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2002-04-30

Piggy's specs were nicked at: 8:46 p.m.

Edit: May 1st: -- I added some diaries I read every day to my sidebar. :) I worked completely from memory, so if I missed you, I still love you. Kisses!

Woo hoo, Leafs beat the Islanders! Kiss my big Toronto behind, NY!

There stands an excellent chance of the Cup coming back to Canada, which is all I think every Canuck wants. Hey, I wouldn't mind Toronto taking it, but what's the use if I can't drink? :P What I don't understand is how Carolina got into the second round. That's the kind of thing that really sneaks up on ya. And when I go back down to NC to visit the in laws, I bet they'll be saying, "...we have a hockey team?"

It's been a good month for ^_____^'s. I discovered a public pool down the street from us! When I was a kid, my mom never let me swim in public pools. Her traditional Irish supersition and fear of germs told her that pools are polio farms kept at just the right temprature needed to breed disease. So I avoided most public pools for the majority of my life. Here I am at 21, pool free, and a host to tubercolosis. CANNONBAAAAAALL!

I can safely say Boy is one of U2's better albums, very 80's without cheesy over-synthesisation. I don't know 'bout the rest of you, but I love 80's music -- up to a point. Listening to too much of it is like surviving on triple-fudge layer cake. It's yummy, but you need something that sustains you a little better or you're going to explode in a cascade of half-digested sugar.

But Boy surprised me by having a lot of songs that charlie-horsed me in the gut. It's not an angry stomp-stomp album like War, it's not a deep, tranquil Japanese tea ceremony like The Joshua Tree, and it's not a devilish, gnawing muse like Achtung Baby. Boy is about travelling the tortorus path that is growing up and puberty. Once you actually figure out what the hell Bono is saying, the lyrics poke that tender area behind your heart.

The song that stands out for me in particular is Twilight:

My body grows and grows
It frightens me, you know.
The old man tried to walk me home
I thought he should've known.

Four lines containing words that are no more than two syllibles, and yet they brought up a geyser of memories. Growing up is terrifying, physically and emotionally. Your brain is a thick stew of emotions, your body loses its innocence and gives over to heat and hair, your face becomes greasy and ravaged with zits. And your mind ... well, at 10 years old your busiest thought is, 'who gets to be Optimus Prime when Tommy comes over to play?' At 14, you can't stop thinking about the 24 year old woman / man sitting beside you on the bus making a man / woman out of you.

And that's why Boy means a lot to me, silly as it sounds. There's no messages about struggling against evil or politics. It's just about the battle that happens to millions every day, and the loss of control and childhood. The album doesn't make me angry, or soothe me. It just makes me sad. There's really no other word I can use.