Sinister: getting scared

[lindsey baker]

hello sinister.

i'm scared to say that another evil friday night has fallen, and i am again
alone in a computer lab with only the sound of these small squarish keys to
comfort me whilst keeping me company.

sigh.

at this very moment, half of myself is writing this and reading posts, and
the other half is in #sinister. i feel very ensconced in sinister at the
moment, but not very sinister.

i realize i easily recognize people's names and nicknames, their writing
styles, maybe a fact or two from a post or quip from aunt sadie. and then.
and then. i don't know anyone, really, excepting the kind few i have
conversed long with, and i always wish that few could be more and the time
spent longer. 

but wait. here's ken, maybe the night is getting brighter...

sinister and #sinister, i have decided, must surely make up my utopia.
everyone gets along (for the most part). some of us fall in love with each
other. and happy music plays all the time. though part of me wishes i could
be more popular in sinister land, and that i could meet some of you all. and
part of me wonders who ever thought i'd be sitting here typing to hundreds
of names that will never have faces in my mind. telling all my secrets and
whatnot. hm.

the llovely miss llaura llew just entered the room, and mass chaos ran to
her. everyone loves you, my dear. :)

this typing observations of what goes on in words in the little box on the
screen next to this one is odd, so i'll post something a bit more content-y
now.

today i got up, and realizing i had no class, put on my long red jacket and
decided to buy music.

i went to the downtown music store i always go to here in lincoln, and
noticed a little poster for a live radiohead relese. mental note. 

then, upon entry, i went straight to the indie section, but not before i was
greeted by this lovely looking twee boy worker. i had never seen him before,
but soon he and i were gushing about mercury rev, sigur ros, the reindeer
section. i didn't have the reindeer section. (misslou pauses for the
collective gasp of horror to cease)
and this boy made sure i bought it. i rather liked the authoritative way he
walked me to each item he thought good and put it in my hand. probably to
sell it, yes, but then. i was shopping alone and he was delicious.

so. we talked of the strokes. and apparently i must get the import version
as well, so. he's going to let me know when that comes in, and believe me,
i'll be there all decked out in some finery to brush his hand as he takes
the money from mine...ahhh. nothing better than crushes on music store boys.

another pulling tip from me: work in a music store, write music reviews,
play in a band. these are all sure-fire ways to get a girl's attention, and,
if you happen to be in a band, well. look out if i'm around. 

and i'm taking a moment to round out this way less that fabulous post to
send props to all the happy people in sinister and #sinister. to fruityloop
rachel for always mentioning me. and to my dearheart.

oh, the secrecy of acknowledging people without names in what sounds
uncannily enough like a valley girl academy award acceptance speech.

misslindseylou







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