For those of you special few who actually know me, yes, this is sarcastic. I really don't have anything to write about, except how bored I am. The only things that are exciting are my hot math teacher and reading Julius Caesar. Who doesn't want to read Julius Caesar for five weeks straight ( points to self)? Sue has not called me, so I'm thinking about sending a hitman after her. That'll teach her to ignore me. On the other hand, my midget friend has been communicating through email, which makes me feel so fuzzy inside ( kind of feels like a fungus is starting to spread----- damn you Mischa). Haven't talked to Frankie in a while, so I guess I have to send a hitman after her too. Too little hitman, so many people to kill. What to do, what to do? Start talking to me people, or I will be forced to punish you. This has been my random rant, thank you for reading.


My name is Satan.