer vacation.  Cell phones are probably the worst, ABSOLUTE WORST, things to lose, break or forget.  When I forgot mine, I felt so disconnected from everyone.  Unless I were to memorize all the numbers in my phonebook, which I didn't, I had pretty much no connection to any of my friends, nor did they have any connection to me.  I guess it is kind of weird how much I have come to take my cellphone for granted though.  It wasn't till 8th or 9th grade that I got a cellphone.    Nowdays you even see third and fourth graders with them.  It's crazy.  OKAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-1607430374004344966?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1607430374004344966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=1607430374004344966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/1607430374004344966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/1607430374004344966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-forget.html' title='Time to Forget'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-7270713390176878410</id><published>2007-03-29T08:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:04:57.437-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break has Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>Hello all you people who read or rather don't read these blogs.  I guess I can't say much for myself either.  I don't really venture out into the world of Blogger to find blogs to read... even though I probably should.  None the less, Spring Break has ended with a subtle sizzle after a weekend at my friends beach house on the North Shore.  It was pretty chill, just us friends, the beach and a lot of steaks.  Most likely the peak of my last Spring Break as a high school student.  However, looking back on the spring breaks of my past makes me wonder.  I expect so much to happen during every waking moment, that when reality sets in and I find myself in the midst of break, I find it no different that any other weekend.  Just, 3 times longer.  I think this goes to show that either, 1. I need to plan better or 2. I need to lower my expectations.  I don't know... Maybe I just need to accept the fact that life will not be exciting unless I make it excititng.  I should stop relying on other people to bring the fun and bring it myself!  GOOD IDEA HUH!  But, bringing the fun isn't always that easy.  Bringing the fun can sometimes mean bringing myself stress.  I remember the one time I was in charge of handling the 'after function' party, and oh boy was that exciting.  I was extremely stressed out when we found out the hotel lobby was closed off to people without room keys so we had to go through a huge ordeal with sneaking people though the back stairway.  To get to my point, it takes some planning to be party master and if you aint ready  to handle what comes with planning, you're in for a boring spring break... if that makes any sense at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-7270713390176878410?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7270713390176878410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=7270713390176878410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/7270713390176878410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/7270713390176878410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Spring Break has Come and Gone'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-276797906236517781</id><published>2007-03-13T21:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:43:22.710-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip: Sumore!</title><content type='html'>Okay well last time on ROAD TRIP, we just visited McDonalds.  I went on quite the rant about how McDonalds breakfast is good but will make you have big love handles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after McDonalds and buying ice and water to drink we headed out to pick up our only female companion on the trip.  This female friend of ours is very funny and decided that we needed to bring her along for our amazing adventure.  Okay but yeah on our way down to her house, my friend and I who were sitting in the truck bed found out a literally 'not so hot' truth.  Well, see when we woke up the sky was pretty overcast.  When we started driving, it started to rain.  Yes, cold+rain equals not much fun.  It was pretty interesting how we developed different methods of staying dry and out of the wind.  As unpleasant the experience was, it was amusing to see what kind of things we came up with to stay somewhat comfortable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after picking up our friend, we started to head out to Waimea bay, the first stop on the agenda.  The sky was overcast the whole way there and we weren't gettin much more cover there in the truck bed.  The wind cut pretty deep and basically chilled right down to the bone.  I couldn't belive it got that cold in Hawaii.  By the way, that ride from Ala Moana to Waimea is about an hour, so just imagine... the cold... brrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we eventually did arrive with all limbs still fuctional.  The clouds still hadn't really cleared yet though.  We grabbed our boards in anticipation of the waves to come.  The surf report gave us a nice estimated 2-3 feet on the west/north facing shores so we seemed to be in for a treat!  I must say, I am not the greatest of bodyboarders but I have my moments from time to time.  I'm sometimes even scared to hit up the big waves.  They look so intimidating like they are just going to drop you off the top and right into the sand.  I dunno, I did okay out there that day though.  KDENS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-276797906236517781?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/276797906236517781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=276797906236517781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/276797906236517781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/276797906236517781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-trip-sumore.html' title='Road Trip: Sumore!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-4620101731336165754</id><published>2007-03-13T20:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:28:42.209-10:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP: the continuation!</title><content type='html'>SO anyways back to the story of the road trip.. Hrm where was I.. well I kind of forget where I was in my story, but I'll start from where I think I was.  It's really the best I could do. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it is Saturday morning and we have planned to embark early, and I mean EARLY like 6:30 early!  Well, I guess it doesn't sound that early but when you go to sleep at 3:00am after a night of having fun, 6:30 seems really early.  I probably should have gotten to bed earlier because I knew we were going to leave really early, but hey it was a Friday night and I didn't have to go home.  What other excuse do I need to go do what I want?  So yeah, it's about 6:45 and we're on our way to pick up some ice for the cooler and breakfast at McDonalds.  Oh and might I add, McDonalds has quite possibly, the best breakfast EVERRRRR.  However, the catch is that I never wake up early enough to buy breakfast there and it makes me pretty sad.  