♪ Musical Mondays! ♪♫

Dear reader,

Do you know, I used to call you 'Reader', with a big R. But now I call you 'reader'...with a small r. I wonder what that signifies. Is it simply a lapse of memory or is it something subconscious, like I'm addressing you in a friendlier, more informal way or something? It's probably just because it's easier to type; I don't have to stretch my finger and press the 'shift' key all the time. Eh, whatever. That's actually not what I'm here to talk about. I want to share a song with you, dear reader. And I have decided to make it a weekly event. That way, I can just type up the post beforehand and schedule it to be published on a certain day of my choosing, namely Monday. So, when I have no time to compose a new post, I just pull up one of my reserve musical posts and, voila! Ah, the sheer brilliance with which my mind works surprises me sometimes!

Alright, fine, you can stop rolling your eyes now, my dearest reader. You might hurt yourself. You know, I once rolled my eyes so hard at something my sister Bekah said--I forget what, but it was probably hilariously lame--that I hurt my head. True story. I had a mini headache that lasted about 10 seconds. So, I repeat: don't roll your eyes because you might hurt yourself.

So, for this first Musical Monday, I shall share a song that I've actually had for a long time. I don't know why I never thought of sharing it with you before. Anyway, it's by Alanis Morisette and it's called 'Hand in My Pocket'. Enjoy!

Alanis Morissette

'Hand in My Pocket'

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine, fine, fine
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry, baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly, baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chickens**t
I'm sick but I'm pretty, baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to, my friends
Is that everything's just fine, fine. fine
'cause I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

Well, there you have it. It's one of my favourite songs. Oh, except for the part, 'I'm lost but I'm hopeful, baby'. If I were to sing it in public, like on stage [as if!] I'd probably change it to: 'I'm found and I'm hopeful, baby'. Because I am found. And I am hopeful. I know these are both true, it's just that sometimes I fail to realize them simultaneously.

Ah. Yes. The...censoring thing. I'm sorry, I just couldn't leave it like that, all exposed and everything. It's like OCD, I must cover up any and all expletives somehow, someway. I just can't say s**t. My conscience won't let me taint the pages of my blog with any word harsher than 'crap'. Seriously, that's like the most vulgar word I've used in this blog, ever. But it's not like I don't swear in real life. I swear, sometimes. Mostly in my head and under my breath, though. And nothing worse than s**t. I just don't type swear words...cause I'm awesome like that, yo.

I'd better go now before I say something else that makes me look squarer. See ya later, alligator!

...okay, I'll admit it. That was an extremely square thing to say. I'll just say goodbye now: goodbye now.

Yours,

Figgy the Found and Hopeful