So there I was sitting on the bus listening to Sgt Peppers with tears rolling down my face. I havent listened to that album for years and years. I had forgotten the stunning beauty and perfection. Try putting Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds on your ipod, close your eyes and visualise the lyrics. Tears are guaranteed.

Of course, there is the slightly uncomfortable possibility that I am having a little wee crack up. This week was a bit of a tough slog. Ive had two clients rip each other apart emotionally and a teenager tell me that they were raped when they were 6 years old, and Im the only person they have ever ever told. Im honored that he/she told me and they are safe now I think, but it was a hard one to hear. Im glad though that this little person trusted me enough to tell me.

Im stressing a little about moving forward at uni and balancing the workload there with work. Stressing a little about how to get all the pieces of my life to fall neatlyish into place. I know that they always have before, I just have to have the faith to take the leap out of the airplane and hope that my parachute has the decency to open.

On a more upbeat note, some good shit is there too. Its not all heavy shit. Polyphonic Spree is coming to play to me soon and we are going with our very dear old friend Sherwyn. My friend had her baby, and she is the dearest sweetest little thing ever. Her name is Mollie. I got a Mrs Retro Mama finally and I just adore her little transluscent shiny face. Her name is Zizi Jeanmarie, after her favourite dancer, she tells me. Anyway, here is a picture of the original Zizi. Not the doll. sheesh Im talking shit.....




I have to hook into an assignment this weekend. I would love to just collapse in bed till Monday. Sheesh Im buggered though. Im rambling and ranting on the internet. Maybe I need to go get a beer.

Mmmm. Hello weekend. Youre looking bloody good. Is that a new outfit? It looks great on you.

Ive had one good week (started collecting my thesis data, nice easy week with clients, did a roleplay at uni and it went down quite well) and one quite average to shitstinking week (suicide call from an intoxicated client at home alone with a ten year old child, a spate of forgetting things, losing things and thinking about things I wasnt real keen about thinking about).

We have a new inmate at the house of blythe. After much ranting and raving I got a Can Can Cat. Man, you should see her dancing up a storm, kicking that little plastic leg up high. She is providing quality adult oriented entertainment to the girls at the barbeque restaurant at the moment. She still doesnt speak much English, so I dont know her name, but Bridgette has started to teach her so I should have a good idea soon.


Oh, Bridgette just told me that her name is Emille. So there you go.

I have a pissy little 300 word essay to write this weekend, a "self reflective"piece on a videotaped counselling session (man I hate those. I never really know what to reflect about. My shoes look good on film? Both my ears match? What do you want from me! ) Apart from that, I have a very serious desire to watch some movies. We have Be Kind Rewind, and Im planning to rent The Mist and some Jake (grrrrrr) Gylanhall thing a ma dingo. I need a little lazy.

Im snuggled up under a green chenille bedspread. Im fluey its true. Three blythes are on duty. Celeste, my little rainy day in Tokyo Aztec, the lovely Audrey my little Goldie and Donette my honey bunny that my real honey bunny Juggs bought me last time I arrived in Tokyo when he had been there for a week. These blythes are on the cheer up crew today, and they are doing a champion of a job.

Since the last time we spoke a bit has happened. My hand has healed, and it aches nostalgically when its cold. I went to Hong Kong for a little holiday. Arggh, what a cool place! I mean, they have a bronze statue of Bruce Lee for fucks sake! I caught up with my lovely freind Michelle, went up a mountain to see buddha,(but he was hiding in the mist) bought some new blythes, went to the film festival and farted all the way through the new Gus Van Sant movie and just had a lovely time. Hong Kong is a big crazy rabbit warren. I loved it and I dare say we will return there one day.
What else? Oh yeah, I saw Ween! On my motherfuckin birthday! It was great. Ween! They havent played here in ten years. I dont get out much these days with uni and all, but when I do...its pretty sweet.

After my existential crisis over christmas I have lost 20 kgs. No shit, Im all skinny now. Im still plowing on with my masters of clinical psychology and Im still doing my counselling job. Its all beer and skittles really.

I guess I just wanted to reaffirm the fact that Im still here, alive and well. I miss my LJ friends so this is a slimy tentacle of hope that I am casting out into cyberspace. How are you all dears?

Here's a piccy of good old Tabby admiring my scar. I got the bandage off yesterday and my doctor seemed very proud of his handiwork. I feel like a frankenstein, but it really doesnt worry me.

