"Procrastinator" indeed. I come in occasionally and check stuff out but never DO much. Well, due to a recent apparent loss of most of my data from the last seven years I started going through the insanely rare backups I've made, and made some discoveries.

The first was that I hadn't lost all my data. Just pretty much everything from my last journal entry, a year and a half ago.

The second was that the backups I used to make early in college? I didn't do much to make sure I only backed up important stuff, and so I have things like useless readmes, and stuff that refers to URLs that probably haven't existed in close to a decade, and to people I haven't heard from in a similar length of time.

The third is I still have, in those backups, some hilarious things, such as amusing phone messages, and the one I just opened to read, entitled "600 Pick-Up Lines".

The fourth I actually opened after the last one, and read through without even starting the pick-up lines. The one called "poetry". Which, near as I can tell, is the only copy of my poetry that's survived the last eight years. Originally I wrote them on notebook paper while laying on my bed in high school, my senior year. Then the second round I wrote a year later in an identical fashion. What happened to the originals, I don't know. I'm willing to put money on them being in my house right this minute, but don't care to look for them.

And so, let the posting begin!

*later*
Ah, so good to finally get those out for other people to see. Yeah, that's right. Eight to nine years, and nobody's read them. I'm a terrible poet.