Uncategorized — Harriet @ 2:42 pm

yay for blog haiku
going to molly’s tonight
but will call sometime

at the drift office
researching the true story
of chainsaw massacre

entertainment piece
in time for all hallows eve
very exciting

looking up this guy
quite sick twisted and bizarre
admire from afar

silence of the lambs
texas chainsaw massacre
hitchcocks phsycho too

hannible lecter
norman bates and leatherface
all based on ed gein

what a wierdo freak
grave robber and cannibal
no chainsaws involved

made a woman suit
covering him head to toe
made out of real girls

really disturbing
demented grotesque and more
a transexual

he just wants to be a girl
see just like pinochio
nothing wrong with that.

Uncategorized — A. @ 11:31 am

> Marilyn Manson - I Want To Disappear ” I wanna die young and sell my soul / Use up all your drugs and make me come”
> Marilyn Manson - I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me) “there’s a hole in our soul that we fill with dope / and we’re feelin’ fine”
> Marilyn Manson - User Friendly “use me like I was a whore / relationships are such a bore / deleted the ones that you’ve fucked”

That is very cool
You feeling much much better
Should stop the haikus

They’re kind of fun though
But I really am gonna
Stop writing the things

But just for the blog
I am still a bit obsessed
With their haikuness

Marilyn Manson
I do love him morbidly
He makes gravy songs

Well anyway, halloween is today, I’m washing clothes and I’ve packed up almost everything I own because I’m getting dressed up at Danielle’s. Christine’s been there all morning, but I had to sleep in…I was so exhausted. The trip to HSU was great…very fun. Daniela would have loved it! Yes! You would have. Evil viruses. Well, I’m washing clothes for halloween. We’re going to the concert at the fairgrounds if we can cough up enough money. My costume is going to be splendorific. Well, I should go. I’m going to e-mail Daniela my phone number, we should so do something. And I love my hair! I’m like, shaking my head back and forth and it actually moves! It’s the weirdest thing. Well, I’m going to go check my clothes.

“Oh look you’re just like a VCR, stick something in to know just who you are”
–Marilyn Manson

“The victor will never be asked if he told the truth”
–Adolf Hitler

Uncategorized — Harriet @ 9:48 am

oh and by the way
i’m feeling much better now
one hundred percent

Uncategorized — A. @ 10:26 pm

Went to the HSU design workshop, and wrote haikus all during the trip. Ones I really like have an asterisk (*). Here they are:

Layout design class
HSU on a field trip
I think we should leave

Waiting for Molly
we are very very cold
oh look here they are

Daniela is late
she is not going to come
she has a fever

I bought a muffin
How did Josh and Molly meet?
Want to do Yoga

*Early morning walks
I love the light in the trees
I love these glasses!

Wants to walk her dog
She is from the CCC
No dogs were allowed

Right before I left
I love driving by myself
I talk to myself

There is lots of Elk
There is a really old trail
I saw an eagle.

The woman in back
Could someone crack a window?
Crack is what she gets.

*Molly likes Crsipix
Eats them every morning
they are just like Chex

We must turn it up
Josh says we should blast his song
“Down, down, down,” it says

Black and yellow lines
stretching to infinity
Josh’s music blasts

Wow! Look at the elk!
turkey vulture in windshield
classical music

Road trip with the Drift
Amy’s hairspray smells like
a flaming banana

The sunny sandbar
someone backed into her car
Jesus, who? Susan!

*You should honk your horn
Speed limit is 35
Bicyclists: 10 points.

“Get down,” the song says
We would have had to buy tapes
I can bop and drive

Like no one is there
take a field trip to fern creek
and get married there

*I see two hickmobiles
Dilapidated trailer
Oh crap…it’s Oreck

Hot dogs and jerky
I don’t think we’re gonna stop
Crazy burl sculptures

The street is named harpst
Student Buisiness Services
Ooh…a cute cop

Ooh big tall stairway
gosh it’s like a little town
lots of big tall trees

*carrying propane
a kind of hot guy walks by
must go can’t ogle

Molly must park van
we are critiquing papers
in a giant hall

three of us moved up
he is asking us to rate
our school’s newspaper

these people are weird
this chick has french tip toenails
there are stupids here

I keep a journal
I am not a journalist
Daniela writes too

That old guy is dumb
Psuedo-morals work real well
What an old dumbfuck

This other doofus
Who sits down and right of us
Won’t shut his fat mouth

Intelligent guy
Showing us Maxim pages
Hey, I guess it’s news

An intermission
There are some kind of hot guys
I like this workshop

*Molly needs caffiene
Whoa, there is a huge painting
I love HSU

Love bohemians
We should wander around more
Amy walks real fast

*Molly wants poking
The paper really needs it
Poke in those small blurbs

He likes pics of squirrels
He really likes some drama
Flexibility

I hate my star sign
Scorpios are not too nice
Too many strangers

These weird lumberjacks
This one dude is named Louis
He is the leader

An exacto knife
this one chick is quite tired
we must use scissors

really big pictures
I don’t know why I came here
she loves “do or die”

keep it in your pants
I doubt Louis can cut straight
The chick can’t either

Apples suck badly
I want to start a paper
Maybe I shouldn’t

Is that one sticky?
The sidebar’s about the quake
Stick it under this

I’ve contributed
They are cutting and pasting
We should add a map

Who cares about sports
Shut your motherfucking mouth
Damn irrelevant

I like our paper
It looks like a real paper
We should turn it in

*I see a hot guy
How glorious this place is
I am immature

Oh my god I see
A dude that is quite hotter
They are everywhere

*I should stop writing
People are looking at me
But I don’t quite care

*I see a big stage
People are playing music
Um…and now we eat

Hot guy with nachos
I think I’m in paradise!
This eden of flesh

I want a cell phone
“Trust me, they are not worth it”
“Do you want my food?”

I just can’t get over
The amazing pick of this
Sweet array of guys

We play frisbee on
HSU’s leafy lawn
People think we’re weird

*Lunch is now over
A hot guy is behind me
And not in that way

OVerall package
We’re looking at our pages
Some of them are cool

They’re all the same page
But scorpios chosed different
Our paper sucked

We all crowd around
A big mechanical box
The vending machine

Smells like Eureka
Pot and cigarettes abound
These people are weird

The hot guy is gone
I greatly want to ogle
Where is Daniela????

The hot guy is back
I want to slowly rape him
I think I’m lonely

More like I’m horny
I am having lots of fun
Although I’m tired

Look at all the fonts
Spoonful of nuclear waste
Always the same font

*Fonts are expensive
Different fonts for different jobs
Oh god! Orgasm!

A big pumpkin page
Art and modular layout
Human rights panel

*Data and Drama
Bigh photo, little photo
Oh! It’s a balloon!

A ten-minute break
I have too many pockets
Beer and cigarettes

Better than in there
It’s kind of chilly out here
Are you buying this?

The hot guy’s not hot
I think the class is over
Now go have some fun

Disturbing flashbacks
I can’t believe Peng is a whore
Coming back to me

Funny graffiti
In the little soundproofed room
“I love that cartoon!”

I like Arcata
I see more sorta cute guys
They have fashion sense

Ate at a cool bar
I got a small fish taco
I ate Molly’s fries

Went and got ice cream
Some guy went and carved pumpkins
We had to drive back

We played lots of games
Some of them got real raunchy
We have good humor

Uncategorized — Harriet @ 11:42 am

sorry to hear you’re feeling yucky. sorrier to not be at HSU with you guys. i feel like ass though. blah. this sucks. i wish i had come, but if i had i’d be feeling worse.
feel better, let me know if you need anything.

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