So Im back at work, and providing my clients with some one armed analysis. A few of them had major meltdowns over Christmas, one ending up in the same hospital as me (different ward though).

One small silver lining has emerged from this cloud of drama. While I was lying in hospital I got an idea for my thesis topic "Motorcycle riding,personality type and risk taking behaviour". I ran it by my supervisor (who I adore) and after she stopped laughing she loved it.

I feel stuck in a muddy wash of codiene and cotton wool. Its all murky down here right now. I had my surgical capers two days ago and I got home yesterday afternoon. I have a three inch cut and a thumb full of metal. It hurts like all fuck. Im drowsy, ugly and feeling a bit poor me, which I will give myself a good talking to for at some point. i think the reality of it all has set in, ouch. Fuck. Crap.
Hospital was ok. I had to hang in the surgical waiting room from 8am till 2pm so i read a book I found in all the magazines, What Katy Did Next. After 6 hours of wandering the corridors trying not to flash anyone in my backless robe I didnt give a fuck What Katy Did Next, to be honest.

The pre op injection was fun, I was so woozy I was having a lovely time. I woke up in the orthapaedic ward with lots of poor old grannies with broken hips one with dementia. I was pretty much left alone which was ok with me. I just ipoded, drew cartoons and read my daniel johnston book in peace. Some other poor old bastard fell over in the toilet at 2am ( he kept yelling and screaming) so despite the 8pm lights out and the fact that all my roomates went to sleep like chooks it was a rough night.

Interesting fact for my feminist pals, my male OT warned me that sometimes people faint when they see their wounds and he makes them move their broken thumbs, but he said that women never faint, only men!!!

Juggs is at work, so it's just me, 47 Blythe dolls, three seasons of project runway and some left over christmas chocolate. It could be worse. Juggs took me to see The Darjeeling Express to cheer me up, which it certainly did, although we did exchange some grim glances about Owen Wilson's character's accident. Man, I love Wes Anderson. He is a gift to the world.

Thanks to all my cyber pals and your kind posts, it means a lot when you are licking your wounds to know that someone cares.

Well, what with me studies and crazy work hours it seems that I havent updated for 22 weeks. Shit the bed, time flies and so did I two days ago. I had an unscheduled Vespa accident that involved me hitting the bullbar of a parked van (the pesky fucker came at me out of nowhere). As I flew off the scooter I remember thinking, this can't be good. The poor Vespa is all banged up, and I have a busted ass raggedy thumb and some hideous bruising including a badly bruised right tit, hence the title of this entry. I have to have a metal plate and some screws put in my left thumb to help it to heal, so Im going under the proverbial surgeon's blade tommorow. The tit remains ugly and unloved. But the good news is I have lots of project runway, deadwood and king of the hill to help me recover. This one fingered typing malarky is making me feel buggered so thats it Im afraid.

I honestly didnt plan it. I dropped Juggs off at work and I had an hour to kill, so I thought I'd grab a coffee. I walked past a book store and there were about 70 dorks waiting to get their sweaty mitts on the new Harry Potter. Silly fucks, I thought. There is another bookstore just around the corner, I might just wander by and see if anyone is there...just out of curiousity. Not a soul in sight. Well, I thought, I might as well loiter and see what happens. What happened was I got the first copy out of the box, cheered like the biggest lonely nerd in the world when we did the countdown in the final ten seconds till Harry time, and won a poster book cause I was the first person in line. I felt dozens of beady eyes watch me jealously, but hey, the early geek gets the book, right?

div align="center">

The sorting hat says that I belong in Ravenclaw!

<td width="9%" bgcolor="#FBF5D8" class="Normal">
</td>
<

Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."

Ravenclaw students tend to be clever, witty, intelligent, and knowledgeable.
Notable residents include Cho Chang and Padma Patil (objects of Harry and Ron's affections), and Luna Lovegood (daughter of The Quibbler magazine's editor).

</td>
</tr>
<td width="75%" class="Normal">

Take the most scientific Harry Potter
Quiz ever created.</td>

Get Sorted Now!

</div>

Alright, I did "borrow" this idea but it is nearly Harry Potter time!


I have been so busy lately, too busy to talk to my old friend, Livejournal. Ive had my ego bruised and my name besmirched. Ive appeared in print. Ive appeared in outfits that had no hope of matching. And Im still alive and kicking, for those of you who care.

