Listening to an interview with Pete about Psychoderelict. I think he's a knight in shining armor. Like the crazy White Knight from Through the Looking-Glass. He's totally out of his mind, but he's got a lot of important, interesting things to say; I'm kinda like Alice. Except I don't have Pete dragging me through Looking-Glass Land. Which would be rather fun.

But in the interview, he talks about Lifehouse and Psychoderelict and all that--about how Ray High is like a shining-knight figure (except not). I think of Pete as a knght in shining armor. Yeah, I'm making absolutely no sense and I'm totally being a halfwitted fangirl again. But still. I'll listen to him until the day I die. Maybe longer. He's got something important to say in every little tune he writes, even if the songs are seemingly meaningless. I wanna listen to what he has to say; I wanna hear The Note; I wanna learn from him. I've got such a goofy crush on him. Trying valiantly to get rid of it, because eighteen-year-old dork-hippies shouldn't obsess over old, wise men with large noses and large brains.

Well, anyway.

Weird things going on around my house. I laid down last night to go to bed and turned on my side... and on the other side of the bed, I felt the mattress depress. Like someone had sat down there. I do not have anybody else in my room when I go to bed. That kind of creeped me out. And my mum has been hearing things all over the house--tappings, knockings, whistles, soft chatter, and so on.

We have sort of a "not-me" ghost in our house, named James Stern. Sometimes I daydream that he's really real and he's just kind of bumming around our house. But then, sometimes, I suspect that he really is real and teases us. Just sometimes. Think I'm losing my mind? What little I've got left to lose, anyway.