holy crap.

I wish growing up was easier. I am going to be 25 soon and I sure as hell am not ready for that. I am about to drink a Tecate that I put in the freezer to chill while listening to some Clem Snide. That is my Thursday night. I think I am just going to pretend I am 22 for about 5 more years. Deal.

No haves been blogging

I suck at blogging, but I am bored at the moment so I am going to try to do better. I think I am just going to blog songs I am all about at the moment.

RIGHT NOW:

Justin Townes Earle - Yuma

Lemonheads - Confetti

Bruce Springsteen - Atlantic City

I may be losing my mind.

I was bored and Facebook creeping. Strange. Aanyway, I saw that Steven had posted that he liked bananas inside him on Bob's wall. I laughed for like 7 minutes. I must really be losing it.

ENERGY!!

I took too much no explode and I am trying to waste a few minutes before I go running. I thought blogging was a good choice. So pretty much I have a dilemma... Should I stay on Kauai, should I move to Oahu, or should I move back to Nebraska...? I am not good with decisions like this so I am just leaving it for future Justin to decide. Pros of staying on Kauai is I am already set up here, I work for a sailing company, and I am about to go running at the beach which backs up to my house. Pros to Oahu include that it is a much more populated island so it is easier to meet people and I could go to school there and work at Best Buy if I so chose. The pros for moving back to Omaha are pretty obvious, but the cons are too. Decisions decisions.

I am an indolent blogger.

I am sitting around the house, bored at 11pm. I am listening to my ipod so I don't have to hear the the sounds coming from other rooms of the house... Today was an interesting day. Our landlord is pretty much out of her mind, and we have been dealing with this fact for awhile. When we first moved in, she had to decide to "let us" move in because she wasn't sure that we could handle the house, and then for 14 months whenever we handed in rent she would berate us about whether we had jobs. We always would say yes, even though the answer should have been "No, unless you count selling meth to the school children up the street a job." Anyway, she called freaking out because the house water bill had been high the last few months due to our toilets running. Somehow this is our fault and because if we "are not responsible enough to take care of the toilets, we are not responsible enough to live here anymore." So pretty much Tim and I have been kicked out of our house because our toilets run all the time... Despite how ridiculously hilarious it is, it is pretty aggravating having a borderline retarded person scold you like a child. So now there is a hunt to find a new place and fast, which in Hawaii where it is $900 a month for a decent studio apartment, this is kind of a hard task. We will see how it goes, I just really wanted to type out some of the details of my crazy landlord while I was still bitter about the ordeal. Pertaining to the same incident, when she came over unannounced to check our toilets she was going off about how we had some rocks in our car port and she did not want them in her house and we had to get rid of them right away before we got sick... Hawaiian legend is that if you take any Hawaiian rocks or sand and move it that bad luck and illness will befall you. This legend is clearly false and something only small children and people with extra chromosomes believe... That being said the rocks in question were granite rocks (not even from Hawaiian lands) that were drunkenly stolen from the Hyatt parking lot. What a bunch of immature douche bags we are, I cannot wait to see how she is going to try and screw us out of our deposit.

It has been a fortnight.

Okay, so I know that a fortnight is 14 days and my last post was about 60 days ago. This does not change that fact that I like the title of this blog post. Being that 60 days have come on gone, I thought it might be a good time to update the goings on of Justin. Blogging during the commercials on Chuck requires me to comment on how awesome the show Chuck is. Aside from always being entertaining, it always has really good music including two of my favorite albums from this year: Frightened Rabbit and Bon Iver. Now that I've got that out of the way that takes me to visiting home in 11 days. 

Going on almost a year I am excited to see how "The big O" has changed. Omaha being what Omaha is, I can't expect it has changed much. I look forward to that. You always hear "You can't go home again" and I hope that is not true. Mostly because I want to go home and drink saki bombs with all of my friends.

As far as Hawaii is concerned life has been pretty good. My job is going well, and we just had a Christmas party that included prime rib and an open bar at one of the nicest restaurants on the island. Needless to say I drank my weight in whiskey. In the next 2 months it seems our house will be pretty busy with tourists of the Nebraskan persuasion. Keith and Josh will be coming out in January, plus Tim's family (Including that douche bag Bob) will be coming out in February. I know there are alternative motives for Tim's family to be coming out here, but I will only recognize that it is to see the beach and to drink Mai Tais. 

Well, that is all I've got for now. I know my punctuation/ grammar sucks, but I don't give a shit.

Balls.

Justin wins both showcases at the showcase showdown.

Every time Tim and go to Costco we play a game called guess the total amount we spent today. I am the returning champion of this really stupid thing we do. Today, I rocked the foundation at Costco when I guessed the exact amount. To the penny I guessed it. I was abnormally excited about this, and even put the receipt on the fridge as a monument to my "Price is right-ing" ability. I promptly forgot about this until I got home from work, saw the receipt and then got really sad about how lame I am.