thorough assassination!!!! and repair?

i rescued this guy from the inside window of jupiter house. then i realized that he no longer has air conditioning and will probably be eaten, ran over, or stepped on...



sorry, dude.

that is some intense backyard foliage. you're welcome, ari.



but dadx is inevitably out of town and unable to coach me through my most recent crisis...



don't freak out. there are ten thousand wasps in my backyard.



don't freak out.



they're in eight separate nests.



count them.



above and below are up-ins between the patio-covering and the house.



a bit retro, i know.



i need to go home depot



to consult a backyard expert



on eight-nozzled aerosol cans of wasp killer.



don't freak out.

the coworker of curlyx's truck was towed from tj's pizza, his place of employment last week. now he leaves friendly notes to assure the safety of his vehicle.



also, momx has matching shoes.



i don't know why every bar/music venue isn't held in stux's studio/metal garage/storage facility. the lighting is fantastic and acoustics are better than to be expected. you can't ask for much more in denton.




hey, mengtar, what's your favorite instrument?



the barefoot guitar: you can totally feel it.



the night prior, stux got called to go run of the stages for warp tour for the rest of the summer... miss you, buddy!





this is the quazi-vip Consider the Source with Little Big Horn show at stux's studio. lbh:highly recommended. stux sings better than he speaks, but not nearly as well as he plays roullette... or we would have all left the party with 5g in our pockets. instead, i left with a drunk roommate and his hippie friends... one being the ex-girlfriend of my ever-so-missed best friend that is still in prison... awkward? double yes.



the bright spot is actually a tiny middle-eastern choir of glowing angels.




but you know you're half-famous in denton when you have flame-twirlers at your parties.



something about leaving the holiday explosives to mAx and c-losx struck an anxious vibe throughout the masses... perhaps something about c-losx shooting a firework underneath someone's car...




now tell me you missed me.

so consider the source managed to make their way from new york back to lil ol denton, tx for yet another gig that i surely missed... by about 12 seconds... again.



le sigh...

but the followup wasn't lacking.



spoonfed tribe was an intense percussive + saxaphone mix that makes me neeeed 8 more drinks than i should. awesome.



they entered the bar from the front door and had a playful 10-minute jam in the middle of the floor. this is how you get people to dance at your show whilst sober. also, i danced well. this i know because i was drunk. follow my logic.



on the far left is bx. homeboy gave us both a ride to crash at my place. when morning came, he had disappeared. my house is in a confusing neighborhood, probably 6 miles from his car. i hope my roommate didn't try to rape him... uncomfortable.



also, this is days after i was illegally evicted with a 3-day notice to vacate the premises... that's what you get for not attending weddings that you never RSVP'd for in the first place... luckily, i had plenty of help to get everything in the new house in one trip... plus free beer. love!



this is also the day before my dog was taken/ran away. Ari spent the night and most of the next day in doggy jail until i could make enough money for his bail. don't do that again, Ari. you're kind of a jerk.



also, two days ago i was outside at 6.30am to see my friend out... he leaves and i look down, noticing puddles of blood on my front doorstep... leading into the house... that was locked...



in a half-drunk/half-tired stupor, i shrugged and continued upstairs to go to sleep... after sending a safety text to the brand-new roommates...

"hey, there's blood in the house. text me back if you're alive. gnight"

exactly how concerned should one be if there's blood in your house? i mean, if i freak out, my roommates will be judging me as the pussy that can't handle a nosebleed or something. but if i don't react, i'm a murder suspect.



lx texted me around 11.30 the next afternoon asking me what happened... if i knew what happened, i wouldn't be texting you to see if you're alive. no response from dx... after my first shift at work, i went home to check on him. truck is still in the driveway.



i took a deep breathe, knowing that it was definitely possible that i was about to enter a room with the bloodied dead body of my roommate.

i knock. no response.

dx? ahem... DX!?? knock...

no response...

i grab Ari, a small pearing knife ((i opted out of the pizza cutter. if his murderer was still inside, i didn't want him to think i was nuts... you know, in case he reads my blog)), and a cloth for opening the door. this is now a crime scene.

i knock once more...

dx pulls the door open and said:

hey, what's up?

mengtar tears up a little... said:

what the fuck! you're alive.


my roommates now think i'm crazy regardless of my non-reaction and later overreaction... and neither of them really seem to care why there is blood in our house... neither does it seem they are willing to clean it up... i swept and cleaned the kitchen. your move.



welcome back to the BS Art Fusion Show at rubber gloves! bx and vx were in attendance. bx was dj-ing and vx was just drinking and bought me a shirt for 8 bones because i'm broke and he's awesome!





vx, what are you doing?



are you drawing tittie milk pouring into a beer can?



soo busted!!!

