Sinister: "Your mother sucks cocks in hell!"

[The Boy G]

You know the exorcist? That's the second best film ever, that is. The best
film ever, as everyone even remotely twee knows, is 'Edward Scissorhands'.
Today after school Tony Meyer, a pathetic acned hanger-on to the faux-mod
clique that I admire from the safe distance of the Greg-and-Faye clique,
asked me if I was going to Westminster station to go home, knowing I was,
forcing me to talk to him. Which on, the one hand sucked, but on the other
hand made me feel popular. Anyway, he denied Edward Scissorhands was the
best film ever. So I spat in his face. Heh, JenOWL and I, the twee hard
kids.

I doubt many people will like this post. Oh well. I just want to be
Sinistrated, mummy!

Are any Sinis in Tunisia on the first week of Easter? Thought not. That's
just me and my mum and her boyfriend then. In a French speaking country,
with them pretty much leaving me alone... my French isn't bad, but I can't
stand not being understood, so I doubt I'll talk to anyone. And I'm glad,
because what I am going to do is, I am going to practise tennis for about
six hours a day. I am going to stand outside, in this blistering heat,
hitting serves to no-one, sweat forming a river in my socks, a river with
little fish and cabbages and things in. Perhaps the fish will be eating the
cabbages. Or perhaps the cabbages will be eating the fish. Certainly, I will
be hallucinating. And I do this to see if can get really, properly good, or
whether I hit a plateau... I love tennis so much. I really do. For the fist
time in my life, I am going to really apply myself to something. I never
have, honestly, not even my GCSEs and things... this could matter. We'll
see.

A few weeks ago I found out that Matthew Brown had found my Sini posts in a
search engine and read them. So, hopefully he'll read this: Matthew Brown,
you are rather ugly. Not grotesque, and I am trying to keep everything I say
about you reasonable, so you'll know this is what I actually think, but
nonetheless, far from attractive. More to the point (well, alright less to
the point for someone as utterly shallow as I've decided to be, but maybe
more to the point for the rest of Sini), you are extremely, extremely
irritating. You know that human beatbox routine you do in Further Maths
lessons, you objectionable attention seeker (at least I'm a subtle
attention-seeker with decent dress-sense)? I hate those. I hate the zaniness
and "wacky" geekhumour that you stand for, and the virginial neverpulled
misogyny that goes with it. Not that I'm never mysogynistic, but at least
I'm funny when I am, and have the motive of trying to be liked. I hate the
way you mention in every Further Maths lesson that you're not really a maths
person because you also do History of Art and Physic A-Levels too, like
you're somehow better than us all... so quit, you phony. If I knew I
wouldn't get caught, I'd actually kill you. Never mind the guilt and the
squeemishness and the grieving relations and friends, I can turn those off,
out of my mind. I really can. I'm more evil than any of you lot realise. No,
really. Seriously. That's also true of the following people right now:  Alex
Bradford, Daisy Collins, Gigi Florentin-Lee and James Furlong. So far as I
know, none of these people know I even dislike them, nor do I have any real
reason to. I'm actually rather afraid that I'm going mad up here. I think I
need to fall in love, soon.

Sorry. I suspect that was rather unpleasant to read. I'll be twee again now.
Not as twee as Jumble Sailing by Clearlake, though. That's, like "whoa!
Total tweeness, dude!". Mmyup. Here is something twee: tomorrow I am going
to get to get to Westminster station early, so that I can wait on the steps
for a girl to arrive, so I can walk her to school, and pretend it was a
coincidence. Why are hippy boys always quite unwashed-seeming and hippy
girls always rather nice and well-groomed? Discuss.

Who was the Sini who'd bought 'House of Leaves'? I have just bought 'House
of Leaves'. It looks so damn nice, it can be crap for all I care.

Ken is my hero. His Stan posts really actually were the highlight of human
creation. I laughed non-stop, for, like, 20 minutes. Genius. As good as
Gorillaz. Better than Wheatus. Not quite as good as Robbie, yes, but so
what? Top stuff.

Tired.
    Greg



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