Something has to give...

I am officially lazy and have been putting off a blog post complete with photos, etc. simply because I'm not "feeling" it right this moment. So, I thought I would buy myself some time by posting these incredible lyrics by Miss KT Tunstall. Lyrically, I believe this is the strongest song off of her latest musical offering, "Drastic Fantastic". Check it out. Personally, it was a bit of a let down after her debut album, "Eye to the Telescope". But, I suppose it's difficult to create genius of the same caliber back to back.

Anyway, maybe this weekend I will discover the gumption to post something written by me. Novel idea.

Paper Aeroplane by KT Tunstall

Well, this stone that I have swallowed
isn't going down so well.
And this road that I have followed
is leading me to hell.

And you said it didn't matter,
but I think you're a liar.
Is this one of your talents
that stokes the very fire that burns you
each time you try to live?

The earth will turn below you.
The pressure is building
and something has to give.

And when I build you a steeple
you say it's incomplete.
'Cause you need the whole cathedral
to satisfy your need.

And you're like a paper aeroplane
that never seems to land.
Flying blind through anything
straight into the hand that chokes you
each time you try to live.

And the earth will turn below you.
The pressure is building
and something has to give.
Something has to give.
Something has to give.
Something has to give.

I really really really...

want to open my Wii and play tennis. But I made a stupid promise to my mother that I would wait until Christmas. And I forgot to cross my fingers when making said promise.

So...it's just sitting in the dumb box, waiting to be played. It makes me sad.

Instead I am watching the newest additions to the apartment-- a replacement fish (John Adams) and a frog (the First Lady)-- chase each other around the bowl. No substitute for the Wii. Not at all.

28 days and counting.

Snap.

Postscript: R.I.P. George Washington (the very handsome beta that lived with us for almost two years). Your flamboyant fins will be missed by many.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate...

...Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
--Marianne Williamson

I am sitting in my cubicle thinking about...

the conversations that would ensue after someone uses this product.


Play-Doh Cologne Spray
Eau de Play-Doh?!

In my head, it would go a little something like this:

(Elevator in a high-rise office building)

Doors open. Man enters. Stands next to woman.

Awkward silence.

Woman: Why, what is that whimsical scent?! It's...reminiscent of my...childhood.

Man: It sparked a memory for you, eh?! Good...good. Yeah, it's just this new Play-Doh Cologne. Brings back all of those fresh-from-the-can, full-of-potential childhood memories! Pretty awesome, huh?!

Doors open. Woman exits.

Woman (mumbling): Um, yeah...pretty...awesome.

And I had several other conversational scenarios in my head, but really...the end result was always confusion, curiosity, and even disbelief. Because...why?! Why would anyone choose to smell like a can of Play-Doh? Sure. I love Play-Doh and when you take off the lid there are memories associated with its very distinctive smell. But I also love the smells of the following items, though I would not want to smell like them (including but not limited to, and in no particular order): leather, puppy breath, Mr. Bubble Bubble Bath, cookies, gardenias, old/new books, rubber cement, garlic, new car, bananas, babies, crayons, rain, pie (pumpkin or otherwise), autumn. So, the point is...just because you love how something smells and the fact that it evokes memories of yesteryear does not in any way mean that you need to purchase that smell in liquid form and dab it on your pressure points. You can (and probably should) love these smells from a distance...have your nostalgic moment...and leave it at that. A moment. Not an all-day experience for anyone that comes within a 10-foot radius of you.

Haiku: Part 6 of 7

This morning I saw
colored leaves falling from trees-
earth's cyclical change.

Why is it...

that Whataburger is exponentially more delicious at 3 a.m.?

I'll stand if you want me to...

If you have not heard of Serena Ryder, do yourself a favor. Recently, I have had the good fortune of seeing concerts with opening acts I have never heard of and then instantaneously grown to love (in some cases more than the bands I have actually gone to see). Surprising opening acts as of late include: A Fine Frenzy opened for Brandi Carlile...awesome. Grand Ole Party and The Bird and the Bee opened for Rilo Kiey...very yes. The Start opened for Kenna and She Wants Revenge...pretty yes. And Serena Ryder opened for Sara Bareilles and Paolo Nutini...incredible. I highly recommend purchasing her Joplin-esque EP, Told You In A Whispered Song, from iTunes. It's only $4.49; you can't beat that. I mean, unless you steal it. And if anyone "official" is reading this...I never ever ever ever never ever hardly ever steal music.

Below are lyrics to one of my favorite (I cannot pick a favorite off of the EP...they are all too good) Serena Ryder songs. Also, check out Brand New Love. Enjoy!

Weak In The Knees

Would you mind if I pretended we were somewhere else,
doing something we wanted to?
'Cause all this living makes me wanna do
is die 'cause I can't live with you,
and you don't even care.

Would you mind if I pretended I was someone else,
with courage in love and war?
I use to think that's what I was,
but now this lying hurts too much,
and I don't know what for.

I'm weak in the knees for you,
but I'll stand if you want me to.
My legs are strong and I'll move on,
but honey I'm weak in the knees.

Would you mind if I walked over and I kissed your face
in front of all of your friends?
Would you mind if I got drunk and said
I wanna take you home to bed?
Oh, would you change your mind?

I'm weak in the knees for you,
but I'll stand if you want me to.
My legs are strong and I'll move on,
but honey I'm weak in the knees.

It was over, it's over before it began.
I'm a witness to love...
why can't you understand?
I won't give up my heart.
I won't sell you my soul.
Don't you know it was you?
You could have had it all.

I'm weak in the knees for you,
but I'll stand if you want me to.
My legs are strong. I'll move on.
Honey, I'm weak.
Oh, honey I'm weak for you.
For you.