hello there madame sinister... since my last attempt at being funny and kool with you lot i found out that the whole Highers f*ck up has nothing to do with me (obviously, i didn't do it!) what i mean is that my results are totally fine. how do i know this.........? cos i *finally* got accepted to strathclyde uni! ya dancer!!!! so i hit the streets of glasgow on the 23rd of september. am i nervous? more like bluddy petrified. the big city is scary. the first time i went on a double decker bus was this june. the first time i went in a black cab taxi was last october. the first time i *saw* a double decker bus was last october too (in edinburgh). i live in the sticks y'see. well, the sticks is like a buzzing metropolis compared to where i live. Gairloch. 85 miles west of inverness, a million miles away from civilisation. the place is a shambles, for example, licensing laws? what licensing laws, lets serve straight vodka (and red bull, just to keeps ken happy!) to all the 13 year olds and watch them collapse in the street! drugs? damn right, get them in at the harbour and sell them at the pub! nice people? aye, that'll be bluddy right. :/ so i'm glad to be getting away. not that i'm saying that glasgow doesn't have these problems, far from it, it'll just be good to not bump into the same people every day and have everyone knowing your secrets before you do. i need a hug. it feels like everything is changing too fast and i can't stop it and it's all dead scary and i don't know what to do. i'm too young for this kind of responsibilty. god i'm so sad :( i got my hair cut like manda from bis again, only this time it actually looks like her haircut. gonna put the streaks in soon, when i can find some nice hair dye. oh how i love mogwai. been listening to them a lot lately and they're mighty fine. even bought one of the "blur: are shite" t shirts and a hoody top, so things must be getting bad. was watching the bbc's new "romantic drama" glasgow kiss the other night (for want of something better to do) and i heard "the boy with the arab strap" being played in the background when the woman was in her room getting changed. started screaming when i heard it, my mam thought someone had died. my wee sister confessed to me last night that she is a closet n*sync fan. should i disown her? or maybe play b&S to her non stop until her ears bleed? this happened before, when i liked blur and she hated them, i pinned her to the floor and put "popscene" on repeat play full blast for half an hour. she's never been the same since. must thank pauline l shivers for the tales of aristocracy, turtle neck aunts and stables. another chapter soon, please? that's all for today, luv and jelly tots, amy xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+