kelland

I saw U2 last night. And it was amazing. It was amazing in so many ways. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. I was brought to tears. I was risen out of seat to yell and scream and protest and sing along and weep along with everyone else. U2 is the best live band in the world. I don't care what you think about Bono. I don't care if you think they're sell-outs. You need to see U2 in concert before you die. It is an out-of-body experience that mere words alone cannot describe. When he sang "Miss Sarajevo." Oh my. When he sang "40." When he sang "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own." Those are songs that left the entire stadium in awe. Bono is an amazing performer, an amazing person, and a spirit that is completely consumed with passion. U2 is and always be one of my all-time favorite bands. I know that I am in a minority on this site as far as liking U2. But still. People, you just must not understand. You can't understand until you are standing in the same room as these amazing musicians, listening to their message, feeling their message, and seeing the beauty. End of rant.

I decided that I am getting a collage of my favorite U2 lyrics tattooed on my back. Here are some of the lyrics I have considered:

I will sing, sing a new song.

You're dangerous 'cos you're honest. You're dangerous 'cos you don't know what you want.

Innocent and in a sense I am guilty of the crime that's now in hand.

If I could stay, then the night would give you up. Stay, and the day would keep its trust. Stay, and the night would be enough.

You got to cry with out weeping, talk without speaking, scream without raising your voice.

It's a bitter pill I swallow here to be rent from one so dear.

I try to stand up, but I can't find my feet. I try, I try to speak up, but only in you I'm complete.

In my dream I was drowning my sorrows, but my sorrows they learned to swim.

She's gonna dream up the world she wants to live in. She's gonna dream out loud.

No twirls or skips between her fingertips.

You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it.

A lense to see it all up close. Magnify what everyone knows.

No whos or whys, no one cries like a mother cries for peace on Earth.

Never in company, never alone. No car alarms, no cellular phones.

Dici che il fiume trova la via al mare. E come il fiume giungerai a me. (You say that as a river finds its way to the sea. And as the river you'll find your way back to me.)

I'm already gone. Felt that way all along.

And when she walks on the street you can hear the strings.

I want the lot of what you got. And I want nothing you're not.

Take this soul stranded in some skin and bones. Take this soul and make it sing.

One life but we're not the same.

Not a tear, no not I.

Sweetheart, you're so cruel.



Shannon and I got lost about eight different times driving home from Cleveland. We basically missed appropriate exits multiple times, and we were driving in the black abyss of Nowhereland, no cars or signs in sight, for several hours. It was scary, and I felt sick and tired and just wanted to be home in bed. We didn't get home until about three in the morning. I was never so happy to see Bucyrus. That was the only bad thing about the whole experience. That and this drunk guy named Jeremy who sat beside me and told me that I had a "cute accent" and that I looked "delicious."

I have to work today, and that is a bit of a bummer. But work lately hasn't been too bad. We're having an employee holiday party next Monday and I am excited about it.

My sister is crying right now because her plans to go to New York next week are falling through. I don't know what to tell her. It's a weather issue, a money issue, and a time issue. And that's a lot of issues.

I got my acceptance letter to Ohio University earlier last week. Next month I have to go down to the campus for an interview and portfolio review. I am excited.

Yesterday was my last time taking the ACT. I am so glad to finally close that chapter in my life. The test-taking-not-feeling-intellectually-adequate-amongst-my-peers-who-outperform-me chapter.

Also yesterday, for the first time, I raised a complaint in a restaurant. My friends and I went to Bob Evans after the ACT to enjoy some lunch-time foodage, and our waitress, Kelly, was a completely rude bitch. Not only was she rude, but she gave us all our checks, waited about ten minutes, then came back out to our table to inform me that she forgot to charge me for the egg on my salad. So she came back with my new bill, and the egg (which I'm positive was not even a whole egg) was a dollar-fucking-twenty! Then when I was standing in line to pay my bill, she came up and shoved my car keys in my face (I left them on the table), saying, "You'll need these." BITCH. So I complained to the manager (apparently they really do charge that ungodly amount to add egg to a salad). I felt like Cool Girl after that. And Brave Girl. Cool Brave Girl.

Well, now I'm off to shower and prepare myself for five hours of answering the telephone, running orders, and feeling shitty about myself at Baker's Pizza Sports Shack. See you on the flipside.