HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

...because today I'm writing this post to avoid MATH. It's usually history, see...

Anyway, I have absolutely nothing to say right now. I just figured that after a while you people would become restless and I must placate you before you rise up against me, forming militant online organizations intent on "doing something about that guy", but all you ever do is bitch about the ending of Akira.

I kind of have a headache, an occurrence which, uh, occurs, every 6 months to 2 years. Actually, there's absolutely no pattern. Who am I kidding?

Anyway, this headache has made me sluggish, in direct contradiction with my insatiable thirst for blood, and knowledge. So, you know, an American Idol contestant, or encyclopedia just goes wandering by, and I think to myself, "I must have that," but I'm too tired to hunt it down, ripping into its throat or binding, and absorbing the delicious contents.

So, anyway, I'm tired. In drama class we got our new scenes (we just finished our old ones.) That each of us in the class has two-person scenes, and we work on them for a long time, and then perform them. My scene is from Brighton Beach Memoirs, by Neil Simon. The scene is about masturbation. So, anyway, I was at home and thinking about ways I could get into character, you know, get inside the guy's skin. Then I wrote this post instead. I think most of you will say it's for the better. Me, I don't know. Whatev.

Bye

New post by Friday

Nicky

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