Sinister: My mind is like an angry swarm of ribena berries

[JENOWL22 at xxx.com]

Hewwo,

What would you call a group of ribena berries? a swarm? or a posse? Ribena 
are giving away squeezey ribena berries. If you squeeze them their eyes pop 
out. But not in a sick cruel way, but in a comical way.

Now I'm thinking about posse girls with their beautiful perfect makeup, and 
their playboy bunny tops. And they stand outside topshop, or congregate in 
Costa's, and they talk in their perfect voices about clubbing, and film 
stars, and their perfect boyfriends, or they just re arrange each others 
hair. And when they meet each other they don't hug, but they clop over with a 
practised walk, just right in their heels, so that their bum wiggles just 
enough, and then they air-kiss each other, and say "hey babes you look 
gorgeous!". And they all really do. They're the girls who always get beeped. 
I never get beeped, except by old men and guys with Stargate SG1 bumper 
stickers. And whenever I walk by a group of posse girls they always giggle 
and whisper stuff about charity shops and the seventies are sooo over in that 
way that rubs it in that they're better than me, and that the world is their 
place and not mine. 

And the awful thing is, that if i wasn't such a coward about pretending and 
not being who i am, I'd probably pretend like them, and my clothes would be 
straight from a magazine, and I'd probably give anything to do it. But I'm 
too scared to be anything but what I am, which is a slightly odd looking kid 
with pointy teeth who gets beaten up a lot. Does that make sense or did it 
sound quite pretentious? Pretentious stuff is my new thing to not like. That 
and goths. Argh the art gallery (which is infested with goths). One day I 
swear to ribena I will burn it down. Or get a huge ghetto blaster and play 
B*Witched, which will make their head explode like in mars attacks only 
better.

Ah, you might have noticed I bumped into posse girls on the bus today and got 
a bee in my bonnet. Or a Bob the Wasp. I was on the bus back from Glasgow 
because I was seeing off the Lovely Ian Hatcher who was up for the weekend. 
It was swell, we went to pizza hut three times in a row and the third time 
the waitress recognised us. And we got nearly the same thing every time which 
wasn't healthy. And I had a really swell time. I always do.

 Besides, it's always nice to walk about in glasgow with a nice looking boy, 
because the posse girls stare and go "how did she manage that". I'm becoming 
quite shallow I think. I even wore shiny girly shoes and namedropped 
unrealeased B&S songs and bought a JD Salinger novel called Franny and Zooey. 
That's not very shallow, but I think I managed to make it look shallow. Not 
on purpose though. I'm not a posse girl, I couldn't carry it off.

There's a green wall in my room. I dont like green, so I covered it up with 
posters. I'm running out of room. It was all the B&S posters from the gig 
that did it. And they're delighfully not level and a bit creased. 

I like Jonathon David I've decided. When I went to see the Aislers Set at 
Stevie played it when he was supporting, and I thought it was ok. But the 
single version, with all the bouncy bits just makes me want to dance about 
and be happy. Only not too much in case I pull some stitches.

Shrek is a good film. I'm glad of how it ended.

Is Warhammer geeky?

Does anyone have the words to Landslide?

Ok, that's all the rubbish I have to talk about now. I'm off to bed, because 
I need to sleep.

Hugs,
Jen

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