Work has been very very full on! Lots and lots of clients, and lots and lots of experience for me. I think I have had almost every issue in the last few weeks at work. Add to that steamy mix some in house staff dramas and you have one frickin spicy meatball.

Im struggling to survive my second semester at uni too. The workload is bigger than that giant ass in the Sir Mix a Lot filmclip. Its exhausting. Honestly it is.

But apart from that, Juggs is as beautiful a partner as ever. Its fucking freezing. Im wearing fingerless gloves and beanies more days than not. Knitting up a storm. Swearing up a hurricane. 43 Blythes now live with us. Pizza for dinner.

I guess that just about covers it....

I cant resist a dare..so here you go..


1 question.
1 chance.
1 honest answer.
Thats all you get.

You get to ask me 1 question. Any 1 question, anything, no matter how crazy it is.

No catch. But I challenge you to repost this and see what people ask you!

Stolen from everyone!

TEN BANDS OR SINGERS YOU LOVE
1: The Eels
2: Elliott Smith
3: Ween
4: Daniel Johnston
5: Syd Barrett
6: Tom Waites
7: CKY
8: The Polyphonic Spree
9: Belle and Sebastian
10: The Cramps

NINE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU SMILE.
1: Blythes and their complex social interactions
2: Jabbin Juggs Dee without fail
3: Mr Friendly
4: Garden Gnomes on holidays, scuba diving, parasailing and the like. They show them on Amazing Race all the time.
5: Psychology Textbooks (sad)
6: knitting up a storm
7: big fuck off cups of real coffee
8: Milk and Cheese, Hate and any Robert Crumb comics
9: Chimpanzee antics, especially if they act like people.


EIGHT THINGS YOU WEAR EVERY DAY.
1: Eyeliner
2: Mascara
3: a cheerful hair bow
4: a vague expression
5: supportive undergarments
6: lots of microbes
7: gimmicky plastic earings
8: appropriate footwear


SEVEN THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU.
1: stickers on fruit
2: people touching up my blythes without my overt consent
3: Playboy seat covers in cars, and franjipani stickers on the back windows of cars
4: judgement, prejudice, superiority.
5: slow internet
6: top 40 radio
7: idle chit chat.

SIX THINGS YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO.
1: completing my masters degree covered in steak and glory.
2: Seeing Grindhouse in its entirety, as god intended it to be seen.
3: more fuckin blythes and blythe related products in my hot little hands
4: seeing Jabbin Juggs when he gets home from kicking ass and chewing glass
5: more travel in the future.
6: writing a book one of these days


FIVE THINGS YOU'RE SCARED OF.
1: frogs and wet bits of paper
2: Accidentally watching The View.
3: being unaware of my own body odour.
4: having to work in retail again
5: someone being 'disappointed' in me.

FOUR THINGS THAT ARE ON YOUR DESK
1: Two blythes.
2: Jay and Silent Bob figures
3: Beavis and Butthead figures
4: The Mental Health Desk Reference.


THREE MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH AGAIN AND AGAIN.
1: the OG Planet of the Apes (with Charlton "Bang Bang" Heston".
2: Ghostworld
3: The Big Lebowski


TWO OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS RIGHT NOW.
1: Ant Farm - The Eels
2: Independence Day - Elliott Smith

PERSON YOU COULD SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH.
1: Juggs.

I cant explain how beautiful it is to wake up to find all the kind posts everyone did to my last entry. You are the most wonderful bunch of online freinds you could ever ask for. Thank you all so much. I teared up several times reading your replies. I just want to tell you all you are lovely people, and Im honored to know you all!

I dont know if Ive ever posted about my cat, Oscar.

Oscar was a russian blue. He had the most easygoing, sweet, even tempered nature out of anyone Ive ever met, human or animal. Nothing fazed him. Everything was cool. Oscar loved to eat, he loved to lie in the sun, and he loved to purr as you scratched him behind the ears.

I took him to the vet because he hasnt been eating, he was miaowing constantly, he had started to wobble and lose his balance when he walked, and most unusal for him, he hadnt eaten for three days. It turns out he had cancer, so I had to say goodbye to my old feline friend of some 18 years or so. It was so weird, he completely calmed down when the vet was talking to me about putting him to sleep. No more miaowing in pain. He purred gently as he died while I was patting him and telling him that I loved him. Im so fucking sad, but I know that he isnt suffering anymore.