They should do a Jack in the Box deal and serve breakfast ALL day!  Oh man, that would be great.  I love those golden brown hash browns, deep fried in all that scrumcious oil!  Hah, nah but seriously, McDonalds should really consider the 24 hour breakfast, that would be choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, I wonder how many other people would want McDonalds to serve an all day breakfast.  AND oh man, I also wanna know if McDonald's breakfast is more unhealthy than their lunches.  If you think about it, breakfast has portugese sausage, ham, spam, eggs, hash browns and oh, McGriddles(SUUUPER FATTY!).  Lunch has fries, burgers... uh fries and burgers.  I don't know, a 24 hour breakfast would make America even fatter.  GREAT.  Let's high five to that one.  So in essence, I guess we could say that McDonalds is actually doing America a favor by not serving breakfast all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I guess I didn't really get past that whole first part of the road trip.  That's okay though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-4620101731336165754?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4620101731336165754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=4620101731336165754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/4620101731336165754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/4620101731336165754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-trip-continuation.html' title='ROAD TRIP: the continuation!'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-7683052646684176811</id><published>2007-03-12T13:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:24:06.660-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>Okay all you local &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;braddahs&lt;/span&gt; when was the last time you went around the island of Oahu?  Long time ago? Not too long ago? Well, lucky for you, I just performed this arduous feat over the weekend.  Well, here's how it all began. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, my friends and I were just crusing on a Saturday night with nothing to do.  We cycled through the norms, movies, video games, mall, but nothing really sounded appealing.  So, after a quick run down to and a meal at Wahoo's Fish Tacos, we continued our debate about how to make our night fufilling.  Suddenly, like a brick flying through a glass window on a hot summer day in July, glass flying everywhere and being worried about stepping on some of it, an idea came to mind!  WHY NOT DRIVE AROUND THE ISLAND!  WOW! WOW! WOW!  Yeah, I was pretty stoked about this idea.  Unfortunately, we did not have a digital camera, or any camera for that matter.  Plus, it was about 8:30 at night.  It kind of threw a bucket of damper on our little party in our minds.  We ended up just hanging out at my friends house that night.  Not so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, luckily the idea was revived.  A Jesus of nazereth feat!  Yes, it was a Wednesday and the boys and I did not want to be stuck with another uneventful weekend, something that seemed to plauge us quite often.  So we began the plan dubbed: MANOA-NALO-MANOA.  Okay, well we actually didn't come up with a name for the trip, and the name that I just made up "Manoa-Nalo-Manoa" is horrible.  But, anyways, with the plan in motion we took an all out swing at the fences to create, what could possibly be, the best weekend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day drew closer.  It was planned for Saturday where we would embark at around 7:00 to our first destination wherever it might be.   I dunno. Actually I think I'll end it here.  My next post will be about the epic journey. OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-7683052646684176811?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7683052646684176811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=7683052646684176811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/7683052646684176811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/7683052646684176811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-trip-beginning.html' title='Road Trip: The Beginning'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-3195018455372871238</id><published>2007-03-07T13:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:34:08.982-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is a Tricky Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNZhsJVdMs/Re9JyZDPO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YzpM2dG_TI8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNZhsJVdMs/Re9JyZDPO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YzpM2dG_TI8/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039327638117628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is an amazing thing.  I mean, you kind of end up taking it for granted, but really, if  you actually think about it a multitude of thoughts and ideas come to mind.  Well, it does for me atleast.  Like just looking back on this school year that has gone by so quickly.  I can remember coming back to school on the first day after summer ended thinking, "Will this ever end?"  They school year seemed like such a unexhaustable journey that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to embark on.  I guess what I'm trying to convey is the way time can change depending on the circumstances.  When I'm in a boring class I spend my time just looking at the clock, doodling around and destressing over how only three minutes went by.  I guess I can attribute this to my unwillingness to be in the moment.  However, compared to an awesome day out bodysurfing or a night of fishing, time seems to just blaze by in an instant.  Hah wouldn't it be great if you could slow down the fun times and just speed up the lame?  But, back to my point, time really is mysterious.  I guess it seems to go bye faster because I am occupied.  The constant barrage of thoughts, ideas and flat out fun keeps me out of the boredom!  An idle mind is simply the root of a long, exhausting day so keep yourself busy. KDENS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-3195018455372871238?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3195018455372871238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=3195018455372871238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/3195018455372871238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/3195018455372871238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-is-amazing-thing.html' title='Time is a Tricky Beast'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GuNZhsJVdMs/Re9JyZDPO0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YzpM2dG_TI8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-5887987262816462442</id><published>2007-03-01T09:32:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:09:39.545-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddling SUCKS</title><content type='html'>So paddling finished last week and boy am I relived.  See paddling this year was pretty rediculous in my opinion.  I guess it all started when I went away for Christmas break.    See, being a senior and having quite a good record for racing in the three years past, I figured I'd atleast be garunteed a spot on the Mixed crew.  I went on my trip (awesome trip by the way but thats for another blog)to visit my colleges and do a little snowboarding.  