HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

I forgot to mention. This weekend, Saturday that is, I went over to my friend Ben's house. Our friend Kosar came over too. It was pretty great. Kosar brought his step pad and we all played DDR for a long time. It was great. Everyone else, except for me, looked so white when they were dancing. I'm half-Chinese, which is almost as good for dancing games as being half-Japanese, at which point I would become invincible. And I would be able to shoot laser beams from my eyes. That would be awesome!

Japanese Guy: GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST! It's Nicky!
Me: You DIE! ROAWARR!!! [ZAP!]

Anyway, that was fun. We watched some of an Anime DVD Kosar brought over, called Samurai X, and it was okay. But not really good. We stayed up until 4:45 AM, watching TV. And let me tell you something: after about 4:00 AM, there is NOTHING, mark my words, NOTHING on. Comedy Central? Paid programming. HBO 1—FamilyOmega? Paid programming. What's the point? Aren't the satellite subscribers ALREADY paying for the programming? Why does HBO need more paid programming? Just show some old movies! This isn't rocket science. Oh wait. Jaws 3 was on. See? NOTHING on.

But before that, we were watching Panic Room. I guess we missed the first hour or so, but that still left approximately six hours. Actually, it wasn't that long, but it seemed really long. And I don't know if I was just really tired or something, but by the time the movie ended, that girl was starting to look really hot to me. That's the other thing about staying up really late with two other adolescent guys. After a certain amount of leftover pizza and Japanese plum ice cream, every other sentence consists of some variant of "I'd hit it." It's crazy stupid, but at the time, it seems like you're fucking, debating the advantages and disadvantages of Marxism.

Speaking of altered states, a couple of my friends, one of whom is sworn off of pot after a few unsatisfying tries, told me they would smoke with me just to see me stoned. I'm like, "What? I don't smoke." Everyone seems to think that, seeing how I am in regular life, I would be an absolute riot if I were under the influence of what we, in the industry refer to as, well, yeah. We mostly call it pot. And by "industry", I mean Laguardia, which is an art school. No one knows drugs like we do. Except for me. I mean, I know the drugs; I just don't have what you might call, a close relationship with them.

Okay, that felt like more of a true post. So, with a relatively free conscience (well, "relatively" is a thankfully, loose term), I bid thee adieu.

Nicky

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