down and out

i have tendonitis (however you spell that) in my right hand, and i'm in a ton of pain. please, please, pray for me.

"message to my girl" - Split Enz

I don't want to say "I love you"
That would give away too much.
It's hip to be detached and precious,
the only thing you feel is vicious.
I don't want to say "I want you"
even though I want you so much.
It's wrapped up in conversation,
it's whispered in a hush.

Though I'm frightened by the word,
I think it's time I made it heard.

No more empty self possession,
visions swept under the mat.
It's no New Years resolution,
it's more than that.

Now I wake up happy
warm in a lover's embrace.
No one else can touch us
while we're in this place.

So I'll sing it to the world
this simple message to my girl.

No more empty self possession,
visions swept under the mat.
It's no New Years resolution,
it's more than that.

Though I'm frightened by the word,
I think it's time I made it heard.

So I'll sing it to the world
this simple message to my girl.

No more empty self possession,
visions swept under the mat.
It's no New Years resolution,
it's more than that.

Oh there's nothing quite as real
as the touch of your sweet hands.
I can't spend the rest of my life
buried in the sand.

happy easter

to you all -
He is Risen,
He is Risen Indeed!

Please pray for Selena, the bulgarian missionary. I haven't had word from her in a while, and its worrying me.

A couple updates on stuff:
-four new videos on youtube (check it out at http://youtube.com/finchfilms) though three of those might take a day or two to finish uploading.
- I have lots of new graphix and designs on finch's nest, and I'm afraid to post more, becuase no one has commented on the last ten or so...(I honestly wonder why I bother somethimes. Maybe I ought to be medicated for manic depression.)
-Jupi says HIIIiiii! (and yes, just like that).

and that's about it.
I am currently eating a strange turquoise jelly bean (I think its cotton candy? Not sure) and listening to the Split Enz, my new favorite group.
1980's, New Zelanders.
Can you say AWeSoMe?
(if you look up my video webpage, you can watch alot of their music. It's pretty sweet).

So again,
Happy Easter,
and good night!

With love,
Melle Finchley

operation hairclip

I have a certain teacher who, for some odd reason, does not wish to cut his hair. So now that his bangs are in his eyes, he's rather taken to wearing a black hairclip. Just one. Off to side. Not all that noticiable until the light catches it.
Awkward?
Is it a fashion statement?
A Prancing Nancy? Or a Transcendentalist?

You decide.

Our class made a big deal and razzed him for it. And thus OPERATION HAIRCLIP was born.


I stood in the hallway, two black hairclips keeping my own bangs away from my face, handing out other hairclips to my classmates. We stood in a hushed huddle in the middle of the hall, grinning to keep a case of the giggles at bay. He suddenly appeared in the hall, and too flustered to really notice us, said that we were loitering and to get in out seats. We sheepishly smiled at each other as we came into class while he bustled off to the library. More students arrived - I ran out of hairclips. Another girl had brought some. C. snagged a pink one. We tried to pull ourselves together and act normal. The bell rang. We were in our seats. We were chatting normally as he walked in. He began teaching. We stole glances at each other behind his back. He wasn't noticing. He passed out tests. Some people (including me) had forgotten their books, and were going to get points docked.
Uh. Oh.
He settled into a regular schedule.
What now?

G. leaned his head to one side, pink hairclip clearly visible in his dark hair. He asked a loud and repetive question. The teacher turned away from the board, and stopped in his tracks doing a double-take of G. A snicker broke out. Said teacher slowly surveyed the room, his bafflement increasing with every degree of his turn.
"What?" said S finally, nonchalantly. A silver hair clip stuck straight up out his black hair.
We lost it. A roar of laughter broke out. Teacher was bent double with bewilderment, curiosity, and giggles.
He waved his hand, trying to catch his breath. "I like this too much," he said at last. "I won't take off any points".
My hand triumphantly shot into the air, and we settled down to our tests, still snickering.

"locked out" - crowded house

I been locked out
I been locked in
But I always seem to come back again
When you’re in that room
What do you do?
I know that I will have you in the end

And the clouds - they are crying on you
And the birds are offering up their tunes
In a shack that’s as remote as a mansion
You escape into a place where nothing moves

And I been locked out
And I know we’re through
But I can’t begin to face up to the truth
I wait so long for the walls to crack
But I know that I’ll one day have you back

And the hills are as soft as a pillow
And they cast a shadow on my bed
And the view when I look through my window
Is an alterpiece I’m praying to
For the living and the dead

Twin valleys shine in the morning sun
I sent the message out to my only one

I been locked out
And I know we’re through
But I can’t begin to face up to the truth
I waited so long for the walls to crack
But I know that I’ll one day have you back
Yes I will!

And I work with the bees and the honey
And every night I circle like a moon
And its an act of simple devotion
But it can take forever
When you’ve got something to prove

I've been locked out
I've been locked out
I've been locked out!

(Yes, my new 80's obsessions. Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq645z7qfp8)