Hewwo, Well, I've had an ok week. When I was very small I used to stay awake till late in the dark in bed, and then I wuld gather all my dolls round me and we would have a picnic from food I'd saved, and I would pretend we were hiding out in the blackest cave from baddies, and we were eating our supplies at midnight, and bringing magic and laughter to the darkness and coldness, and playing games and telling little stories to keep our spirits up. I couldn't sleep last night, and I had the idea that I would do that again. So I did. My company was: Big Rainbow Brite, Little Rainbow Brite, Little Patty O'Green from Rainbow Brite, Rainbow Brite's Horse Starlite , a wee pink haired doll called Rosie, a wee black haired doll called Patch, a dog called scruffy, two owls and a Teddy bear. This is all the toys that live in my bed now. There ued to be so much more. Still, I suppose a small gathering is better than nothing. And we hid, and we eat a packet of salt and vinager crisps, two mini cheese things, and a carton of ribena. It was grate fun. Today was ace, though. I managed to avoid doing any work at all in school (though we got into big trouble in history for laughing during the nazi video, and then re-enacting the holocaust with Polly Pockets), then I dogged after-school revision and went to the town centre after school instead with Debs the Blonde . We bought bubbles that you blow, from stationary box, and blew them in the shopping centre and pretended it was magic to cheer people up, until the cleaner lady started moaning that we'd make people slip, so instead we mooched off the the More Store (which sells cheap toys). So we bought an Etcha-sketch each, and an indian Bow and Arrow and Fake Bendy Plastic Indiana Jonesy Knife, and a packet of silver party eye-mask things (which was a bargian 10p) and (because there was a cheap valentines day display) we bought each other a single red rose, because it was cheesy, and pretended to be really surprised when we gave it to each other. So we galloped about the shopping centre, firing plastic arrows at old people and getting another bollocking from the cleaning lady. When we went on the bus, we decided to only communicate using the Etcha-Sketch boards (which didn't work very well). So she kept writing "Ah ya big virgin witch" and I wrote back "At least I didn't lose my virginity when I was 12 to a 20 year old" and it went on like that. But it was fun. And when we got off the bus, we both wrote "Thank you mr bus driver" on them and showed it to him as we were getting off. And she blew up a Mr Men rubber ring that she also bought and put in on round her and under her jacket so she looked deformed, and then said she was going to tell her gran she was stung by a bee. But it would have to have been a bluddy massive bee. And when I got home I discovered that I'd won the Ebay bid I made (and it was my first ever bid) for the Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealers movie and it plays on UK videos and everything, and I'm so excited now, because I wanted to see it so badly when I was little and I never got to, and now I can, and I'm completely obsessed with rainbow brite. I even made little home-made badges for my school bag. The hard kids ripped them off today when I wore them, but I was cunning. I picked up the trampled remains and spent all my break cleaning them and re-enforcing them with selotape. Another thing I was not so pleased to discover though, was that the Poetry Parrot had got into my cupboard and shat all down my Carebears wallpaper. It was only metaphorical shite, because i would have really cracked up if it had been real shite, but I gave it some magical cake, and decided that I'd better post a poem. Everyone so far has done fairly deep, meaningfull things. So I think I'll bring some light relief. The Being Disaproved Of Game - By Someone I don't know Make being disaproved of your hobby Make being disapproved of your aim Devise new ways of scoring points In the being disapproved of game! Let them disapprove in their dozens Let them disapprove in their hords You'll find that being disapproved of Build character,bring rewards Just like any form of striving Don't be arrogant; don't coast On your high disapproval rating Try to be disapproved of the most. At this point ; if it's useful Draw a pie-chart or a graph. Show it to someone who disapproves When they disapprove just laugh Count the emotions you provoke: Anger,Suspicion,Shock One point for each of these and 2 for every boat you rock Savour the thrill of risk without the fear of getting caught Whether they sulk or scream or pout Enjoy your new found sport Meanwhile all those who disapprove While you are having fun Won't even know your game exsists So tell yourself you've won! That was it. I think it's a very good poem. Ooh, but do I now have to send the parrot on to someone? Well, I will teach it to say "You cannot handle a lightsabre you wuss" then I will send it on to the lovely (but useless Jedi) Ian Hatcher., who participated in my midnight picnic over the phone. I didn't know Struan and Bel were taking a walk through the magical fairy meadows together (if you know what I mean. Which you probably don't, since it's a euphamism I only use cause I made it up. It means getting down and dirty.). I always thought he was like the Jem to her Scout. That's shattered my whole world now. But, as I have decided to use my Etcha-Sketch for sinister quote of the day, it has become the one about Isobel and her headscarves and her hair suffering a similar fate to my tent the time I went camping with the pyros. I must go now, I've made this far too long and boring already. Hugs, Jen +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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. 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