Sinister: Bigmouth Strikes Again

[Rachel]

my oh my:
it is my third post, and do you have any idea what that means??? do 
you?  do you really?  it means i am just not going to go away.  it 
means i will continue to turn up like a bad penny or a misspelled 
vegetable...  oh dear, that was a very bad pun wasn't it?

so it's monday night and i have a zillion more important things to do 
that are due much too soon, so of course the only logical thing to do 
was to sit at my computer and catch up with sinister.. even spent 
some time in #sinister, which, if you're one of the regulars there, 
you'll know is rare.  oh well, i am feuding with my best friend at 
the moment, so its nice to spend some time in such a comfortable and 
(usually) non-feudal atmosphere.  (with exceptions going to the 
napster debate, notably) my own private feud hopefully will end soon, 
since it really is over the most retarded issue... we fought over 
movies, which makes sense only if you know one or two pertinent facts:

1)my friend can never be wrong
2)i am tolerant and meek most times
3)i am not tolerant and meek when i am tired and hungover
4)it was saturday. 
5)saturday comes directly after friday

but it was monday today which was better, even despite the 8:30 
english class.  it was so very early when i woke up (having work yet 
to do on my essay due in said english class) that i was able to fool 
myself into believing it was not actually morning at all, but rather 
the middle of a lovely dark night with no classes looming on the 
horizon for hours yet... its a sort of sad delusion, but it got me 
out of bed.

content:   i have some!  (but i'm not going to tell you unless you 
give me your lunch money) yes, i am.  i can't resist, it involves 
sequins and opera and police caps.  so. there i am, sitting in the 
costume shop, toiling away at my practical work hours, sewing sequins 
on a police cap for a wonderful play called Gloria Star, while 
stabbing myself repeatedly with the needle and growing irritable at 
the opera music which plays perpetually while we sweatshoppers sweat 
and swear into our needle-pricked hands.  so i take out my discman, 
which just happens to have fishyclap inside, put on my headphones, 
and descend into a sort of twee-ish, existential bliss.  I skip the 
first three songs which i have heard on the walk over.  i am happily 
sewing away in oblivion, when halfway through nice day for a sulk, a 
tap on the shoulder brings me back into the cruel world and i look up 
to see seven incredulous faces watching me as i realize that my cheap 
headphones have been blessing everyone within ten or twelve metres 
with the lovely melodies of belle & sebastian.  and what's more, they 
are not impressed.  i press the off button and hide my head in 
shame.  WHAT are you LIStening to, Rachel, one asks.  i hear echoes 
of Yeah, what the HELL was THAT? it is a malevolent chorus of sneers 
that serenades the last minutes of my time in costumes.
and then i went home and put on 3..6..9 seconds of light and in 
seconds my mood improves and everything is happily ever after.

well, my subject title really does seem to be appropriate today, 
doesn't it?  Sorry, sorry, i know, we have better things to do with 
our lives than contemplate my bad prose.  so i will end here, except 
for my final note to anyone interested about a lovely lovely song i 
found on (insert expletive or praise, you know what i'm talkin bout) 
the other day, called Pure, by Pulling Jessica's Hair.  I urge you 
all to find and listen.  There is something about it that is just.... 
well, if it were a book it would be un-put-down-able.

au revoir, 
     Rachel

ACADEME, n. An ancient school where morality and philosophy were 
taught.
ACADEMY, n. [from ACADEME] A modern school where football is taught.
                           - Ambrose Bierce, the Devil's Dictionary

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