Sinister! I am back, and I'm not going anywhere. I am skipping class in this very moment, but I was late anyways and who gives a fuck anyways, huh? I hear the "aaah!" from my imaginary daytime-talkshow-audience. Last night I had the best conversation with Amanda on the phone. We were just having the usual conversation about our future career as the world's greatest band, rock men and The Simpsons when everything turned very, very, weird indeed: Amanda: I know you wanted that guy we met before meeting Stevie and Sarah. Me: The guy with the "I'm Twee" t-shirt? Amanda: Well who else. There were only weird record company women and him there. Me. True. Well, hell yeah woman! Of course I wanted him, he was lovely. A: are you saying you would've had sex with him there if you could? M: I'm not saying anything woman. I'm just sayin he was a might fine man... AND I WOULD, BUT ON A BACKSTREET! A: EW! Really? M: Nah, I'm just trying to gross you out. A: You did. And because you said backstreet, I'm afraid we have to choose a Backstreet Boy to have sex with in a dark... backstreet. M: Fuck off! A: I'd choose Nick. M: But... A: It's alright, you can choose him to. M: I don't want to sleep with any of them, they are the ugliest people on earth. Urgh. But ok, thanks. A: You could always get... Howie! M: AHHH! In that case, you'd get Brian! A: Well, he'd be my second choise. M: SHUT UP! You've even thought about this before. I didn't even like the Backstreet Boys when I was ten years old and had a crappy taste in music. But Brian? COME ON! He looks like some sort of overgrown freaky baby, especially when singing those high notes. A: True. M: The Backstreet Boys... Amanda, Amanda, where is this going? A: I don't know. I just wanted to ask. M: Hmmm. I'm worried about you. Anyways, did you see the new Simpsons episode? A: Ah yes, how good was that? M: It was really fucking good tonight. There were too many good parts. I loved the part when the ushers at the cinema had to chase Homer away from the movies with movie-sized Kit-Kats. A: Oh yeah, that was brilliant. I love The Simpsons. M: Me too. Have you seen the commercial? A: When Homer's freestyle-playing the banjo with a poisonous snake? M: Yep! A: I wish I could watch The Simpsons all the time. M: Me too. You want to hear our next big hit? A: Oh yeah, sure. Is it the one that sounds a bit like Interpol? M: The very same [guitar and singing break via phone] M: Let's listen to the reindeer section. [quiet, whilst putting on record. Listening for a wee bit. Simultaneously: Me: Uh huh! Yeeeeeh, feelin the flow feelin the flow... you ain't got no leeeegs... huh huh huh... we will rawk ya... WOOOORLD! Amanda: Sing it y'all... yes yes y'all... uh-HUH! The Phoners! BLING BLING! ... Me: did we just to a really frightening hip-hop jam? Amanda: I'm afraid we did. Me: But then, we always do. Amanda: Yeah. Me: We need a hip-hop alter ego to go by. Amanda: Yes yes y'all. RepreSENT! Me: Get ready for The Phonizzlas world! [fits of giggles for about ten minutes] Me: Do you really think we'll take over the world with our super catchy music? Amanda: Have you ever doubted it? Me: I've had my moments. But in my heart I knew all along that we're good. Amanda: Good. Because we are. ---------- That was all of the egocentric, perverse and bizarre The Phoners-conversations for now, people. To conclude: Amanda and I are smug and bizarre and would say no to any Backstreet Boy in any backstreet any day. And the reason I'm not in Natural Science is because the teacher is Swedish, this is an English school and he simply CANNOT speak English. He's making up words. We're spending a billion weeks (or four) on waste water treatment plants, and I am not in the mood for learning about "sandfangs", "flockolation" or "bassangs". So til next time. Astrid xx Ps. 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