UGH! i came up to jupiter house to upload/edit photos and blog about everything awesome and everything crazy that has happened this week... forgot my camera cord.

meh. you'll have to wait until my next public wifi trip.

i offer no apologies.

but stay tuned for more info on my upcoming photoshoot of me dressed as a schoolboy.

kill for the kingdom had an incredibly successful show on thursday at the boiler room. vast improvements since day one, guys. love it.




the western get-up is in honor of the 30th anniversary of The Duke's death.




ex and lx even joined me in the mayhem. they're both moving back to mexico this summer. ((tears!))




ari and i just got back from our field trip to wiggly field where he beat up two rottweilers and a boxer. he enjoys sitting on their faces.



so now i sit waiting for my roommates to leave for their wedding that i have been kind enough to unvite myself to after they basically stopped talking to me... because i have a dog and didn't play mini-golf? i don't get it either.

but in awesome news: i scaled a bookstore last night to drink whiskey and applejuice!

we trekked across denton toting travel mugs and a mason jar of canada's finest. we were stopped on the square by two attendees of a local high school reunion.

high school reunion attendees said:

since when did it become cool to walk around the square at night when you're still in high school?

mengtar said:

i guess there are a lot of young people out

m2x said:

you mean us? i have a degree. and she's 24...

high school reunion attendees said:

really ?!?? shouldn't you be out at the bars?



so naive.



this is my denton.

cannot wait to move.


((love))

went to riprocks for some drinks with the vegas boys.

ran into j6x.

fuck. my. life.

incredibly awkward especially since mAx unknowingly offered him his seat next to me. we schemed immediately upon his departure to the restroom.

cx said:

so how do you know my girlfriend again?

j6x said:

oh... uh... some party.

mengtar:

((sweet, he's buying it)) yeah... remember so and so? and what and what?

and then i gave ari a bone. he totally loves me.

meet ari!



an incomplete list of things ari likes:

nectarines
rolling in fire ants
turkey sandwiches
bossing me around



an incomplete list on things ari does not like:

bananas
apples
frozen pineapple
being locked in the bathroom





last night was tx's birthday megastravaganza!



i didn't start taking pictures until most people had left, but trust me, shit was hoppin. the guy on the right sells cocox winning lotto tickets.



bathroom photography is now a public forum!



skrit skrit!! scratchin these tracks on my ipod.

and this is an incomplete list of pictures with meanings i have forgotten:





rx should consider being serious professionally.






this was a scary idea.



several minutes after the sprinklers turned on, they kicked us out of the walmart greenhouse. housewares has a curfew too.



and.... that is pee.



Pictures of Then: coming to a fooseball table near you!






i took this picture at what i thought was a red light and almost got hit by a car. worth it.



and now for more ridiculous so ari and i can drink with mAx:

bono is interviewing george clooney on being one of the most influential people in the world. it's one of the cutest things ever, i want them to them run away together, curing the impossible as they disappear in the darfur sunset.




Pictures of Then from minneapolis is playing in denton to((morrow))night. i hope they still think i'm cool. but i'm driving to austin the next am, so no wasted-face... unless they're buying.




and now for an incomplete list of things i have done in my absence:

went to vegas. i did not find a husband, but i did find a lion in my hotel.



looked mostly cute at all times... sort of.



met a cabbie named luca on the way back from the voodoo lounge in the rio. ((gorgeous)). infamously quoted:

luca said:

i'm sick of people hopping in my cab, calling me pedro like they know me. you don't fucking know me. my name's not even pedro; i'm luka. this ain't my cab. i stole this shit!

luca said:

since it's your birthday, baby, next time i'll let you ASK if you can smoke a cigarette BEFORE you get in my cab! twenty-four, you say? that's the age you lose your gag reflex!

luca said:

here's my number, you need some extra dick for these ladies tonight, you give me a call.



