Birdhouse in Your Soul

The lyrics you knew

I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend But I am
There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(and while you're at it Keep the nightlight on inside theBirdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul


The Dial-a-Song version DIFFERENT LYRICS! (Who knew? Not this girl):
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell Out when you're all by yourself
There's a time when even you get up and leave your nothing to dwell
I don't want to talk about that And no one listens to that
But for the one who does, and she's the one you worry about
Don't you say anything If you have anything to do with it
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
He watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'd like to cover the earth With a fresh-baked yummy dessert
People couldn't live in it, but I think it's worth the money and hurt
'Cause I couldn't tolerate All the empty places in the world
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch He watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I don't feel thirty
Give me something to write on
I don't feel three hundred
Give me something to write on

In my house

Picking up my guitar again and lessons via youtube. If only Forsythe was around to teach me some quick honky tonk...

November Playlist (good for mindless hours at work)

Peppermint

So I dyed my hair red again. Hurray! I've always had fun as a redhead, even if it was artificial (the color, not the fun).






I find I usually color my hair when I need to see results immediately. That being said, I am keeping my patient pants on. I have several ideas up in the air, all of them good. I'm learning to juggle- Metaphorically speaking. It'll be a hot day in February in Wisconsin before you see me juggle for true! We'll see what wonders the world has in store for yours truly. Everything has the potential to be awesome, if I just keep my focus straight and my mind uncluttered with everyday woes!

Am I Blue Clues

1. Blogging to validate emotions = silly.
2. In an effort to make up for the sleep I've lost over the past two weeks, I slept until 6:30. PM. Never a good solution.
3. I've discovered that I have gained back 12 of the 25 lbs I lost 4 years ago- within the past two months. However, I have not eaten all week- except for Thursday night, when the lure of Davenports and movies was all too tempting. But after viewing wedding pictures, the realization that there is not one flattering photo of one's self is quite disheartening and a confirmation of chubby girl syndrome.
4. In reference to the lack of food, it is because I cannot work up the energy to walk down to the store and purchase groceries.
5. Laundry, Jess, Laundry. It can't just pile up for a week and not get done. And yet there it sits.
6. I believe the cat has caught on to my mood, as he has started peeing next to Shakespeare, who responded with "Thy feline's fluids art super gross. Cut it out, you jerk!".
7. I wept, silently bawled even, at Where the Wild Things Are.
8. And I can't get over my frustration that the movie is being brushed off as a hipster joint. You know what film was directed at misunderstood hipsters and was incredibly flawed? Do you? 500 Days of Summer. There. I said it.
9. Regarding above post, I am easily frustrated over silly things and a little short with most people/office equipment these days. (Please refrain from short jokes. I get it.)
10. Massive daily, endless headaches. Not even the approaching holidays can cheer me up- which, if you know me, is a huge indicator of something being off.

I'm gonna take a shot and say this adds up to a blue spot on the Clark calender. One that I am very eager to be rid of. No one likes a mopey chick. Le sigh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlIU-2N7WY4

In honor of the Goddess

I am so lucky to have amazing lady friends in my life. True, I tend to get on with boys better, but my very best friends are all girls. Female companionship is incredibly important. I'm gonna say this, and I hope you won't misconstrue my meaning - I love women. I mean, being one can be beyond frustrating at times; some girls are catty, manipulative, malicious trixies- but mostly... mostly, I think we're amazing creatures. From our inner workings to our outer workings, the complexities and miracles of our day to day lives tend to go unappreciated, ignored and overlooked by our more... obvious qualities. While our sexual identity is important, it tends to overshadow everything else that we are. We're (as a whole) more empathetic human beings, which in my way of thinking, makes us more developed human beings. Because we're built to carry and create life, we somehow have a tendency to sacrifice and commit ourselves to those that we care for, far better than men can (as a whole).



Look, I'm not trying to rant or devalue men (you know I love you too), I just want to celebrate the women in my life - especially my friends. You girls are beyond beautiful and genuine human beings. I can't imagine the giant void that would be in my mind and heart if you weren't a part of my life. I just know each one of you has alternately challenged me and nurtured me; forced me to grow and helped me to understand what makes an obligation to other people's well being oddly freeing. But most of all, ladies, you make me love this life when everything else seems determined to get me down. And I know you'll always be there for me to turn to. Partially because you're women, but chiefly because you are unquestionably some of the most open, honest, thoughtful, sincere, talented, creative creatures on the whole damn planet. You're the blanket to my Linus.
You make my heart do this:




You know who you are. I'm glad we've stuck together. After all, sticking together's what good waffles do.

I just wanna know how it gets made!!

Another successful NYC trip. I mean, having a cute boy escort you around helps and all, but it sure was nice to get to see my cousin and some old friends. And. And. Wait for it. Rob Riggle. At Asscat! (the free improv show at the UCB theatre) Oh so good. Soooo Goood! Also Sanz and Levine and gangly boy from In the Loop showed up, but man, Riggle... I might have wet myself, just a little, when they announced his name. And now, I know I simply must get back into improv somehow. With an improv teacher for a mommy, that shouldn't be so hard, yes? But lorrrrrd chile', I am RuSty! I would need some industrial strength classes to get me back on track.
Moving along. Let's get to the real reason why I am posting. The flight back. I had an experience that led me to create a list of rules for guys who hope to pick up chicks on a plane.
1. Introducing yourself is nice.
2. Saying you remember a girl's face from the flight to NYC is... nice.
3. If she tells you right off the bat that she was visiting her boyfriend, back off.
4. Don't invite her to sit across from you and talk.
5. If you insist on pursuing such a lady, don't ask her questions like
a. do you really love your boyfriend?
b. do you say it?
c. how many times do you say I love you?
d. how many times have you been in love before?
e. do you think he's really into you?
6. If she answers in a manner that suggests she and her partner have a strong relationship, abort mission.
7. Do not:
-Show her the video of your arm being sliced up with a scalpel, followed by having art burnt into it for two hours. She is not impressed that you meditated your way through the pain of having someone cut off a layer of flesh. All she sees is a bloody, skinless arm. For two hours.
-Ask her to scoot over, turn off the overhead light and sit unnecessarily close to her. Especially when you smell like the pail we used to mop the bathroom at my old job.
-Excuse yourself to go to the restroom a million times, leaving her with aforementioned video, then come back with stories like the time you walked in on a girl masturbating in an airplane bathroom.
-Especially do not follow that story up with a suggestive look.
8. If you have not received the desired response by now- and lets face it buster, your moves are about as smooth as a cactus's taint- I would strongly suggest you move along.
9. Do not, as a last ditch attempt, suggest that the two of you go to the back of the plane to watch a movie. She will indeed be forced to shove you out of the way, run to the front of the plane, exclaiming "I feel turbulence! Gotta get back to our seats! Is the plane slowing down??"

I really hope that helps keep any of you fellas from making such grave mistakes as this poor young man did. I was a bit scarred. I mean, not as badly as this guy's arm, but still...

Failure face!

I used to have a Charlie Brown complex. Over the years, however, that has turned into a good thing. That kid was no quitter. I dig that. Here's someone who seems doomed to fail at everything he tries, but he doesn't stop trying. There's a lot to be said for that.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5y4_W-humw

And no, I'm not ashamed that I love this movie. It's definitely worth netflixing.