happy halloween mother fuckers.
((meow))
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
a week or so ago, i mentioned how some unnecessarily loud red headed ginger bitch was ruining my jupiter experience.
apparently jupiter house has a blog ninja! i was unaware. but, i would like to assure you that the unnecessarily loud red headed ginger bitch was ((contrary to popular belief)) not an employee.
girl scout honors!
that is all.
apparently jupiter house has a blog ninja! i was unaware. but, i would like to assure you that the unnecessarily loud red headed ginger bitch was ((contrary to popular belief)) not an employee.
girl scout honors!
that is all.
so blogging is new to me, but i thought i would give it a shot...
so i'm mengtar and i have a blog now. i will give you limited information about myself and too much information about everyone i sleep with and hang out with and make my friends feel awkward or guilty or whichever way i decide to manipulate my stories.
also, there is no reading or glancing as i blog. rule number one of mengtar's blog.
also, this is a live broadcast from mike's laptop at jupiter house.
30 days of night is a quality film the first time you see it. however, the second time you see it, your friends will be shadey and then later decide to be okay, but not really.
then you will get a text message from someone you hate and you will throw your phone ever-so-violently and it will be caught by a ninja. also, this ninja on facebook calls himself a pirate, but that is a lie.
any questions? moving on.
also, i may have discovered the root problem of my growing angst as of late. i haven't gotten any in over a month. this tension is driving me pretty crazy.
homeboys, work on that.
also, blue balls fart and fly.
done and done.
so i'm mengtar and i have a blog now. i will give you limited information about myself and too much information about everyone i sleep with and hang out with and make my friends feel awkward or guilty or whichever way i decide to manipulate my stories.
also, there is no reading or glancing as i blog. rule number one of mengtar's blog.
also, this is a live broadcast from mike's laptop at jupiter house.30 days of night is a quality film the first time you see it. however, the second time you see it, your friends will be shadey and then later decide to be okay, but not really.
then you will get a text message from someone you hate and you will throw your phone ever-so-violently and it will be caught by a ninja. also, this ninja on facebook calls himself a pirate, but that is a lie.
any questions? moving on.
also, i may have discovered the root problem of my growing angst as of late. i haven't gotten any in over a month. this tension is driving me pretty crazy.
homeboys, work on that.
also, blue balls fart and fly.
done and done.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
cx called me yesterday all squealy-excited that the rocky horror picture show was playing at movie tavern at midnight. i was going to be all super-responsible for once and i showed up as soon as i got off work at eleven to buy three tickets. sold fucking out. bitches. fuck work.
so instead i went to the palio's halloween party. it was alright. i was really not wanting to be there for a while. but i only had a salad between my two shifts so a beer and a half later i was great. but then three and a half beers and a rum and coke after that i was was back to really not wanting to be there... and by there, i mean alive. but it was far better than the og masquerade that i drug him to.
why?
purple drank mostly.
anyway, good party, no pictures. i have misplaced my camera. sad panda.
i was pretty on the money handing out burns all night. when i was at the gas station a dude came in after the beeping-hit-the-approval-button-beeps started and asked the clerk to reset it because he was trying to teach his wife how to pay at the pump. i thought he had already left the store and didn't bother turning around to find out but said, "it's 2007, did she just have a frontal lobotomy??" no one laughed until he left. they all owe me high-fives.
also, yankees don't know anything, also i'm a girl.
speaking of girls. apparently everyone liked me but this one girl? tx tried explaining why but i was drunk and i think i got mad and slept on the far edge of the bed and probably hogged the blankets. i don't really remember.
so instead i went to the palio's halloween party. it was alright. i was really not wanting to be there for a while. but i only had a salad between my two shifts so a beer and a half later i was great. but then three and a half beers and a rum and coke after that i was was back to really not wanting to be there... and by there, i mean alive. but it was far better than the og masquerade that i drug him to.
why?
purple drank mostly.
