It's weird. I like it when people tell me what they think of me. It's interesting to see how close/far from the truth they actually are. But I don't like it when there's a chance that someone could actually catch a glimpse and 'see' me. It's such a stereotypical teenage girl thing to say, but I pride myself on being misunderstood. I like the fact that know one really knows what goes on inside this head of mine and that people can think whatever they want of me and almost always be wrong. Although there are also times when I think that I'd love it if someone did understand me. I'm not sure if that's ever going to happen... or even if it already has. Maybe people do understand me, but I just don't understand myself yet.
Arg. Too much for a lazy Monday, I think.
Let's change the subject completely...
I love the lyrics to 'Frontier Psychiatrist' by The Avalanches...
Is Dexter ill today? Mr Kirk, Dexter's in school!
I'm afraid he's not, Miss Fishmore.
Dexter's truancy problem is way out of hand!
The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel
Dexter from the entire public school system.
Oh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset as you to learn of Dexter's truancy,
But surely, expulsion is not the answer!
I'm afraid expulsion is the only answer,
It's the opinion of the entire staff
that Dexter is criminally insane-sane-sane
That boy needs therapy, pyschosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely pyschosomatic,
That boy needs therapy,
Lie down on the couch, what does that mean?
You're a nut! You're crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy,
I'm gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy,
Ranagazoo, let's have a tune,
And when I count three,
That... that... that.. boy... boy needs therapy,
He was white as a sheet, and he also made false teeth
Avalanches above, business continues below,
Did I ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! M... M.. M.. Midgets and indians
and... Fron.. Frontier Psychiatrist,
I-I... I felt strangely hypnotised,
I was in another world, a world of 20.... 20,000 girls,
And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist,
the man with the golden eyeball,
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin...
I promised my girlfriend I could play the
violin... violin... violin....
Frontier Psychiatrist... Frontier...
Frontier... Frontier... Frontier Psychiatrist...
Frontier Psychiatrist
Can you think of anything that talks, other than a person?
Um-um u-um um um... a bird! Yeah! (bird sqawks)
Sometimes a parrot talks (parrot noise)
Ha ha ha ha... Yes, some birds are funny when they talk.
Can you think of anything else? Umm... a record, record, record!