hello darlings! :) i know i know i'm much better at lurking than posting, but i'm so stressed about school/exams/everything at the moment that i need a de-stresser of some kind. please forgive. "my name's alexei yuriy gagarin siege of stalingrad glorious 5-year-plan sputnik tractor dynamo moscow balowski. my father was a bit of a communist, you see" (sorry if i missed something ;-) thanks to the lovely miss amy/rachel applejacks and 'the people's poet' caleb ben there's been some talk of 'the young ones' in sini (a few digests ago :)! yay! :) it was enough to make me start jumping round the flat quoting bits and pieces of the script in different voices (much to the bewilderment of my mum ;). i used to watch the young ones on bbc, but then the series ended and later my cable operator decided to substitute bbc with (watch it) *fashion tv*. gaaah. my mate even called them and started ranting that no, they couldn't stop broadcasting bbc, because HER (imaginary) ENGLISH HUSBAND couldn't live without eastenders :))) haha :) however, even that cunning try didn't work - perhaps cos they heard me laughing in the background ;) so anyway, i was reminded of the young ones, decided to watch the few taped episodes that i cherish dearly - and discovered that my silly video *ate* a *large*bit* of my *favourite* young ones film. rah. "do you really think that anyone has ever been the slightest bit interested in anything you say or do ever, neil?" (or in this case, ola?) last week, i found myself waking up at about 4 am on 3 consecutive nights, my nose in some boring book, the content of which i was invariably supposed to know... if only i could schedule my activities more reasonably, perhaps i wouldn't have those horrid bags under my eyes.. ;) and perhaps i wouldn't spend my days staggering about in a half-asleep manner which is mighty dangerous(!) example: wednesday.. dance classes.. me and my partner are supposed to dance a new figure in samba (yay!). however, instead of swirling gracefully i trip on my heels and partner has to rescue me from what would have become a rather amusing fall. hmm :) dance classes are still way better than normal PE lessons, though.. "...it is actually a cure. for not being a homicidal axe-wielding maniac." a building site right next to the place you live in can make your life much more eventful. not only do you have to put up with incessant noise (rrrrrramrrrrrrammm buh buh buh rrrramrrrrrram etc.) but there are also other, similarly pleasant aspects to deal with. now i don't think i'll ever resort to throwing axes at the builders who work there.. ..although i was really tempted to do so on friday. i was in the midst of washing up, when - where's the water gone? have the silly builders dug+drilled too deep and damaged the water installation, thus depraving my house of the precious liquid? IMPOSSIBLE. hmph. *doorbell* nope, not apologetic builders. not even jehova witnesses - they were chimney sweeps offering me a calendar and asking for money. (make of it what you want ;). i decided to go out. the lift broke down when i was inside it. now i don't mind the lift breaking down every now and then - walking to the 4th floor is good exercise (only i'm too lazy to do it often ;). nevertheless, i WOULD like the lift to give me a sign, a mere *hint* that she was not in the mood for travelling up and down. not just go in a huff and leave me stuck inside, in-between floors. i had to use all my persuasive skills to appease her and convince her to let me out. it turned out she was angry at the lady who lives upstairs from me and uses those *mega*strong perfume - poor lift had obviously had enough. but why take it out on me? when i got back, i found out there was water again. only it was brown. tea-brown. oh well... it's become fairly normal now. and 2 jehova witnesses came today. so things are back under control, me hides the axe ;-) "rick, rick look! i've got six pairs of hands!" hm, no i don't actually. ;-) which is probably why i posted my pic to the sinister page (and besides, i'm very vain and want to pull ;). it was taken a while ago; my hair's shorter and a bit less messy now. oh, and the photo is mega twee, i'm afraid - i'm sitting at a rainbow-coloured table in a cafe in the centre for contemporary art (one of my most favourite places in warsaw :). i'm even wearing the bus t-shirt(!) so, yeah, it'll probably be on the site soon /me climbs a chair and sings 'look at me' geri halliwell style ;-) ummh, no. will hide now. take care (and watch 'the young ones' ;) ollalalallaa ps. i've decided to catch up with sinister mails instead of writing silly essays for school (talk about getting your priorities right!) - so, errm, a (very) belated welcome back to owen the ex-narrow wizard :) and an (even more) belated happy birthday! (yes, i was THAT behind with the digests) psps. i really will hide now. -- Tego nie znajdziesz w zadnym sklepie! [ http://oferty.onet.pl ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+