anyway, good party, no pictures. i have misplaced my camera. sad panda.
i was pretty on the money handing out burns all night. when i was at the gas station a dude came in after the beeping-hit-the-approval-button-beeps started and asked the clerk to reset it because he was trying to teach his wife how to pay at the pump. i thought he had already left the store and didn't bother turning around to find out but said, "it's 2007, did she just have a frontal lobotomy??" no one laughed until he left. they all owe me high-fives.
also, yankees don't know anything, also i'm a girl.
speaking of girls. apparently everyone liked me but this one girl? tx tried explaining why but i was drunk and i think i got mad and slept on the far edge of the bed and probably hogged the blankets. i don't really remember.
Friday, October 26, 2007
i find jupiter's new curly-haired, middle-aged regular and his trendy crew of college nothings zero-degrees shy of obnoxious. also, the braves suck. remember 1991? that is all.
the kharma of my shadey character has caught up with me this week. all obligations have fallen through.
i hate it that listening track 16 and watching grey's anatomy once in forever brings it all back and leaves me flooded with feelings of anger and inadequacy. yet completely empty.
tuesday the 6th is faux-giving.
returning coke habits would make me feel like less of an insomniac. tonight i only seek comfort and dependency. but not chemical.
clara and whoever honestyboxed me ((yes, i acknowledge my complete losery for referencing facebook applications in my blog)), i started writing my book. maybe i should scratch everything and work on an english/journalism degree.
there is something about watching mike play that makes me feel jealous or envious. i haven't decided which. he refuses to give up on his musical dreams that i feel have already passed me by. although i've been handed almost every building block opportunity i could have asked for, i have ammounted to nothing more than an og waitress with non-aspiring dreams of greatness. i deserve this life i live, only barely motivated to change.
i think this weekend will determine a lot.
i met tonight's jupiter barista at the loophole 2 weeks ago. the night i ran into kayla.
it will be days at least before the sub-38 degree cold hits my lungs and reminds me of every time i stepped outside for 20 years. i can't wait to flood my memory though i'm sure it will be followed by feelings of distaste for my southern entrapment.
there is something about sitting outside a crowded coffee shop by myself at 3am that makes me emo. but decidedly so, i should have kept my earmuffs yesterday. although, i wouldn't have this problem at all if i'd have gotten my DC hat from him months ago. but alas, she is in town with him for the weekend. so i will proceed with dangerous levels of caution every time i step into public. if only jack bauer was for hire.
also, that is the first joke of the blog. be ashamed if you smiled earlier. i hate you.
my completely unfunded vacation from the mundane, ordinary and monotony of life is fast-approaching, and my need for it grows exponentially.
i waited on the band director for ryan high. he marched phantom regiment and roomed with ray vasquez long ago before he was dr. ray vasquez. also, he left me five on a sixty. fuck them both. that is all.
short interruptions from chico's broken english story of bar rumbles and unfaithful girlfriends was appreciated. he took great interest in my story. then red kicked him out. i said thank you, but didn't mean it. i enjoy conversing with strangers. everyone has a story. they should be shared. i wish i was here alone last night.
instead, i fell asleep during the first x-men for the pluralth time. but it is a good movie. entertaining with little cinematic merit. my sleep is non-movie-discriminatory. i promise.
also, i will create whatever words i damn well please. get over yourself.
goal for the month: pay shit early and have money left over so i seem less financially desperate when my mom comes.
i haven't decided if i should act completely on emotion or logic. this middle-ground is providing less utility than hoped.
why did the chicken cross the road? because he wanted to maximize his utility.
haha, i should reread naked economics and start a xmas list. it would consist of the needs that will make me happy. like work shoes from that one place in lewisville or highland village or whatever.
