Hey, all youse freaky peoples, Well, nothing much is happening here, so I thought I'd share the boringness of my life with everyone. I have another essay to write by Friday, on philosophical approaches to the laws of nature (ever tried to _define_ what a law of nature is? Sheesh.) Ernie Sanches said: "Andre, I enjoyed your New Zealand dream team list, but where is Martin Phillips? He would clearly be the goal scorer on my dream team, as Ive recently become obsessed with the Chills and believe that they are the best New Zealand band." Actually, I had him as captain of my first team, but then I realised that he's not much of a team player, and everyone else (particularly Andrew Brough and Shayne Carter) would probably end up killing him, or something. There's an old joke about how you could count the people in Dunedin who _haven't_ been in the Chills on one hand....:) I also wanted to include a lot of the other old soldiers, like David Kilgour and Andrew Fagan, but decided they might end up breaking a hip or becoming incontinent; which would not be a good thing, given that they're playing for the greater glory of New Zealand Aotearoa. Although they'd _still_ be better than the Kingz (don't worry if you didn't get that one-it's not half as funny as it should be....) Thanks to everyone that's responded to my first post, Johan and Madeline, and to all those that have welcomed me in #sinister. (Sorry I've been a little distracted and random there-well, I'm like that anyways, but-chatting at work isn't exactly encouraged, so I have to pretend to be doing real work every time someone walks into the room....:)) Johan, "susurrus" is the sound a gentle brook or a quiet crowd makes. :) I've loved that word since the first time I heard it...:) Have you ever thought, though, that if we have _enough_ in common, we might actually be the same person? (I've just been reading an artile on personal identity...grrrrr.) Well, it's official-I hate my flat. My two flatmates, are sooo different from me, it's not even slightly amusing (not even in a grim, gallows-humour kind of way.)I have three flatmates, supposedly, but flattie number three, Jess, while being a very good friend of mine (and the girlfriend of one of my best friends) is almost never at home, so she can't really make things better. Brett, who is an Australian and a chemical engineer, who voted for John Banks, and who is planning to head back to Oz to do an MBA, still can't contain a sneer every time we talk about what I study. He can't even begin to imagine why someone would want to study something as "useless" as philosophy, let alone want to make a career of it. But he likes the Corrs, so I feel like I have that over him. Jono, the other flattie, fits the computer nerd stereotype so precisely that he's beginning to scare me. He's even got the donkey bray laugh, the wierd obsession with Sarah Michelle Gellar and the diet of Kettle Chips, red liquorice and Coke (straight from a two-litre bottle! Lord help me...:)) I have nothing against nerds in general-crikey, I'm almost half one myself (he says, as he pushes aside his Dungeons & Dragons rulebooks....) but there's only so much lattitude I can allow. I simply _can't_ watch any TV when he's in the room, because I know the laugh will distract me from any enjoyment I might feel. What's worse is, he _claps_ when he laughs-it's obviously a habit, because he does it even when Brett and I are sleeping (or trying to). Grrrrr. It's not so bad that they're different from me. I could easily live with that. It's that they treat me as though I'm somehow less important than they are to everyday life in the flat. After Mia, the flattie that Jess replaced left, I became the only student there (Jono works[!] as an advertising manager for Time magazine, NZ [!]) and gradually, that's meant that I am to be viewed with a general suspicion. Not about anything specific, of course (because there's nothing that's been done) but...well, there's a _tension_ when I'm in a room with one or both of them, now; a silly, quiet tension that makes absolutely no sense. I feel like I've done something, and consequently end up feeling absurdly guilty. And my friends (including Jess's boyfriend, Ivan the Crazy Croat) don't come around anymore, because they get made to feel the same way- and heaven forbid if any of us have been out on the town.....<sigh> Well, only a little while longer, and I'll be through exams. Then I can move out and find a nice, comfy flat. Eck. I didn't intend this to be a moan-fest. It was the Pixies that made me do it, I swear! Or the Red Bull..... Oh, well, three weeks and I can start living again. Maybe I can finally ask Sexy Dark Eyed Pink Princess Girl out after that..... Right-o, that's me. Hope y'all are Good Little Vegetarian Ninja Foxes like I'm trying to be. Cunning Andre +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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