Last night I got sick of the so-called "beard" I had. That nasty scruff that grows in thin as can be on my chin. So I shaved it off. But now I've got somewhat mini lamb chops and my neard (neck beard). It's really nice for a change instead of having that nasty stuff on my chin.
So I feel like I might be getting sick. Not too sure, though. Got a bit of a headache, I'm all congested, I'm coughing some, and I felt like I had a fever. All of this just comes out of nowhere in like 15 minutes. But I'm still pushing on, drinking lots of orange juice and just keeping myself hydrated to flush this crap outtttt.
Anyone got any quick, NATURAL remedies for a cold? I'm not into taking over the counter meds.
There's nothing to do today, man! I already ate, watched TV, checked my Facebook, Myspace, Daily Booth, Inked Nation, Twitter, LambGoat, The Music Ocean, Gmail, and YouTube. Then I watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, cried a little. Now I'm eating some more (Philly Cheese Steak) and watching Johnny Bravo.
So, I definitely need a haircut. Think I may have my friend do it either tomorrow or Saturday. It's probably going to suck but who cares when you've got hats and beanies? We'll see!
So, today REALLY isn't a good day for me. I woke up feeling all anxious and stressed, freaking out about school and how I have a presentation today plus a math and Religion final tomorrow. I know I'm going to fail Religion and it's really pissing me off. And on top of that, my girl and I got into an argument 'cause she thought I didn't want to talk to her.
Then 10 minutes ago, I look at my Twitter to see this post: "@thebrianposehn: Did shots at midnight for Dime. Cranking Pantera all day... Cemetary Gates as I type... #ripdime"
I immediately realized why today is so bad. On December 8th, 2004, my hero, my idol, was gunned down while playing with his band Damageplan. His name, "Dimebag" Darrell Lance Abbott. The guitarist for my favorite band of all time, Pantera. And today marks the fact that it's been 5 years without him in this world. When I heard the news, I broke down into tears and cried for days. I never met him, but I had felt as though he was one of my best friends. When I played guitar, he was all I wanted to be like (minus the drinking and smoking). He was an amazing man and will always be remembered.