He died with the beauty and dignity he lived his life. Happy trails, my dear friend. I'll miss you so much.

I arrived back in australia this morning after travelling for 26 hours straight - tired, disoriented and feeling about as fresh as a construction worker's nut sack. I've had about four hours sleep in two days and went out boozing and carousing the night before I came home. As you can see from the photo I stole from my dear freind and Tokyo maestro Martine (hope thats ok...from her wonderful site http://www.frangipani.info) I had quite a time of things...



So what crazy kimono clad capers did I get up to, you may well ask? In point form:

1. A bit of snowboarding, hang gliding, white water rafting, some competitive track and field, bobsledding and zombie hunting. All done in virtual form at Sega Joyopolis (as if a lazy fuck like me would do anything that physical). It kicked some serious ass. And we went to two different walk though a haunted house, a satanic mass, a room full of possessed Japanese dolls and a spinning rollercoaster in the dark. What a great selection of attractions! It was so much fun I got gas real bad.

2. Traditional japanese style bathing in a guest house in Nikko. Ahhhh soooo relaxing! Nikko is the most beautiful place.....1200 year old temples and cherry blossom. Such a nice contrast to crazy ass Tokyo.

3. Five new blythes. Yes, you heard me right. Five.
They are: Brady, a saffy prima, Adeline, a Taylor Gibson from Junie Moon, Celeste, an Aztec Arrival, Apple, a Rainy Day Parade and an as yet anonymous Silver Snow. The big head count at my place is 43 now, plus a foster child. And the girls scored too, they got a desk, dining setting, numerous rement including donuts and some duty free booze and I bought heaps of new pattern books and what nots for them. It was so funny seeing five big headed bodies in outline on the X Ray of my bag at the airport. It looked like I was smuggling tiny illegal aliens.

4. I was most honored to be invited to a meeting of the Tokyo Stitch and Bitch by the sweet and amazing knitter extrodinaire, Kat Mok. I had the most wonderful time, drinking beer and knitting. The perfect combination! Man, the wool stores over there were mindblowingly good. I spent hours and hours fingering the yarn selection!!

5. A new Elliott Smith album! A blythe DVD! New snazzy socks and fashion!

6. Tons and tons of unhealthy food (Mr Donut, Yoshinoya, Mos Burger, Mr Freindly shaped mini hotcakes....) and good beer!

7. A great night out with Martine and her darling new flatmate Fukuchan in Roppongi involving many beers in a tiny aussie bar and an Anthony Bourdain style walk on the culinary wild side in a Korean BBQ joint, followed by a slurry ride on the last train home.

8. Mindblowingly fashion..Baby The Stars Shine Bright..a foxy fox boy in Nakano.....pretty maid chickies everywhere....boys with ears and tails in Harajuku....a dude walking around with a globe for a head in the deserted streets in the middle of the night....half man half frogs....visual overload basically.

9. Two new pairs of converse! Converse make me so happy with life.

10. Roller coaster riding! Donut eating! Wearing stripy shirts! Hanging in the park drinking beer! Tanuki madness!!!

11. The Japanese version of Hedwig singing J Pop to an audience of adoring pubescent girls headbanging and doing rehearsed hand movements ( he was doing great till the police told him to move on).

12. Thrills provided by a manga reading street performer who gave us cookies, crossing the Road at the Hatchiko crossing and riding the trains at peak hour, high on the second hand sake fumes from the pissed salarymen.

And the low spot....dont read this if you are sqeamish, ok?

I was walking along with Juggs one morning not looking at where I was going as usual (there is too many interesting things to look at in Tokyo to mind where your feet are) and I slipped on a dead baby bird. I had dead baby bird guts all over my new converse. It was just horrendous. I wanted to cry and be sick at the same time. As bad as the time that kid blew his nose in my hand. True story.

I will post pictures of my adventures in the future, not the dead bird incident though. You wouldnt want to see that.

