Sinister: Performance poetry, Ian, Crap Music and THE RAIN!

[Astrid Wiezell]

Dear Sinister,

   I am bored so I am writing you, sorry about neglecting you in other 
moods. I love you, baby (babies?) you know that. True and forevah. 4-evah!!! 
Sorry, i am so tired that i most probably will keep writing fake-hip hop 
slang that really is not funny for anyone but me and Amanda.

   Today, I am meeting up with the very nice Ian Watson, it shall be very 
interesting indeed! He is interviewing THE HIVES, yes he is one cool guy. 
And also my first sinisteree that I meet that is of the sinister london 
massive. I am worried I will not be cool enough, but if not, he can always 
flee I guess. Ha ha.

  Also, today Popaganda starts (yes you read correctly), which is a free 
three-day-festival at the uni in Stockholm. You have to be 18 to go there. I 
am 17 and 11 months. My boyfriend will be spending his weekend there. 
EVERYONE will be spending their weekend there. Never mind me and Amanda, oh 
no, we'll have FUN ourselves! We'll record songs on the cassette porta and 
we'll dance in our Justin Hawkins + Caleb Followill masks that we got from 
NME. WE WILL BE HAVING FUN.
   I'm just a wee bit bitter, you see, and now the rain is POURING DOWN, and 
I am gloating. Ha ha ha ha. Take THAT. Oh well, really, I would wish that 
everyone would have a nice time, or at least boyfriend + friends + other 
friends in general. But it is quite annoying.

  Today this performance poetry guy came to our school and had a show/ 
lecture/ performance. It was pretty damn cool, his name is Bob Hansson and I 
thought he'd be a "tormented" poet or something but he was pretty fucking 
cool, it was nice to see something uncontrolled and sort of - well 
spontaneous - at our school. Yes.

   The people with the music computer in this computer room are playing - 
cue drum roll - BACKSTREET BOYS! Ugly shitfaced crap band, ah I hate them so 
badly! Now, I've had my crap taste in music during the years, like the fact 
that I was quite the avid,er, Hanson fan (I WAS TEN YEARS OLD, DON'T JUDGE 
ME!) or stuff like that, but Backstreet Boys... I was the only one who never 
liked them in my class, along with the boys, and I am still proud about the 
fact that I never gave up in favour of their beyond crappy music. Hrrrrrr.

  "There's something missing in my... heeeeeaaaaart" they just sang. Hope 
they stay that way. I am sorry, I am not usually this evil and aggravated 
but I am very hungry and I don't want to go out in the rain and er, yes, I 
don't know, let's blame it on something more .

  The Josh Ritter gig is coming up, will be pretty damn amazing, I hope. I 
am on the guestlist + 1 for the Stockholm show (thanks Darius!) and 
hopefully me and Amanda will get in without any questions, would be really 
nice since Josh is a very humble and sympathetic man and a real joy to watch 
perform.

   Also was told yesterday that my favourite teacher in the whole school - 
my English teacher - is going on paternity leave all of next year... NO! I 
have my hopes for some other teachers that I might get now, but you never 
know. Hmmm. I will keep you posted since I gather you are all extremely 
intrigued by which person will be my English teacher next fall and spring 
term.

   I am so tired. I am so tired. I am so tired. I am so tired. I am so 
tired. Why? I can't remember. Oh, right, my boyfriend called me at like 2:45 
a.m because i told him to call when he got home from his experimental music 
rehearsal and wanted him to but i was really fucking tired and now i can't 
seem to shake it off. Hrrrr.

My day has been nice though. Organisation and leadership: my nice teacher 
let us watch the office (we're on the 5th episode by now, that is how many 
times she has let us watch ricky gervais being v. funny instead of studying 
business law etc.) and had brought with her chocolate. One of my best 
friends, Zebine had been making great chocolatey stuff to eat and brought to 
class, and so I ate about 70% of the content in her tupperware box. Oops.

Then I had English where we performed Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 
as Reader's Theatre, it went quite well I think. Hmmm. Yes, I think so. I am 
pleased with the outcome.

Then lunch and then some performance poetry.

How could I be tired, i've been doing nothing all day!

Ok, must rush off and try to socialize, one more Backstreet Boys song and I 
will became morbide and dangerous and not armed, but then again, you can use 
many things to kill someone with.

Weekend lovin'

Astrid x
www.katsite.tk

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