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See them driving nails into souls on the tree of pain ...

Today was HOT. Alan recorded the temperature at 46C. For you folks who only understand Fahrenheit, that would be 115. Apparently it was about 3-4 degrees (Celsius) cooler in the shade, which is where I stayed ... with my two fans ... that blew around hot air. Are still blowing around hot air. Though it's not so bad now. Earlier today, everything was hot. My computer desk was hot, my chair was hot, my glass was hot - it didn't matter what you touched, it was very much on the hot side of things. I woke up at about 8:30am and it felt like being smacked in the face with a physical manifestation of hot. Why we're eating HOT pizza for dinner, I don't know. Maybe putting it in the freezer until icicles start hanging off it would be a better idea.

And even if temperature readings here aren't all that bad, the humidity's shocking. To quote Alan last night, considering the humidity, "thirty degrees here might as well be forty anywhere else." Someone want to remind me why we moved here? I can't wait for winter. I'm seriously thinking about moving to a colder climate once I finish university.

So it was really too hot to do anything today, and I honestly cannot believe schools expect us to work in this heat. Some of our teachers are only teaching us because they have to ... if they could, they'd just call class off and send us home until it's cooler. Good flipping Zooropa case, it's going to be autumn in SEVEN days. It's not meant to be this hot! But in any case, I do need to get work done, so that's my task for tonight. Lauren's latest post, along with making me mad at stupid teachers, has inspired me to do work for some reason. Particularly maths. Only problem is, I think I've left my textbooks at school. Pleasepleasepleaseplease let there be some stuff in the students section of the school website. Oh well, there's Modern History to work on anyway.

I would like to order each and every one of you to read Chesterton's Orthodoxy. I don't care if you agree with him or not, it makes a fantastic read, and his writing style is wonderful, an absolute 10/10. I'd post a quote, but it'd probably end up being a page long. Plus, my dinner's sitting where I'd put the book.

I don't care any more what any of you naysayers of my U2 fanaticism say. I really don't. I keep on saying I'll listen to other music, and I do sometimes, but I always come back to U2, and each time I do, I love them even more. There are other bands I like, a couple I love, but ... when it comes to choosing what to listen to, I'd be much happier listening to U2. And why do I need so many bootlegs? I really don't have a logical explanation for that, and I don't see why I should have to have one, or why everything needs a logical explanation. Let me just ask this: what more in the name of love? I'm happy with my fanaticism, so why should you care?

Hmm. That was random. Going to CorruptChristianMusic.com makes me angry, and idiots on messageboards asking 'Is such-and-such a Christian?' make me want to flame until I'm blue in the fingers. Those people should get off their irrelevant, bubblised arses, rip their fingers from their ears, flick that lump of goo called a brain back on, and LEARN SOMETHING. Wow, how startling! I absolutely adore the logic of 'if it's not in the Bible, it's bad; if it is, it's good' because it's so STUPID and IGNORANT. Right, so you're saying I can't listen to secular music or watch TV because it isn't in the Bible, but by your own logic, I can murder and pillage to my heart's desire and have a couple of hundred wives? I'm just in awe of that logic. I also love 'we're supposed to be completely separate from the world and do nothing they do'. Better stop breathing, sleeping, waking, eating, bathing, typing, and talking then. Oh, you sinner, you existed! You deprave person of the world, you're so beneath me, how dare you exist and call yourself a Christian!

Why do I suddenly have this incredible urge to go listen to Bullet The Blue Sky, 5 March 1992, Atlanta? Oh, that's right, because Bono goes ballistic at the end and starts yelling "Shut the fuck up!" Hmm ... maybe the CorruptChristianMusic.com morons should listen up and take his advice. I've also fallen in love all over again with BTBS, any version. Such an angry, empassioned song, it's so awesome.

Stupid bugs on my computer screen need to die slow and painful deaths. Speaking of it, my computer screen needs to be cleaned. My stupid microphone needs to explain why it's not working and pull itself together, too.

--- 8:42pm ---

Because I feel like it.

Bad --> All I Want Is You --> Bullet The Blue Sky --> Running To Stand Still --> Where The Streets Have No Name
Live from Atlanta, 5 March 1992


If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate
Oh, child

If I could tear these lifeless lifeline to the wind
I'd lead your heart astray
See you walk, walk away
Into the night, through the rain
Into the half-light, through the flame
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
To let it go, uh-huh, and not fade away
To let it go, uh-huh, and not fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping, oh no

If they should ask
Well maybe they'd tell me what I should say
True colours fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colours crash, collide in bloodshot eyes
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go

This desperation
Separation
In temptation
Isolation
Revelation
Revelation
In temptation
Revelation
Isolation
Let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
Let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, go, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Let it go, let it go, let it go, yeah let it go
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping

All I want is you
All I want is you
All I want is ...
All I want is ...
All I want is ...
All I want is ...

You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want your story to remain untold
All the promises we make from the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you ...

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See them driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
Plant a demon fly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Blue sky
Blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel, the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames higher and higher

Blue sky
Blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

Shoot ??

[We love our guitar riffs]

[A lot of the following could be open to debate]

This guy comes up to these people
All ?? bringing down that sucker
Bring down that sucker bitch
Come on now, you can see 'em (??), bringing that sucker
You may have to hear (??)
Bringing that sucker man, what is that, come on now
This guy comes up to me, see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
Peeling off those dollar bills
Peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred!
Two hundred!
Three hundred!
?? some more child
Bring them ??
[About four lines of stuff I can't understand]
Across the skies, full of grey
Into the alleyways and the quiet city streets
Past the bunkers in the streets
A man breathes deep into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city moan
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
Outside it's America
Outside it's America!
Push it up, America
??, America
Atlanta, Georgia, America
Alright, check it out
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
Bring down them sucker

And we run
And we run
Into the arms ...
... of America

And so she woke up
She woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where I'm going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, halalala-dee-day, hey
Halalala-dee-day

Sweet the sin
Bitter the taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison from the poison stream
And I floated out of here
Singing ha, halalala-dee-day
Halalala-dee-day

She walks through streets
With eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White golden pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And a storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand ...
... still

Halle, halle
Hallelujah, halle halle
Hallelujah, halle halle
Hallelujah, halle halle
Hallelujah, halle halle
Hallelujah, halle halle
Hallelujah

I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to take shelter from the driving rain, yeah
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter, it's Georgia, there's no rain
Where the streets have no name, not tonight!
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

City's a-flood
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown in the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
It's all I can do
All I can do
??, this is for you
Oh-ah-oh, oh-ah-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah! Sing it [crowd chants]

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Still building then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

We love to watch things on ZooTV ...

--- 10:10pm ---

My family is officially disgusting. You sick people.

That is all.

--- 11:13pm ---

So I haven't got any of that work done that I said I was going to do - tomorrow! tomorrow! maybe later tonight! - but I HAVE fixed my microphone! Hooray! Thou shalt go here. Warning: it's a bit tempermental.
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