However, much to my surprise, when I came back I found that the crew had been set and I wasn't on it.  Great just what I needed.  So with my options now restricted to the varsity II crew, I was pretty frustrated and frankly, pissed off.  I really didn't want to paddle for Varsity II during my senior year.  I knew the crew was going to blow because of the people that were on the crew and how they handled themselves.  I was so used to winning atleast second place in the races that having such a straight up shitty crew was going to suck for senior year.  I tried to complain to the coaches but in all seriousness, I knew they weren't going to do anything to change what they had already set.  I was really mad because the people they chose to be on the mixed crew were ALL new.  They had never touched a paddle before and had horrible timing and all the other things that made a good paddler.  I feel like I was cheated out of a right that I should have been given and in result, I had a miserable season paddling for the Varsity II.     What made things even worse was that one of my friends that had also paddled with me for all three years prior also got cut from the mixed crew.  He hadn't even gone away for the winter break either!  The coaching was rediculous.  She even put a guy that was completely useless to the team in the boat.  Me and my friend could both pull more weight than him and were just as good as blending with the rest of the crew.  Paddling is possibly the worse coached sport at my school and I don't know.. It makes me mad to talk about this again and I realize my organization has gotten bad in the latter part of this post but it's just because I really dislike this whole situation.  Alright. Well atleast I get to lift weights again now that the season is done.  SHOOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-5887987262816462442?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5887987262816462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=5887987262816462442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5887987262816462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/5887987262816462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/03/paddling-sucks.html' title='Paddling SUCKS'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-8240117960786527450</id><published>2007-02-26T19:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:33:34.576-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-Up Class: Walk Around 'da Hood'</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, here's the story.  It was Friday, and I had just gotten out of math class (perhaps the hardest class ever) still trying to stuff what was left of the day's lesson into my brain.  Glad that the day was finally over and the weekend had arrived I had a sat down on our bench up by Alexander, let loose and just chilled with the boys.  An hour or so went bye, and noticed people were starting to get out of their classes when it suddenly hit me.  &lt;i&gt;Oh god, I missed composition.&lt;/i&gt;  Honestly, I've never missed class before and I had no idea what to do.  I frantically asked my friends what the procedure was for missing class, should I see the deans? Take it to Mr. Watson? GAH!  I decided Mr. W would be a good person to start with, y'know teachers are people, he'll understand... Atleast I hope he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess thats what brought me to write this post.  See, the world didn't end with my accidental absence from class.  Rather, a unique, interesting and until now unheard of idea was born.  Mr. W suggested to me that to make up class, I take a 25-30 minute walk around my neighborhood and blog what I discover!  So, I guess here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from school today (Monday) and grabbed my dog to give him the exercise he needs along with completing my make-up class.  I went down the grassy hill, maybe about five feet tall, and first realized how many more people were actually out and about.  I normally take my dog walking real late at night, say around... 11'o clock, and see nobody.  It's just cold and lonely on the streets that late.  So to see all the 'action' was a new discovery to me.  Well, I actually don't always like running into people on the road while walking my dog, Koge.  See, he's a pomeranian, Japanese spitz mix and tends to get a lot of attention.  When I get into these little 'confrontations' with passing pedestrians or other dog walkers, they always comment on how cute he is.  Seriously, what am I supposed to say to that? "Oh, thanks! He thinks you're cute too!" Hah I dont know, I always get an awkward feeling whenever something like that comes around.  Anyways, as I continued on my walk, I noticed what a safe-looking neighborhood I live in.  Honestly, no offence, but if I lived in Kalhihi or Waianaie, I don't know if I would have been so comfortable with the whole neighborhood walk idea.  But, what brought me to this conclusion was the landscaping that the association had done and all the matching buildings and such (I live in a townhouse).  I guess it kind of my thinking told me that if flowers and bushes can grow on the side of the road, then people here must be cool.  If that makes sense at all.  Well, I actually did hear a study was done that a group of people planted a tree on every block of a city and crime rates in those areas were reduced by a certain percentage.  Who thinks of these studies anyways?  So, yeah hm.. what else did I notice... Well I passed by the movie theatres in the shoping center at the bottom of my hill and thought about how good of a date palce it would make.  Not too many people come out to Ko'olau Theatres and there are some prime date spots up in my neighborhood.  I guess I just need to figure out how that will work out.  Well I think its about time I wind this here blog down.  Its been fun... talking to myself.  Hah but okay, blog you guys later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-8240117960786527450?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8240117960786527450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=8240117960786527450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/8240117960786527450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/8240117960786527450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-up-class-walk-around-da-hood.html' title='Make-Up Class: Walk Around &apos;da Hood&apos;'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323762013777856487.post-6509324251714974322</id><published>2007-02-16T13:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:24:45.631-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aloha kakahiaka ka kou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2323762013777856487-6509324251714974322?l=itsmeaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6509324251714974322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2323762013777856487&amp;postID=6509324251714974322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6509324251714974322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2323762013777856487/posts/default/6509324251714974322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmeaaron.blogspot.com/2007/02/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10021468467795563628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