((le sigh... oh, luca.))

mahi mahi.





bellagio watershow. every hour, on the hour. they can afford to use all of that water by only using flickering, rape-ready lights in their parking lot.



we made it rain in the streets with all of the naked ladies we collected. this may have also been how we lost our hotel room key...



mAx and i hit a post-vegas depression. i think it was the waking up sober part.



one of my potential husbands: vegas street musician. got his number. didn't remember his name.





i was thinking of some great zingers when i photographed these in the vegas airport, but don't remember any of them. also, we should have stayed at the hotel with the wizard instead of the lion.



we made the airport wall, huzzah!





thought i had an emergency.



became a problem solver.




saw music, some good.


d


finished the semester. 3.66. how hard can YOU rock it?
initiated motions to buy the biggest dog possible.



i made this unappealing pork and mushroom blend into an amazing pasta bruschetta creation that my memory didn't allow me to photograph. i'm over it.


i learned that rutabagas and succotash are both real things. its level of "sufferin'" is debatable, however.




buena suerta, allan, en tus viajes!




y gracias para las bolsas!! me gustaria!

UGH!! i am completely unprepared for today. apparently staying up drinking and playing pingpong doesn't write your papers for you. whatever, teacherx, you don't GET ME!!!!

luckily, i'm going to vegas to win it big. i'm going to buy 51 per cent of denton and change my last name to denton and get buried on the square next to john b. denton and donate my yacht to the city to be put on display inside the courthouse. did you know you can do that? if you win it big enough?

((i will))

also, i am now accepting donations to be gambled away. so if you would like to ride on my prize-yacht, you better act now.

i don't see what the big deal is.



woody, LOOK OUT!



this happens to me every day.

i got a B!

mengtar, don't freak out. you have a paper due and an exam tomorrow on things you know nothing about. don't freak out.



i think i'm trying to touch my eyeball. i thought it was a good field-sobriety test... you know... for agility...

iowa? seriously? i mean, congrats... but really? iowa?



i got a text from cx this evening.

cx said:

so we are at a random party and some guy tried to talk to me. I scanned the room for a way out when he introduced himself and i said "uh... what?" i'm so awkward.



awkward would have been if you then realized you had slept with him prior and it was so bad that you kicked him out of your house half way through so you could pass out in peace... true story.



yep. cue eating disorder until vegas.



momx is right. i'm basically adorable in hats... at all times.



i finally returned mo-x's entourage dvds ((quality)) after not speaking with him for several weeks. he wastedly attempted to lure me upstairs. not falling for it. then he reverted to his old ways of yelling about how strong his feelings are for me and calling me dude 80 times a minute as if that was even possible because "whatever, dude, you're too vindictive to be with a colored man anyway!" i'm not even sure what that means.



his super lives next door. he met up with me in the parking lot to make sure i was okay. i laughed and we had a cigarette.



baseball season is coming, kids... every fan counts!

the help-mengtar-with-her-math party was a SUCCESS! mAx and c-los know how to do my math and ccx makes great drinks. i remain on standby and ask dumb questions. at least we all know our roles.



i didn't contribute much.



is it vegas yet?

saw everyone in the world at the dog park. too anxious to photograph.

the harry potter looking guy that always wears scarves to lou's is at jupiter house. we're pretending we don't know eachother. i hope he doesn't show up to mAx's help-mengtar-with-her-math party later.



table at og said:

you're like a hot mess.

mengtar said:

like dirty sexy? or like when you shit your bed sheets?



how precious, they don't even know color.

las aguilas won 13-0 against a bunch of white 17 year olds that didn't stand a chance past their matching socks and sweat bands. mx got yet another blue card... pinche gringo.




so c-losx is out of jail... but apparently cxi'mnotreallyfriendswith is heading that way.

an incomplete list of things that are bad ideas:

changing the number of refills on your prescription of adderal from 60 to 160 by simply writing in a 1... forgery of government documents... that's a felony, playa!

eating at waffle house after too much hookah and sailor jerry... sorry, yetanothercx.



coming in with a record high of 48 hours in hangover recovery time....



((love))

o minnesota springtime flooding, how i have yet to miss you...





good luck, fargo.