Possibly because I'm working on my Walden paper. Somehow, all I can think about is Emerson though.
Ralph Waldo Emerson Haiku
Ralph says that being a
transparent eyeball does not
mean you're albino.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
It may not be raining men, but it is getting nice out and critters are coming out and the birds are back! It's picnic time.
Picnic Time Haiku
Forget about class,
forget about money, let's
rejoice, feast, and love.
Andrew Bird Haiku
I don't care if you're
thirty five and famous, I
want to marry you.
If you can't tell, I am extremely excited about Andrew Bird tonight!!!
Picnic Time Haiku
Forget about class,
forget about money, let's
rejoice, feast, and love.
Andrew Bird Haiku
I don't care if you're
thirty five and famous, I
want to marry you.
If you can't tell, I am extremely excited about Andrew Bird tonight!!!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Cats
As usual, cats are significant in more ways than one. I miss my cat at home, I miss Carrie's cats, I miss Hannah's cats, I miss Katie and Christy's cats, I miss Michael's cat. However, this is not what I'm referring to. You see, last night a few of my school chums and I watched a few clips from the award winning musical Cats, and we noticed that one of the characters bore a strange resemblance to Tim Curry. It had to be him.
Tim Curry Haiku:
Your career reflects
your genius. Were you in Cats?
Please, just admit it!
Tim Curry Haiku:
Your career reflects
your genius. Were you in Cats?
Please, just admit it!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
About yesterday's post...
Turns out the growling guy was actually mentally or physically handicapped. Oops.
I'm totally PC Haiku:
I.
Homosexual,
not faggot; vagina, not
cunt. Let's be polite.
II.
Handicapped, not dumb
or crippled; diversity
is a special gift.
III.
Police Officer,
not policeman; escort, not
prostitute. Be nice.
I'm totally PC Haiku:
I.
Homosexual,
not faggot; vagina, not
cunt. Let's be polite.
II.
Handicapped, not dumb
or crippled; diversity
is a special gift.
III.
Police Officer,
not policeman; escort, not
prostitute. Be nice.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Friday the 13th
Was there even a power outage this morning as promised? At any rate, I feel that today deserves a haiku, and right now I am in the HUB, and some guy behind me is actually growling and howling. It's pretty weird. I don't know if he actually has a problem, or he's doing this to be funny.
Werewolf Haiku
I'd like to shoot you
with a silver bullet so
you'll shut the fuck up!
Werewolf Haiku
I'd like to shoot you
with a silver bullet so
you'll shut the fuck up!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"I bet you I can clear a whole bottle of vodka in one swig..."
Friday, February 6, 2009
Stress
I am not enjoying our mercer house hunt. I feel like my group, or at least a couple members, do not understand that signing a 12 month lease when I intend to leave the country after one quarter is simply out of the question. After turning down a house that would have worked just fine had we taken the time to prepare for it, now apartments that are for rent right NOW instead of September are being looked at.
I am frustrated with the group and I don't know if I'll enjoy Mercer goes Greek tomorrow night. I still need to find a job, and I need to read and write.
I have lost my voice so there's only one thing left to do. I'm tappin' out. Even though I bought the wrong flavor of dimetapp.
Tapp'd Out Haiku:
When your body won't
function, dimetapp will solve
all of life's problems.
Unless your problems are liver and kidney related.
I am frustrated with the group and I don't know if I'll enjoy Mercer goes Greek tomorrow night. I still need to find a job, and I need to read and write.
I have lost my voice so there's only one thing left to do. I'm tappin' out. Even though I bought the wrong flavor of dimetapp.
Tapp'd Out Haiku:
When your body won't
function, dimetapp will solve
all of life's problems.
Unless your problems are liver and kidney related.
All things that are good
Even though it is gross and rainy out today, I realized that I have been happier since I have been outside more than I used to. When you are outside, even in overdeveloped Seattle, you still get to see goofy things that animals do. Last week, I saw about 15 birds of different species all standing on a police car, staring ominously. The other day, Linden and I saw a strange looking seagull. Today a baby squirrel ran up to my feet, looked up for a few seconds, then scurried away when it saw some crumbs on the ground.
Fat Retarded Seagull Haiku
You poor, neckless bird,
do the other birds like you?
Must you live alone?
I Miss My Cat Haiku
Hey there big girl. Are
you getting love at home? I
miss you all the time.
Fat Retarded Seagull Haiku
You poor, neckless bird,
do the other birds like you?
Must you live alone?
I Miss My Cat Haiku
Hey there big girl. Are
you getting love at home? I
miss you all the time.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
As a writer....
Pissin' me off!!!!
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YOu know what's a beautiful thing? A wine cube.
haha i'm not an alcoholic, i haven't drunk in two weeks
i'm wasted on art
you can get it at target
it's ecofriendly. it's a legit boxed wine.
!!!!!!
This girl is really pissin' me off. Day after day she talks about this art she produces, but is resistant to show the fruits of her labor. Really all day she just walks around Ballard and eats too much chocolate. She admires herself in the mirror. She is dead to me.
As a writer Haiku (pt. 494994949)
I am a writer.
I can call it blush if I
want to. I drink wine.
oh, by the way betch, fuck you!
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YOu know what's a beautiful thing? A wine cube.
haha i'm not an alcoholic, i haven't drunk in two weeks
i'm wasted on art
you can get it at target
it's ecofriendly. it's a legit boxed wine.
!!!!!!
This girl is really pissin' me off. Day after day she talks about this art she produces, but is resistant to show the fruits of her labor. Really all day she just walks around Ballard and eats too much chocolate. She admires herself in the mirror. She is dead to me.
As a writer Haiku (pt. 494994949)
I am a writer.
I can call it blush if I
want to. I drink wine.
oh, by the way betch, fuck you!
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