Settling back into life at uni, meeting up with old friends, making new ones. I managed to also aqquire some very old copies of a series of books, called Kristin Lavransdatter, for my mum. From what I gather, she was a famous Viking girlie, who shares my first name. My mum loved these books when she was at school, back in Norway, so I think she will like to have these copies. They are old, about 1921, and hardback as well, and although looking a bit worse for wear and a bit smelly, but I am glad I grabbed them. So far everything is going alright in my new flat. But we have a new rule, do not discuss politics. Purely for the reason that I am living with a paid up member of the Tory party, who actively goes to all the tory things at uni. Grr. So we had a long debate and arguement about everything, from the united Kingdom union, to ooh, why Scots don't have a tory in power. Plus he also made some ridiculous comments that I should not refer to myself as Scottish while I am here, but as British. Well, I am Scottish. I am British in the wider sense, as I am also European. But first and foremost, I am Scottish. Its taken me 18 years to work that one out, what with dad being English and mum being Norwegian, and when I was a little sprog at primary school, I loathed days when there had been an England/Scotland, or Norwegian/Scotland footie match the day before. And I don't like football. So now I am in England, I worked out I am truely Scottish, maybe not by blood or anything, but by birth, by education, and also attitude. So the arguements were flying on Monday night. But he was drunk, and being male, also certain that anything he said was right, true, and 100% correct. Men do this when they are drunk. They believe that the only right opinion is their own, and that everyone else is wrong. I'm not being sexist, but the male species has that quality. We also discussed the Monarchy, and I managed to wind him up successfully by calling the Queen a big poo. I said she reminded me of a dried up old poo. And he got all worked up, and said "The Queens not a poo!" and so on and so forth. But to avoid more serious arguements, we have agreed to disagree, plus never to discuss politics or the Queen being a big poo. As long as we stay away from discussions about homosexuality then everything should be okay. And drunk driving. Those are two things that I feel strongly about. And I get the impression his ideas conflict with mine quite a lot there. Decided to celebrate my 22nd birthday at the flat, and have a party. Nothing else to report. Except I can't get into chat rooms anymore, including sinister chat, jeepster chat and corduroy smoke chat. Grr. Anyone know any other university friendly chat rooms for a B+S girliefan? Love, Idles. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+