September 7th, 2003

Amak Axver

An entry from last night that I didn't get to post

I left the update screen open when I got offline yesterday afternoon, and so, later on, I sat down and typed an entry. However, I never made it online. So here it is now. Rejoice.

Time: 19:59, date 06/09/03

Bad by U2, 8 November 1987

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

If I could throw this lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
Through the day
If I could, through myself, set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
Through the day
Into the half-light
Through the flame

Sing it
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo

To let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
To let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping, oh no
I'm not sleeping

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
Condemnation
In temptation
Isolation
Revelation
Isolation
Revelation
Let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
Let it go, uh-huh, and so fade
Fade
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no, not fade away
No, no, not fade away, hey, hey
Let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
To let it go, uh-huh, and so fade
Fade
Fade away
Fade away
Not fade away
No, no, not fade away
Hey, hey, mmm

I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping, oh no
I'm not sleeping, oh no

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
Goodbye Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
I'm pleased to meet you
I hope you guess my name, oh yeah
You know I'm pleased to meet you
I hope you guess my name, oh yeah

To let it go, uh-huh, and so fade away
To let it go, uh-huh
Fade ... fade ... fade away

11 O'clock Tick Tock by U2, 5 June 1983

11 O'clock Tick Tock!

It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home
Uh!

A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong
I hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home

Say so, say so
Say so, say so
Two, three, four

La-lo-la-lo, la-lo-la-lo, la-lo-lo
La-la-lo-lo-la-lo, la-lo-la-lo, la-lo-lo
Sing with me!
La-lo, la-lo-la-lo, la-lo-lo
La-la-lo-lo-la-lo, la-lo-lo-lo, la-lo

Say so, say so
Say so, say so
Something (?)
Hold on
Hold on tightly
Hold on
Hold on tightly

Pick it up!

Will you dance with me?
Dance with me!

Call out Your name
Call out in shame
Call out Your name
Call out!
Call out, you better call out

Thank you
Goodnight

I love those two songs. They really speak to me ... Bad is just an awe-inspiring song, particularly on the Rattle And Hum video, and there's some really brilliant quotes in 11 O'clock Tick Tock, particularly my favourite of all U2 quotes, 'We thought that we had the answers/It was the questions we had wrong'.

In completely unrelated news, I am very close to completing my SOR assignment. I'm just working out some quotes now, and tomorrow I'll send it off to myself at school and print it off before SOR. I'm up the creek without a paddle, lifejacket, or boat for English, though. I think I can get my lines memorised, but I sure don't know if Sam will get his lines memorised, and I really hope we don't go on Monday because we don't have a costume yet and I doubt Sam'll get one tomorrow. We need a sword and soldier's clothing, neither of which we have. I think we could borrow a sword off Jamie, and just improvise the costumes. I don't know. I need to go practice those lines. And, of course, I'm completely up the creek with Maths C. Shit, shit, shit. Exam's on Thursday and Friday and I don't think I know near enough. I am so not prepared. This is a repeat of term one. That was awful. I performed so poorly then. I can kiss this year's Dux goodbye. Oh well, I had my moments of glory in grades eight and nine, and hopefully there'll be another moment next year.

I've just realised how shocking a procrastinator I am, and how it's really costing me. I keep on meaning to get fit, to exercise, and stuff like that, and I never get round to it because I'm too bloody lazy. I keep on meaning to study and really get into my schoolwork and try my hardest, but I don't. I keep on meaning to do a lot of things, but I don't. I need to stop this procrastination. This procrastination stops now. I'm going to actually do some study. Yes, it's remarkable. I'm actually going to apply myself and work. I'm not going to procrastinate. Not. If anyone cares to do me a favour, keep on reminding me not to procrastinate. Remind me to study and such. Thanks. I need to break this procrastination. It's getting me nowhere.

Mood: Determined
Music: ‘Stories For Boys, 11/02/82’ by U2
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Amak Axver

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Yay, I think my SOR assignment is finally done, and I pretty much have my English lines memorised. Yay. Now I just have a mountain of study and a Maths B assignment to do. How thrilling. Anyone want to do some study for me?