Two days till Tokyo. Forty eight hours. Eight clients at work. Two sleeps. Five meals. Two showers. Two craps. Two teeth brushings. Shit.
I think Im sort of organised, but Ive been running around like my ass is on fire for the last few days.
To take our collective minds off things, Juggs and I went and saw 300 last night. Fuck a duck. It was like a whole bunch of bad tattoos that had come to life. I sat there all the way through it wavering in my opinion. Oiled muscles and computer generated six packs rippled. Blood sprayed. Heads rolled. Xerxes minced and camped. Leoniadas struck numerous heroic and manly poses, his middle fingers proudly stuck up in the air. Fuck you persians! The whole movie was one big FUCK YOU!! For gods sake, there was a guy with a frickin goat's head blowing on a flute, which was worth the ticket price alone. I loved it. It was kitch. I hated it. It was macho crap. I walked out scratching my noggin. Funnily enough, so did Juggs. We got some good unintentional laughs from it though, so bottom line was it hit the spot.

Im feel like Im sitting in a pretty sweet position right about now. Not that this chair is that comfy, its not, Im speaking metaphorically here.

I went to see Slayer and Mastadon on Thursday night. They rocked. Who cares if Slayer are getting old? Let's just say it was metal to the nth degree. I dont think Ive ever seen so many guys in black tshirts in all my days. You could cut the pent up jizz and testosterone with a butter knife. I took a very bad photo of my newest girl, Kat with some of the crowd so that you could get the idea...




The next morning I did my exam with ringing in my ears. It was tough....I was still writing when they said pens down and a mean old lady yelled at me. My lecturer had a bash at her place on Friday night. Snags and Magnum icecreams. Picture a bunch of psychologists drunk on margaritas playing The Analyist. Very funny indeed, and I very interesting way to find out what people thing of you and of themselves! There was only one near punch up when someone said this sour faced canadian chick reminded them of a suburb full of heroin addicts. I rolled home a bit tiddly at 2am while Jabbinjuggs snored peacefully. I felt so naughty.

This time next week I will be in Tokyo. I have so much to do! I have to whipper snipper my hairy eyebrows and that could take me all day. I still have to decide who to take with me Blythe wise. I may have to pull their names out of a hat, in the interest of fairness. Its looking like a battle between Zoe (FP) Loulou ( tibiloo's ex girl, a custom goldie with a strong french accent) and Poe ( Heidi's ex girl, a very timid hollywood who would probably benefit from some travel). Tough, tough call! Any ideas?

Ive been moping around the house all day reading a book about Aileen Woronov and the way in which dysfunctional early attachment can lead to psychopathy, blowing my nose like a foghorn. Not because Im emotional, mind you, but its the time of year again where significant amount of stress cause me to eventually fall in a snivelling heap. I blame most of this on the choking fit I had at uni yesterday when a devious fish burger I was trying hard to scoff for lunch fought back.

Not that life is that bad, mind you. I just seem to be getting progressively more tired and it all seems to be getting incrementally more difficult. Its been quite a demanding 6 months, Ive really taken on some new roles. Such as becoming a counselor, and all the vicarious stress that involves. It was a big challenge, especially wondering if I could actually help people. It seems as if I can, but sometimes I get someone really in a fucking stew and, apart from trying to lead them to understand how their actions may be influencing the consequences they see in their lives, it can be fucking hard. Especially if the main problem is due to something traumatic that has happened in the past, which of course is not their fault! I guess sometimes I just want to do more for people, but I feel kind of impotent. This shits me to tears sometimes. And everyone at work says Im great at what I do, which makes me feel like a big phoney.

Becoming a masters student at a new uni ( and a "posh" one at that) has stressed me out. Masters is obviously a step up, and Im cutting it really well, sitting on a high distinction. But now thats kind of a worry. I never get those kind of results, and fucked if I know how I can keep this up. What if I cant? Fear of failure is creeping around the edges of my mind like a midnight underpants theif. I know that failure doesnt matter, I just have to pass this fucking thing. What is the problem??

Maybe Im setting my limbo stick too low. I dont know.

I have an exam in one week ( Im concerned I dont know shit) and Im off to Tokyo in two weeks (Im concerned Im not ready at all!!). Fuck Im a whinging snail. It must be the flu or something.

I nearly ran my car off the road before. I saw this big ass sign screaming " Doll sale...today!" Visions of $5 Kenners swam in front of my eyes. I seriously was so excited I was vibrating. Ive had this weird feeling that another Kenner is coming into my life lately, very strange. I ran into the scout hall and all I saw were those demonic porcelain dolls with the teeth and shit. A couple of sad ass Cabbage Patch Kids. A captain cook doll. No blythes. I asked the dude who was running it if he had any and pulled Clementine out of my bag to show him that I meant business. No luck. But he said she was cute, so I figure that will do her self esteem wonders. Poor Clem.

