Jessica explained to me how she was writing haiku instead of doing her homework and she needed help with a word or two. That in turn inspired me to think about haiku, and then I wrote three. After that I got really interested in it and looked up a few websites to figure out what the real rules of haiku were. I think it depends on who you ask. Anyway, I might as well share, no point in keeping them to myself.

each day is spent with
no goals being accomplished
simply existing

observing the world
recording it with haiku
I express myself

With the rain outside
washing away all the sad
I can start again

So far the most fun thing on my birthday was going to Taco Bell and finding that they had sporks. In my opinion a spork is the epitome of a utensil. I got to eat the dregs of my nachos with a spork. What a great day.

Addendum: I was talking to Aimee tonight and she used a spork the other day and thought of me. I guess years ago I used to go on about my admiration of the spork as well. That is so awesome.

left here looking for girls that glow in the dark

no one hears me sing this song

No jury duty today. Crossing my fingers for tomorrow too.

Ok, so why has no one ever made me listen to the Pixies before? I always have heard of them because they are constantly mentioned by other bands and rock critics, but never got around to buying an album or anything, mostly because I didn’t know where to start. I got an import of Surfer Rosa and Come on Pilgrim on one disc the other day. Unbelievable. I have to say that upon my first three listens I like the stuff from Surfer Rosa better. It fits perfectly in with the type of music that I like. I’m disappointed in my friends who know of the Pixies and never forced me to listen to them.

hold your head high

April rules. She bought me a huge bag of candy in advance for helping her rid her computer of spyware. Caramel Apple Pops, Shockers, Skittles, and a mix of Reese’s, Rolos, and Kisses. Yum Yum Yum. I think I might have actually fixed her computer too.

I am on flickr now. It’s a place to share photos. I am here: http://flickr.com/photos/mrwilloby/.

In other happenings, I am waiting to see if I will be called in for Jury Duty. I’ve got a job for tomorrow, but when I call in between 10 and 11 they might require me to show up at the courthouse at 1pm. I don’t know what to do then. No one would want me on a jury anyway. My opinions about law are way too extreme. I’m pretty much an anarchist.

lost in our little lives

Last Friday I was listening to Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot again. A few weeks ago I could not stop listening to the song “Reservations.” I would play it over and over again. I think it was because I desperately wished that the feelings expressed in that song were something like ones that someone could be feeling towards me because that would be at least some kind of explanation rather than silence. At that point I was willing to listen to any excuse, any reason, any acknowledgement of any feelings or lack thereof. I just wanted to hear something.

When I played that song again on Friday all of my old feelings that I associated with it were gone. My wishing that it could be applied to me from someone else’s point of view was not there anymore. My feelings had dried up and died. I remember thinking that’s what it felt like. I didn’t feel sad, angry, relieved, or anything really. I felt a void, but it wasn’t bad. The way things were handled made it really easy for me to let go, move on, and walk away.

how can I convince you it’s me I don’t like
not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
when I’ve always been distant
and I’ve always told lies
for love

I’m bound by these choices so hard to make
I’m bound by the feeling so easy to fake
none of this is real
enough to take me
from you

O I’ve got reservations
about
so many things
but
not about you

I know this isn’t what you were wanting me to say
how can I get closer and be further away
from the truth
that proves it’s beautiful
to lie

I’ve got reservations
about
so many things
but
not about you
I…reservations
about
so many things
but
not about you

not about you
not about you
not about you
it’s not about you