Dear Sinister, Once again I'm in the computer lab in my school, and I'm supposed to have maths with a quiz on really boring stuff that I don't really fancy learning, so I told the teacher I am sick (I am, and not only in mental sense, but I am also blessed with a great cough and general throat ache. Blessed because it got me out of PE, hahaha) and now I am about to go home. But not yet. Because I know how bored I'll be, and that I will end up watching Full House again. I am being treated in this computer lab to crap general r n b +, i repeat, PLUS, that crap hit that goes "turn me ooonnnn hug me hug me" etc. So, yeah. At the same time. Also in my ears: testosteron-filled boys' laughter. THANK YOU WORLD. So, what's happening then? Well... I don't know if I'm doing much at the moment. Maybe, but just MAYBE, I'm, oh the shock!, enjoying life. YES! I mean, the only thing that gets me going usually are meeting heros and going to gigs, but even the everyday life is nice now. I know. It's so strange, isn't it? Well, ok. It's not sprung from nowhere. I promise you. Boys... ach how I wish I could ignore you. But no, no, let's make your general mood be affected by them. Currently I have one big crush on someone, and my old, er, fling-that's-not-a-fling, since we don't,er, do anything, but he shoots me pervy looks at the most inappropriate times so I feel happy anyways. This has so far been a somewhat serious post, so, I should turn it around by letting you lot have the honour and privelige of gaining access to... another of mine and Amanda's conversations on the phone! YAY! M= Me, A = Amanda. M: Yo M'Ho! A: Yo, oohh wait I have to put on pants! M: ..? A: No, not like that. I was just in the middle of changing clothes. M: Oh, right. I thought you were just pantless and pervy in general A: Hold on. PAUSE. M: It's weird, I thought about this thing we did when I was seven and learning English, and everyone had one letter each to yell out loud, in the order of the alphabet, not just in general A: That would've been quite a scene. M: Indeed. Anyways, the thing was, I had the letter Y, and I remember standing there, with this big paper with a big Y on it, waiting for my turn to shout it out loud, and all the parents were watching with pride and I somehow couldn't stop thinking about how the letter Y was pronounced exactly the same as the word why and it really bugged me. A: Did you manage to yell your letter? M: Loud and clear. Ah, that's good. How did you learn English? Did you also watch Muzzy? A: MUZZY IN GONDOLAND! It was the best! M: I KNOW! A: [adopts weird voice] I eat clocks! M: Wow, that's a good impression. he was so funny, like, [tries to do the same] I eat clocks" A: that sounded more like a German accent. M: I know. Damn it. I want to do the Muzzy voice too. I can do someone else though. Who's this? "I'm CLEVERRR!" A: Oh, it's that guy, Corwax! M: The green evil guy with... A: The big golden hat! M: Muzzy in Gondoland, that's quality. Then there are characters like Barney the fucked-up purple dinosaur. I REALLY hate him. A: ME TOO! Ah, "Don't let a grown-up touch you on your special places". M: I mean, sure if someone sort of trustworthy says it when you're a kid, but a sort of retarded-looking, purple dinosaur with his mission to spread some "love"? Suspicious. A: Barney is such a fucker. M: YES. Let's change the subject. [Silence, followed by singing in harmonies for a while] M: Um, so, yeah.. um... A: ARE YOU TRYING TO END THIS CONVERSATION? M: No... I just wondered if it was going any further, you know. A: So you WANTED to end it! M: Only because I thought you wanted to! A: WELL NO! I thought we were having musical moments here! M: We were, but... A: FINE. Let's hang up. M: Oh stop it. A: No, no, you made your point. M: Don't be like that. A: Ok. I guess. Hmmm. ... And then followed some more, but I'm sure you've had enough by now. In other news, I bought a pair of Clarks Wallabees yesterday and I'm currently wearing them. They are in "distressed leather" which sounds a bit strange, but they're cool, except sometimes you feel like your wearing big chunks of wood on your feet. And I posted a much too late letter to Anders yesterday as well. Sinister Xmas Exchange - here I come! Coughing, Muzzy in Gondoland and love just in general, Astrid x --------------------------------------------------- Who would you rather be - Ted Danson or Kevin Costner? Fab: Who the fuck is Ted Dancer? Ted Danson. Fab: Oh, Danson. 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