Sinister: Yeeah, rage against the machine rawk my world

[JENOWL22 at xxx.com]

Hewwo,

I had a fun week. I had to do a public speaking competition, and I didn't 
win. That would be because it was public and involved speaking.

Oh, and I got another hard-kid head injury. I thought I was doing pretty well 
this year, I've only been put in hospital 3 times, and I've only been knocked 
out once, which is good going. This time it was from a gobstopper, you know 
the big ones. But it wasn't too bad, I got my vision back pretty quickly and 
I managed to say 'piss off' to all the people who'd crowded round to laugh at 
the fact that I'd fallen backwards into a bush which is obviously really 
funny when someone is quite dazed and can't see and is trying not to cry. 
That not seeing part always frightens me, one time it'll happen and I just 
won't be able to see ever again. Still, I got the usual "if you grass I'll 
kick you in" but my blonde friend dragged me to the head, and I got sent 
home, and it was all highly fun, honest. 

Besides, I'm much more scared of my blonde friend, because she's a dominatrix 
(i'm serious). She keeps getting me to call her mistress, but when I do I'm 
being sarcastic. Only sarcasm isn't something I'm very good at. Which is 
probably why she tried to sell me to Igor, and keep the money. It's not that 
I object, it's just that I like to know when people are selling me, what with 
it being me and everything. I'm unreasonable that way.

Tonight I went to a fantastic (that was sarcasm) Rage Against the Machine/ 
Offspring tribute night at the local goth club, because I'm weak and easily 
persuaded by my friends. So prepubescent boys jumped about with three quarter 
size Encore guitars, and squeaked "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" and 
"Burn mother fucker burn" over and over again for 2 hours then they had to go 
home to their mummies.  And I sat up the back on the bar worktop reading 
catcher in the rye and feeling horribly old because I wasn't 12 and in a mosh 
pit, and not many people bothered me, except the Blonde who was in a really 
bossy mood, and kept dragging me off to the toilet to fix her hair and her 
eyelashes. Oh yeah and someone showed up drunk and I had to stop her getting 
her head kicked in.

Then at the bus stop it was raining and all my friends who were boys were 
mating with hard kid girls who'd just come out a nightclub. And I was humming 
that song that goes "fuck you I won't do what you tell me" and the Blonde 
said "Yes you fucking will or I'll slap you" so I looked at my tartan boots 
until the bus came and I went home myself.

The slow version of seeing other people is grate. It sounds like everyone in 
the band is really tired, and you want to tuck them all up in bed because 
they're nice. Especially Chris Geddes, because he's so little and nice.

I got phoned up at 3 o clock the other night from Igor who wanted to tell me 
that a rabbit called Tarquin with a man's head told him the meaning of life. 
But he told me that already. I worry for him, he takes too many drugs, and 
he's still young like me. He also likes Liz Hurley(s having dreams). Which I 
don't understand because she's yucky and a moke, but she still managed to get 
Hugh Grant who has floppy hair.

Ian Hatcher's coming up tomorrow to stay for a week, and he's nice and 
lovely, and I'm going to an Aislers gig which should be fun. I'm all bouncy 
cause of that and the fact that I keep forgetting to eat but take painkillers 
anyway, which is really terrible, but nevermind. I'll write on the back of my 
hand "eat microwave pasta from Marks and Spencers" because that's all I ever 
eat. I want to eat bacon double cheeseburgers, but they kill cows and pigs to 
make them, and that's not very nice, and makes me want to cry a bit.

Today I jumped out of the window in Science for a laugh and stole some purple 
chalk. I also dogged half of school, but it was the last day anyway, before 
we break for easter.

I should go and stop wasting all your valuable time.

Hugs,
Jen
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