11.5.2001
 
::sigh:: At least one thing can keep my emotions up a little bit/ help me forget my pains. I can always practice chair/lap dancing to various music (this time to Shimano Momoe) and feel great about it afterwards. It's like sex without someone that isn't masturbatory.

Which reminds me about what I said about Sparta to Lauren during history: "Think about it, the boys are ripped from their mothers arms at 7, and can't touch a girl (legally) till 20... and being stuck in the barracks, masturbation will only take you so far..."

Hehe.

Devoured the following books in the span of three weeks: American Gods, Blind Items, and Blood and Gold. Ne'er read so quickly or gluttonously in my life... but then again I've never picked up three books that I've liked immensely ever before... and at least I got my required outside reading done for the rest of the school year.

Guess I should start work on The Invention of Love or The Vaginal Monologues.

And you know who to blame for the recent bookworm-ness.

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