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2002-10-27

Dear Diary,

Hawaii sure is fun! I snuck out of the house super early and took a bus to a mountain and climbed the mountain, and then I just sat there on top of it like one of those guys. I felt sort of bad about sneaking out but I had to because the family I’m staying with are so nice that they would surely have found a way to foil my plans, they’re the kind of people who if you tell them you’re going jogging they won’t allow it, they will insist on driving you. The mountain – my mountain – was really great and from my lofty perch I could see for many miles in all directions. I am sort of a seasoned hiker so I had brought a tasty meal of dried mangos and Ho-hos that I consumed with great zeal. The weather on top of my mountain was very nice! This guy showed up, another hiker except he came from the wrong direction as if he actually lived in the rain forest and only on occasion went into civilization. He was wearing a special hat with a ring of little dingle-balls on strings that I sort of hated and yet coveted at the same time. Also he had a bunch of patches sewn onto his knapsack and he was wearing goiters on his feet, which are generally only used by arctic explorers to keep snow out of your boots. Now here was a guy who was quite intent on looking like a rugged backwoodsman. I thought if would be a good idea to offer him some advice since I was sitting on top of the mountain and everything but the only things I could think of involved his moustache which didn’t seem very appropriate. After a while he went charging back down the mountain and I had the place to myself so I decided to make a few phone calls, I called a whole bunch of people back in Los Angeles to invite them to our halloween disguise party and for some reason I didn’t tell anyone that I was sitting on top of a mountain in hawaii. Isn’t that funny?

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