Chapter 8
Randy's Thoughts
Journal Entry for Tuesday November 11, 1997
Now I have something to treat my migraines. It's called Amitriptyline. It's supposed to according to my damn psychiatrist "kick your fing migraines' a". I only censor those because that's the way he put it. (No, apparently he doesn't openly cuss). He did warn me not to try anything with these like I did with the Ambien. Well, I don't plan on doing anything like that I again. I just want to kick my own ass for being so stupid, and I know my mom does.
I just found out today that my dad's trial is set to start on November 24, a Monday. Luckily, no one in the family will have to testify, according to Ms. Early.
My bi-weekly tutoring sessions with Wilson are still going. Once a week I go over to his house, then the other time, he comes over here. He's a great teacher though. He hardly ever assigns much homework, and really knows the subjects he's teaching. (Sometimes his knowledge is a major downfall though). Every once in a while, he'll get off on a tangent or start ranting or raving on something. But, he always apologizes and gets back on subject. And frankly, he's more qualified than some of the department chairs at Lakeside High.
Brad got in trouble and is now on regular drug testing. She caught him smoking more marijuana. Sometimes I just wonder what the fuck is going on that guy's mind. The worst part is, he tried to deny that he was smoking marijuana when he reeked of that shit.
I'm gonna write back later, NYPD Blue is on now, and tonight's episode looks especially good. (Yes, my mom still lets me watch the show even though it seems the cast runs around naked half the damn time. This is only because she's never watched a single episode of it).
What should I listen to while I write this? Hmm… Let's see what new CDs I have to choose from…
South Saturn Delta by Jimi Hendrix
The Big Picture by Elton John
Sehnsucht by Rammstein
The Dance by Fleetwood Mac
Straight on Till Morning by Blues Traveler
Hmm. I'm in kind of a funky mood; I think I'll go with The Big Picture. Or maybe just listen to part of that, then part of Sehnsucht. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
So, anyways. What to write about, what to write about.
My Aunt Linda stopped by today. (She's the one who has the psychics, and the cat that plays the piano, and loves to put God knows what kind of herbs into everything imaginable, and hates Hank Pfefferman). She gave my mom some fish oil capsules that are supposed to help arthritic people manage their arthritis. She gave me a year's supply of fresh ginger root, which is supposed to help treat migraines. I'm supposed to take 3 to 5 milligrams of it a day. (I'm still not sure whether I put it in food, or water, or if I just swallow it).
Listening to this Elton John album makes me wonder where my old Lion King soundtrack is. I know Sir Elton did the music for that movie, and I believe he has a couple of tracks on the soundtrack. I loved the movie too. I especially liked the performance of Jonathan Taylor Thomas as Young Simba. Jonathan Taylor Thomas is by far one of the best actors ever, and seems like a damn nice guy too.
I wish I knew Jonathan Taylor Thomas. That would be awesome. But, why would Jonathan Taylor Thomas even want to be friends with me? I mean, I'm just plain old Randall William Taylor. And he would probably die of laughter if he ever saw Tool Time. He'd think it should be called Fool Time probably.
Damn. I just realized I forgot to switch over to Rammstein. I listened to the entire Elton John album. Oh well, it was worth it. I absolutely love Elton John. (His music that is! Not him). Well, I mean, I don't love him. I think he's a nice person, but, I don't go in for that kind of thing. (Not that there's anything wrong with that).
You know, I may not understand a goddamn thing on any of Rammstein's CD, but it just sounds really cool.
My mom can't stand it, but she never seems to like the current trends in music. (Of course, look at me. It's 1997 and I still listen to Elton John and Jimi Hendrix and Fleetwood Mac). I mean, two years ago when the Macarena was popular, she banned the song from our house. Little did she know, I secretly bought the single and listened to it for weeks on end.
Well, that's all I can think of to write for now.
-Randy
A/N: Both of the cures that Linda brought the Taylors are actually supposed to work. My mom takes fish oil pills for her arthritis, and I've read that ginger root is good to prevent and sometimes help treat migraines. If you don't believe me, try it. Anyways, as always (wow I just used three words that start with "a" consecutively. Cool.), please R&R.
Yours truly, Randy Taylor.
