no salt pleaseFebruary 8, 2000Hi, my name is Slug. I have this uneasy feeling that someone's about to pour salt on me. That would be *bad*.
Ahem.
God, I think my meds are doing a number on me. I'm so sleepy, I'm all jittery and my face is breaking out. Plus this morning it felt like my whole head was going to explode...not just a normal sinus headache, my bleedin' face felt that way too. Like my entire head was one giant pressure pot. It was so bad that I was trying desperately to stick my head into the foam of my mattress, just like an ostrich, to make the pain go away. Though all this did was make me look like a complete fool with my ass up in the air and my yelling at my mattress for not having nifty molecular properties like it should. Yeah, I'm getting way to into my Harry Potter books.
My face is finally clearing up though, just in time too. Erik and Dave's band, Crescent Fresh, is opening for a whole mess o' bands on Saturday night at the Cow Haus. I've been waiting for a week to invite the cute guy from my mythology class, Scott, and some of the other people from that class to the concert because of aforementioned breakout.
Speaking of Scott, I am very intrigued by this guy. Not taken with mind you, I'm not that goofy about him, but there's definitely something. Hell, I found myself daydreaming about him in Science the other day. [Of course that's not saying a whole hell of a lot, I could rationalize that George Bush was cute in that class b/c I'm so bored. But I do have to say that Jeb's son is definitely a cutie. Though the rest of the family does remind me of corpses, and I always picture Jeb as one big giant floating head. I'm not kidding, check out the man's noggin!] Back to Scott though...he's kinda like Tom and Erik, but with some other interesting qualities thrown in. The only thing that's bugging me about him so far is his habit to do goofy little things along the lines of Chachi or Fonzie. I saw him when I left C-MAS last week, "Hey hey hey." I wanted to ask him if he thought he was Fat Albert. Hee.
Lately all the music that I've been listening to in the car is circa 1995-96. Yep, I think I'm unconsciously trying to turn my Civic into a time machine. Though why I would want to go back to 1995 is beyond me. But the fact remains, I'm rocking along to Dookie, the Weezer Blue album, the Mallrats soundtrack, and Nada Surf. Then yesterday I decided to be weird and pull out my Smack CD. Smack was local band from Macon that played with Jon, and Dave's band back in high school. The show was on the winter solstice making it that much more funky. I just remember being ecstatic that Erik's band played "Paint it Black" [my favourite song], and he' kept looking at me during their set, and then watching the guitar player for Smack in rapt fixation for the rest of the night. Smack was a good band, for the time that is. So I popped in the CD...and instantly started laughing. Dude, that type of music has not aged well. The recording sucks and I can't even look at the guys without laughing myself silly [where I used to sit in class and gaze lovingly at the guitarist]. How tastes change in a few short years. Thank God!
I'm also really getting into the 70s rock. I have a feeling that my mp3 file will soon look like the soundtrack to Dazed and Confused; and GULF 104 has now become second default on the radio and every time I switch over I'm greeted with Foghat, Skynard, Boston, or in a really strange display, Melloncamp. Dunno, but I've heard "Little Pink Houses" more in the last three weeks than I ever have in my entire life. But it totally rocks to come home on I-10 at five and rock out to "Sweet Home Alabama" or "More than a Feelin"
Gotta jet, Roughnecks: Starship Troopers [the cartoon], is almost on. Really, it ain't half bad!