God toys with me, He do, so do.

I had not been able to find my BirdMartiaN messenger bag. I wanted to take it to school. I nearly pulled my bedroom apart trying to find it. It's my favourite bag to fit files and books in. Anyway.

I had a recollection of it being fat and full so that it was round. It kept popping into my mind, and I didn't know what to make of it. Finally I realised that the last thing I did with it was put something in it, something that needed protecting. I kept looking in my wardrobe, but it wasn't there.

I had the strangest recollection to look in my brother's wardrobe. Why would it be in his wardrobe? I went there and opened it up.

There behind some old movie props was my BirdMartiaN bag. Inside it, stuffing the thing to the gills, were the various metal acoutrements to my Xena costume. The famous metal breastplate, the gauntlets and arm-bands and straps that kept the thing together.

I've been so terrified of going to school and having everyone hate me, and in my bag I've chosen for school are the symbols of bravery and courage. So cute.

Anyway, I put them in another bag and now I'm getting ready for school. Oh joy!

Woohoo!

My first day of Tafe rocked ass! I could go on about what I did but it'd only bore you. My classmates seem kinda interesting. I don't know if my style will fit with anyone elses - I worry about that. We'll see, though.

It's going to be hellishly tricky to write down how I write a song, and to be so analytical and note-takingy about it all. Writing a song is usually nearly a spiritual process for me, but it'll help me to train myself to have a process in case the 'spirit' ain't with me. You never know when you'll need to pop a song out for something.

Anyway - comPLETEly knackered, I'm going to go read A Kiss Of Shadows now.