HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

You heard the dumbass who writes the titles of my post, I'm in history avoidance mode. And I think avoiding all forms of history is a good idea. I mean, you'd never be doomed to repeat it or anything.

Okay, I have very little to write, but with luck the Muse of Procrastination will smite me with inspiration.

...Or not.

Oh, okay. Yesterday we had our first tennis match, the Laguardia tennis team and I, that is. I was paired with some Sophomore and we played doubles, which I promptly failed at horribly because it had been two months since I last played. We lost 8-2 (we play matches of 8 games; they're called pro sets). We shall never speak of this match again. Today, we had another game, because the universe hates me and the joy I would otherwise be capable of feeling. So, this was another doubles match, which we lost 8-3, but wait! I was playing much better despite multiple muscles actually bleating in pain, like wounded lambs. Or yams, which would probably sound a lot different if they could talk. I imagine they would be all like, "Yo, I'm a yam." I think of yams as the bad-asses of the starchy tuber family. They'd be all like, abusing pesticides and stuff. Crazy. Anyway, I was playing much better today, but not at my best, except my doubles partner of the day has apparently never played a doubles match. He is very new to this sport which we in the business refer to as "tennis."

I've met this girl fairly recently, and I kind of like her, and she seems to like me, sure, but I'm getting these weird vibes off of her. I don't know what they mean. They're all like, "Vibe, vibe." Like Pokémon. Vibe.

Okay, gotta eat now, and kill everybody. Then homework.

Nicky

AIM: Jake Aimer
MY E-MAIL! Okayeahwhatever@yahoo.com.