For some reason whenever I feel BLAH, nostalgic / melancholy songs like Sarah McLachlan’s Building A Mystery make me feel better. Isn’t that weird? Shouldn't happy songs like R.E.M’s Shiny Happy People make me feel less blah? I am such a backwards person.

Also, I had a new Bikram Yoga instructor this morning and he was so cute I had no idea he was talking to me--for like five minutes!--because I was busy simply staring at him.

I am such a doof.

A backwards –tongued tied around cute boys-doof.

But, I’m kinda ok with this.

Here are the song lyrics:

Sarah McLachlan – Building A Mystery (HOW can you not love this song?)

You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?

You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin

You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

You're building a mystery