Im in timer mode right now. Two weeks till my exam. Three weeks till Tokyo. Three days till I go back to work. Time, time, time. Its not really living in the now, but I cant help thinking about the future. Ive got to get exam prep done this weekend, but Im procrastinating a bit, as if you cant tell. Uni is still kick ass, except for a super boring seminar I went to last weekend on expert evidence. It didnt really help me to learn what to do if I ever have to go to court, it was just a whole platoon of bearded lawyers grandstanding and talking about the DSM. Funny thing though, my class had lunch with them on Thursday, and one of them said something about how they enjoyed my sense of humor at the seminar. I honestly cant remember saying anything funny. Weird.

Well, apart from working and studying Ive watched a couple of movies lately. Children of Men, which was fucking good, Shortbus, which was just fabulous, and Art School Confidential, which was a let down - I mean Clowes and Zwigoff collaborating should mean kickass, and it was good. Just good.

Well, its been a while since Ive been here, right? At first I didnt feel like updating... then I got a little side tracked, but Im back in town. It hasnt changed much...
First up I was too sad...my dad's health went downhill for a while, but the good bit is he got a lot better and he seems to be doing pretty well. It hurts to see him suffer. I hope he stays in good shape for a long time to come.

Then I got too busy and distracted. Uni is great...so different to my old uni. The subject In doing, forensic mental health is brilliant (we even got to do a field trip to a maximum security women's prison) and Im doing pretty well so far if I say so myself. Nothing like blowing your own trumpet, right?

Work has gone through the roof busy. I sorta got a promotion to adult counsellor/groupworker/acting co-ordinator including a couple of extra bucks in my pants each week. But, with the spoils of power comes the crushing oppression of responsiblility (well it would if I wasnt so good at avoiding responsibility).

More good shit, Im off to my beloved Tokyo again in four weeks, after my last exam. I get to see our dear freind Marty, expand the blythe nation Im trying to create and inflict my dubious japanese language skills on the unsuspecting natives. I cant wait!! Its enough to make you pee your daks with excitement.

So really, everything is fuckin good for me right now. I wish I could say the same thing for my blythe, Clementine. She has started counselling, and is making some very positive gains. But there are a lot of issues to explore, as you can see from the photo. I guess I shouldnt have named her after an Elliott Smith song....



What else? Im waiting on a primadollie Ebony. Apparently she has caught her flight from Hong Kong ok, so once she gets through imigration she should be fine. She is Ms. 37. I just dont know when to stop....

I had to steal this from Unravelledgirl, its too good to ignore.


So, here's how it works
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool


Opening Credits: These Burgers - Mouldy Peaches
First Day at School: Fish In the Jailhouse - Tom Waits
Falling In Love: Mighty Penis Laser - Big Dumb Face
Fight Song: Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash
Breaking Up: I Got A Weasel - Ween
Prom: Gigolo Aunt - Syd Barrett
Life's OK: P.S. You Rock My World - The Eels
Mental Breakdown: Devil Town - Daniel Johnston
Driving: Tiger Rag - Django Reinhardt
Flashback: Waving My Dick In the Wind - Ween
Getting Back Together: Love of the Loveless - The Eels
Wedding: My Wandering Days are Over - Belle and Sebastian
Birth of Child: Suddenly Everything Has Changed - The Flaming Lips
Final Battle: Dont Lets Start - They Might Be Giants
Death Scene: Effervescing Elephant - Syd Barrett
Funeral Song: Two Thousand Places - The Polyphonic Spree
End Credits: Interstellar Overdrive - Pink Floyd.

Well that was enjoyable. Thanks again Unravelledgirl. It made me forget my problems for a while. I had the day from shit town today. I dont want to talk about it, except to say that I think Im going insane. I got off the bus (which wasnt even going to where I had to go, even though the bus driving dude told me it was when I bought my damn ticket) and I screamed. Really loud. "FUCK". Just like that. But the weird part was I wasnt really aware that I was going to do it, or that I did it afterwards. I just realised I did because my throat hurt from yelling and people were staring at me.

I hope I dont make a habit of this. Its kind of disturbing.