Well, after falling asleep at 3:30 and waking up at 8 (both a.m.) I was looking forward to coming home from school and taking a nap. But no. I started writing in the new journal while one of my classes wrote an in-class essay. It was amazing how much just came pouring out. I had to eventually stop because everyone was done and they were just starting at me. I came home and went through all my memory storage boxes and was consumed for four hours looking at everything I have collected (I am a BAD pack rat) and reading all the notes I ever got in high school (except for a small selection which I believe is stored SOMEWHERE, althoughI have no clue). What an acid trip down memory lane. I had forgotten a lot of my high school days. I laughed at things I could remember and strained to remind myself of the situations the notes were about. I found notes from my ex-girlfriend, my ex-best friend, my first year in America, and so much more. I expected the notes to throw me back into a state of hating my life, but I feel so relieved after reading those notes, but saddened because I miss those people. As turbulent as those times were I had the best friends in the world and I loved them dearly. I still do. I wish I could go back and relive all those times. I hope I run into those people one day and although I know things will not be the same, I just want one more chance to smile and give them a big hug.
April 23, 2002 @ 3:09 pm | So Sayeth Da Kaml

Frighteningly accurate Piscean traversing the rhetorical hills and mountains of NYC and beyond while negotiating life in the 30s. Jack-of-all-trades with divergent tastes and proclivities tending too many creative irons in the fire and, thusly, prone to fits of malaise, neuroses, and some light paranoia. A writer, an actor, a baker, a candlestick maker. Ersatz Caucasian with pop cultural obsessive tendencies. Quietly opining with no stick leaving safe no topic - least of all, himself.Why "camel"? It is an ode to a nickname of yesteryear created in playful jest and ribbing of my birth and upbringing in a land of sand dunes far away. And why not? The camel is a fastidious beast, both feral and demoesticated; a highly evolved beast physiologically unlike other mammals down to their cell-shapes. Ornery, loyal, intelligent, prone to spitting when angry (you should be see ME during a UFC match), and the central character in a straw-involving cliche.
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