Firstly: Have you ever found that your entirety is as easy to read as a children's book and that you've been read many times over by a plethora of people? It is strange, you feel oddly embarassed and proud of your unintentional honesty.

Secondly: I haven't been to a gas station in a very long time...and I'm not sure where it is and when I stumble upon them the price is too high...so I am running low on gas.

-read into to that what you will.

The other day someone asked me "Why?". Actually this never happened at all but I figure I should brace myself for the eventuality. Why? As Douglas Adams said it is the only question in the english language with it's own letter. Why does indeed have it's own letter albeit an obscure backwater one somewhere afte X and before Z(ed) . I'm avoiding the question though, Why? When someone does eventually get around to asking me I think I'll reply...

I wonder what Paul Martin and the Dalai Lama had to say to each other. "I run a G8 country and a ludicrously wealthy and successfull shipping company" "I run the government in exile of a small country annexed by the Chinese" " I like money" " I'm a spiritual leader who wears robes most of the time". Now you might ask what this has to do with Hymen reconstruction. That's a very good question although a strange one. The answer is nothing. When push comes to shove a meeting between two international political figures and a little known form of plastic surgery have nothing in common...or do they? Perhaps it's something to think about.

I'm at a tangent to my life, gimme a couple hours and I'll get the derivative. Then we can talk. Unless you want the integral but that's asking a bit much isn't it?

Hot damn is that post egomaniacal...I'm not usually that goal-oriented or ego-driven. Thanks to all the Drama 30s who gave me a hand and stopped me from stopping. I'll definitely be leaning on y'all this week.

A year's work finally come to fruition. The object and sole purpose of Drama 30 is the direction of a One-Act play. A One-Act play being, obviously, a play with only one act, as many scenes as you like but only one act. They tend to be shorter then your full-length Shakespearean epics, not always but often. Those story really starts last year when I decided to audition for an acting-part. As a result of gawd knows what I was cast...in TWO plays. One floundered, stuttered and stumbled it's way onto the cutting room floor. The other flourished elegantly and flew through, if I remember correctly, 6 performances. This play, Ionesco's Improvisation, had the dubious honour of performing at the cities festival. Now since this year has begun I've had one goal and that is to take what I learnt of directing, Ionesco and the theatre in general to make a repeat performance a production of an Ionesco that equals the calibre of Improv. Well today was the testing-ground the Drama 30 Showcase: 1 day as many plays as directors and a night cap of deliberation as to who deserves to go to the Cities festival. Who will represent our school, which two plays will represent our class. And as you probably have assumed, you've watched enough sports movies in your time to know, I made it. My actor's, yes they are mine like possessions, rose to the task, and it was quite a task The Lesson being one of Ionesco's most pedantic. They performed brilliantly and got me ( and themselves) into the cities. Although now I realise it is something of a pyric victory; that is to say today was nowhere near a finished, a polished product. So I have one hell of a week ahead of me.

Cinematic Kleptomaniac: 1a) Someone who makes extremely derivative films b) someone who borrows from other films to make original films. (ie, Quentin Tarantino) 2 Someone who steals in a cinematic fashion.