i tried my best to leave this all on your machine

Okay, so I thought I'd let another night slip by without a blog entry, that I'd just peruse my usual porn sites, get a little giddy about the camping trip, and go to bed.

But I just stumbled across one of the most amusing stacks of notebook paper that I've seen in a long time.

Apparently, when I was still in high school, I declared a Random Haiku Day. I wrote some, and others wrote some. Highlights include:

old poet
gets kicks hanging around ponds
...inner meaning...

I know of maybe two people in the entire world who could tell me the name of the poet I'm making fun of. (I did so because of the two weeks spent breaking down one single haiku.) One person was there throughout the whole thing. The other is thom.

jesus fucking ape shit
just stop testing the intercom
we know you're there.

cat pounces
fly makes narrow escape
blinds torn.

time glides as molasses
the clocks don't tick here
they oooozzze

That one was one of my personal favorites. Judging from the handwriting, it seems like one of my own.

i think that i like breasts
i don't know why i'm writing in french
mmm... breasts

smoke rises
devastation throughout
another cigarette dead

Come to think of it, a lot of these have a distinct "me" ring to them. This one, however, was not mine:

badgers bite your head.
people watch you fall down, hurt.
badgers worldwide win.

Bob Hunsicker, wherever you are, you're my hero.

I also found some stuff from my angsty drawing phase... most of it, now that I look at it, is pretty morbid. My favorite features a girlfriend (turned close friend, later) with whom I'd had a nasty falling-out at the time. It's really insane, thinking about how much bitterness I was trying to squeeze out in one picture.

However, with all that said and done, I am so damn excited about this camping trip. A bunch of us got together tonight to plan the specifics, and with each passing day it feels like more and more pieces are falling into place.

Speaking of falling into place, I went to a party with Francis on Friday night, and I distinctly remember falling into a bed. I woke up in a walk-in closet. My memories of the time between those two events are dizzy, hazy, and they return a 404 when I try to recall details. (GOD I am a dork.)

Needless to say, Saturday hurt. Ooh, and it looks like Francis is going to be able to come camping too. Qu'est excitant.

Thankfully, the weekend of headaches and shafted sleep schedules is over. Now, back to my regularly scheduled insomnia.

(DB) out.