There is a strange person round at my house. I can hear Mum, Trudy, and a voice I don't recognise talking downstairs. I hate it when people come round who I don't know, I truly do. I can't just go downstairs and whack on TV, get some food without offering any to them, or laze around. How selfish of me.

This morning the administrator of the RPG Central MB basically went mad and tried to close the entire place down. What the Zooropa is she on? I'm so glad I'm a mod there, because at least I'm not totally in the dark as to what's going on, but the ordinary members would be. Insanity.

ChristianForums.com is CRAP. Too many forums, too many stupid "you can't have _____ until you have x-amount of posts" rules, it seems like half the forums are for Christians only (so non-Christians aren't intelligent enough to comment on theological matters are they?), and I hate the layout and the way it's set up. Truly crap. Why did I even register there? Why can't I find any really good MBs? RPGC is OK but there aren't enough people or intelligent discussions, AoG is only really worth it for the discussions with Mike, the Soon MB is too quiet and I'm liking Nate less and less, the various U2 MBs I go to are too quiet, and I don't like LBMBLUB. GRR. Need YTF back. It was far, far better than the rest. I'm sick of the Internet being boring.

Why is it always cold in the morning and then stinking hot in the afternoon, or at least in my room? I NEVER get the afternoon breeze. It was blowing a bloody gale in here earlier, but now the air is just completely still and it's awful. I'd put the fan on, but it annoys me because it scatters papers around in a big way. Ah, bugger it. I'll put it on anyway. It better not blow my Bathurst 1000 (big Australian car race) poster down like it did yesterday. Well, it didn't blow it down, just dislodged it so it was hanging on the wall by only one piece of blue-tack (well, yellow-tack) and made a very annoying sound as it blew around and scraped against the wall and another Bathurst poster I have.

I need U2 posters. I've been aware of this for a while, but now the need is very great. Why don't I have any? What is my fanaticism - and the world - coming to? Must get U2 posters. Or make them, either or. That's right, I also need Mum to make me a U2 shirt. I'm sick of having crappy clothes I don't want to wear. It's saying a lot when I, The Man With No Fashion Sense And No Care For Fashion, doesn't want to wear certain clothes out. So yes, need new clothes. Preferably U2 clothes.

I'm nervous about the idea of moving in November. That nervousness has been building up a bit as November draws near. Sure, I'll get stuff out of it - hopefully including a new computer - but I'm movig in with Mum's boyfriend and his two sons, who are 19 and 16. I don't like this at all. I'll have a stepfather and two stepbrothers. I won't be an only child any more, and it won't just be me and Mum. I HATE this. I LIKE just living with Mum. I don't want any brothers or some stepfather. See, I know Mum'll be prepared to bribe me a lot, because she knows how I don't want to live with anyone else. I like my privacy. I damn well better get the room with the ensuite. James, the 19 year old, reckons he should get it because he's older, BUT OI, I'm the one moving in, it's already your flaming house, and I'm not sharing some bathroom with Robby, especially if the door is stuffed and people can see in. I value my privacy highly. That ensuite is MINE. I damn well better get it. I don't care if that's selfish of me.

I will greatly miss being able to sing along to my U2 CDs. I'm a terrible singer, and so I'm not about to suddenly break out in song when there are people I don't particularly know very well around.

Shit, shit, shit. Sam doesn't have a costume for English. I just talked to him, and he thinks he has the lines memorised, but we have no costume and we're totally up the creek. We damn well better not be on tomorrow, or I need to fall ill very quickly. We're ninth on the list. Useless fucking Rebekah was asked by her friends to put them further down the list, so we got moved up, and when I complained she got angry at me. Stupid flaming woman. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have to worry. They'd never make it all the way to eleventh tomorrow, but odds are they'll just make ninth. Damn it. If we don't have a costume, we'll get marked down. Hopefully we'll be lucky and we won't have to do it tomorrow. Or I'll fall terribly ill.
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