Hey gorgeous...s... how do you write gorgeous in plural? Ok. Anyways. Hello. I am in school right now. I just had 1,5 h of French, at level 4, which means that they talk a lot of French and all laugh about crazy grammatic faults once in a while, and I sit there thinking about Things I'd Rather Do. Today was ok, though. I've got a fecking awful cold, I feel so miserable. I was fine til yesterday, but then hell broke loose. Or, er, well, I got the sniffles. Haha. I feel so sorry for myself, haha. Ah, what a saddo I am. but what the hell. I'm hungry because I didn't have time for breakfast. I can't go to the B&S show in Stockholm (three months too young) and, er, well... ok. Dissing my life was boring. Good things is that I'm going to Miami in less than a month now, yay!! We're going to stay with my dad's girlfriend's sister and her husband. They are all quite mad, apparently. And the husband's old mum just died, ah, very sad. They do have dogs, though, and one of them are having puppies, yay number two!! It'll be nice to really GO someplace, though, the only trips I've done since, erm, 1996 when I was ten (yes, imagine that sinister people, i was at the tender age of NINE in Struan's magical year that was 1995!) has been to visit my sister in England, and those have not been holidays like this one. So I'm looking forward to it, although I'm pretty skint. I've got $84.64 or something in my Miami Savings Can. Speaking of that, Savings cans etc, all my friends have had their own accounts since they were maybe 13 or 14... am I the only person in this world to keep my money in a)My Red Plastic Shiny Hello Kitty Wallet b) My piggybank which I can't throw away because he looks so sad, and I am sentimental beyond words, hence my drawers full of porcelain kitties etc. c) My Miami Savings Can instead of having lots of plastic cards? My coolest cards are probably my library cards. Yay..? On Friday, I went to the youth club to see lots of crappy bands with 14-year-old-boys thinking they rawk. None of the bands were great, but some were ok, at least. At least, I almost got picked up by this very cute guy. Um, not a fourteen year old, more a 20 year old. He came out of the rehearsal room once in a while, then looked around the room until he saw me, stared at me, then looked away, then came and stood next to me and didn't say a word. i didn't know what to say, and by the time this had happened four or five times I was plucking up the courage, but then he disappeared and never came back. Later, Richard, who is my favourite indierock 25-year-old in the world I think and works there, told me that they had come back and were a wee bit drunk. It was a drug free event, bla bla bla. So they couldn't play, and my semi-attractive prince was lost forever. Damn. Kat will start to rehearse there next Saturday. Our own key and everything. now THAT'S responsibility! Richard attacked me with a "YOU'RE MY IDOL!" when I came to visit him and talk about some records I'd loaned from him. He had played Hit it, Raoul! four times before he went to sleep the previous night, and had played it at the youth club all day, and someone had done a remix of it. it wasn't us with a phat beat, but us with more bass, or something. i don't know. Pretty cool, though. Tonight, I'm going to a fashion show. My first. Probably my only, as well. This indie shop with hip designer clothes are having their spring collection shown at this big venue in Stockholm, and I was invited by mail, even. Proper mail, not e-mail. It felt nice. I felt important. How sad I am. By the way. I love B&S. I forget just how much, sometimes, but still, they manage to amaze me. I had only brought with me IWUTS with me when I was on my way to the bus, but as I hurried down the stairs in my building, and heard Struan's lovely voice I had to turn around and run back and get DCW, because I knew I'd want to listen to them. Ah. How great they are. That reminds me, I haven't developed the film which contains a photo of me and Stevie, when I met him and Sarah in October. He told me he made his best boyband smile, so it's bound to be a success. Also on that film, is me and Amanda in various states that day. Not states as in states in the US or something, but more like "tired in the afternoon on the bus on the way to my house" and "post-B&S-meeting and happy sitting in front of this stupid club we're too young to get into, pointing fuck you to it and all its hip kids going there" photos. Oh and I went to see Damien Rice and Josh Ritter on Sunday, February 29th. I met Damien before the show, when he signed my copy of O and made a drawing of a girl who was cold and wrote "Astrid - fresh cold air" and signed. We saw Josh Ritter then but didn't dare talk to him. The show was amazing, and cool because he played cold water and eskimo friend as one long song, in complete darkness and then when they started really SINGING in Eskimo Friend, in the end, the lights came on and it was so pretty i wanted to cry. We were seated on the fifth row so we were really happy, ah Damien. And Josh was great too, what a nice guy. After the show, most people had left and me and Amanda were standing in the lobby just talking a bit, Josh came out, and so we started talking to him. He was probably one of the nicest people I've ever met, a real gentleman. He immediately decided that me and Amanda ARE going to get in on the 18-yrs-of-age-show he's playing at the end of May. Nice. Plus he wrote "Astrid, you're the star of the North Sea, love Josh Ritter" and said he really loved my name. But then, just as I'm taking my polaroid photo with him for my photo wall at home, I hear the familiar intro of Delicate, one of Damien's songs. And yes, he's come out to play that song, on acoustic guitar for the people who were still there. Absolutely amazing. I got a lovely polaroid of him standing there playing, he doesn't even make a stupid singing face, as most concert pics contain. Lovely, lovely, lovely. And then when I went to say hi, thanks and all, he recognized me and we took a picture together. I was going for the cool, relaxed face, but when he tilted his head so his head was leaning on mine, sort of, and he put his arm around me, i once more made the THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE-smile. Oh well. I have to scan it all up for Kat's website, along with the Adam Green photo. Oh yes, the site is up now: www.geocities.com/yelp_of_pain Go visit. Now, I shalt leave, and bloweth my nose. Love and THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE-smiles Astrid x --------------------------------------------------- Who would you rather be - Ted Danson or Kevin Costner? Fab: Who the fuck is Ted Dancer? Ted Danson. Fab: Oh, Danson. Nick: I think Ted Danson wears a toupee. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname@nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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