Hello beautiful people, Just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. I've loved waiting in the nursery and reading all your posts. My name's Sophia and I am an Artiste. I used to live in London but after i finished art school I had one of those moments you see in those godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in Nowheresville, USA. She says no to Spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the Hudson, Thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. Lucky for me, my family don't live in Nowheresville - they live in Australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. (Not in Perth, though, where the only other Australian listee seems to be. On the other side). When the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the ocean. I'm ashamed to say that I started listening to Belle and Sebastian because of a boy. He was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and he was also an artist, which is no excuse and honestly, I should have known better. I really Liked him and in one of our few conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. So in the spirit of I-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-desires-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. For the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. It was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. That was how I felt about Belle and Sebastian. Nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet intellectual) Nowheresville, USA cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. Applications on a postcard please! My first post and i've already broken a promise. Please accept my very humblest apologies. Sophia Katrina X hello beautiful people, just a short introduction and i promise i won't ramble. my name's sophia and i am an artiste. i used to live in london but after i finished art school i had one of those moments you see in godawful made-for-tv movies where the heroine sacrifices her chance for fame and fortune in the big city to be home with her family on a ranch in nowheresville, nevada. she says no to spielberg, sends her agent packing with a witty riposte, throws her mobile phone into the hudson, thames or equivalent river, appears at the front door of the run-down but homely ranch house to the delight of her apron-clad mom and chubby-cheeked siblings, and spends the rest of her life riding horses and baking pumpkin pies. lucky for me, my family don't live in nowheresville, nevada - they live in a big city in australia, by the sea. so that's where i am. when the traffic stops, and before the birds start singing, you can hear the waves. i'm ashamed to say that i started listening to belle and sebastian because of a boy. he was (and, i'm sure, still is) very beautiful, if that's any excuse, and also an artist, which isn't. i reallyreally Liked him and in our first proper conversation he mentioned looper and b&s. in the spirit of i-must-like-everything-the-object-of-my-infatuation/desire/lust-likes, i started listening to Fold Your Hands Child..., and that was it. for the next few months, while i was writing my thesis and hanging my degree show, belle and sebastian were all i could listen to. it was like the food cravings a pregnant friend described to me: it isn't that you crave fried chicken, it's that the very thought of eating anything other than fried chicken makes you physically ill. that was how i felt about belle and sebastian. nothing ever happened with me and the beautiful boy, but what telemovie is complete without a dash of bittersweetness? i'm waiting for a rugged (yet bohemian and intellectual) Nowheresville cowboy to come into my life and bake pumpkin pies with me so my telemovie can have a happy ending. applications on a postcard please! my first post and i've already broken a promise. please accept my very humblest apologies. sophia katrina X _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. 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