on my way back from taking my lactose-intolerant-but-had-alfredo-sauce-at-lunch-poop i was stopped by homeslice with a camera. he was a jeremy or a david. he said "well aren't you dressed like the cutest thing ever." he took three shots and gave me a pat on the head on his way out. i'm glad my bedhead was appreciated even post-hood-removal. matted bedhead. my new look. whatever. he said he would contact me via my blog but after reading this post, that is unlikely. i don't mind.
i also want a laptop.
your apology last night took me by surprise. maybe i was standoffish so you thought i needed it. but the way you brushed off my inquisition made me anxious for the rest of the night. but i know it didn't show.
reading a madman dreams of turing machines requires listening to 311's evolution for at least the first 100 pages.
after six near-miss auto-collisions today, i think kharma is sending me a warning. point taken.
count the hyphens and made-up words in this post. i dare you.
the kharma of my shadey character has caught up with me this week. all obligations have fallen through.
i hate it that listening track 16 and watching grey's anatomy once in forever brings it all back and leaves me flooded with feelings of anger and inadequacy. yet completely empty.
tuesday the 6th is faux-giving.
returning coke habits would make me feel like less of an insomniac. tonight i only seek comfort and dependency. but not chemical.
clara and whoever honestyboxed me ((yes, i acknowledge my complete losery for referencing facebook applications in my blog)), i started writing my book. maybe i should scratch everything and work on an english/journalism degree.
there is something about watching mike play that makes me feel jealous or envious. i haven't decided which. he refuses to give up on his musical dreams that i feel have already passed me by. although i've been handed almost every building block opportunity i could have asked for, i have ammounted to nothing more than an og waitress with non-aspiring dreams of greatness. i deserve this life i live, only barely motivated to change.
i think this weekend will determine a lot.
i met tonight's jupiter barista at the loophole 2 weeks ago. the night i ran into kayla.
it will be days at least before the sub-38 degree cold hits my lungs and reminds me of every time i stepped outside for 20 years. i can't wait to flood my memory though i'm sure it will be followed by feelings of distaste for my southern entrapment.
there is something about sitting outside a crowded coffee shop by myself at 3am that makes me emo. but decidedly so, i should have kept my earmuffs yesterday. although, i wouldn't have this problem at all if i'd have gotten my DC hat from him months ago. but alas, she is in town with him for the weekend. so i will proceed with dangerous levels of caution every time i step into public. if only jack bauer was for hire.
also, that is the first joke of the blog. be ashamed if you smiled earlier. i hate you.
my completely unfunded vacation from the mundane, ordinary and monotony of life is fast-approaching, and my need for it grows exponentially.
i waited on the band director for ryan high. he marched phantom regiment and roomed with ray vasquez long ago before he was dr. ray vasquez. also, he left me five on a sixty. fuck them both. that is all.
short interruptions from chico's broken english story of bar rumbles and unfaithful girlfriends was appreciated. he took great interest in my story. then red kicked him out. i said thank you, but didn't mean it. i enjoy conversing with strangers. everyone has a story. they should be shared. i wish i was here alone last night.
instead, i fell asleep during the first x-men for the pluralth time. but it is a good movie. entertaining with little cinematic merit. my sleep is non-movie-discriminatory. i promise.
also, i will create whatever words i damn well please. get over yourself.
goal for the month: pay shit early and have money left over so i seem less financially desperate when my mom comes.
i haven't decided if i should act completely on emotion or logic. this middle-ground is providing less utility than hoped.
why did the chicken cross the road? because he wanted to maximize his utility.
haha, i should reread naked economics and start a xmas list. it would consist of the needs that will make me happy. like work shoes from that one place in lewisville or highland village or whatever.
on my way back from taking my lactose-intolerant-but-had-alfredo-sauce-at-lunch-poop i was stopped by homeslice with a camera. he was a jeremy or a david. he said "well aren't you dressed like the cutest thing ever." he took three shots and gave me a pat on the head on his way out. i'm glad my bedhead was appreciated even post-hood-removal. matted bedhead. my new look. whatever. he said he would contact me via my blog but after reading this post, that is unlikely. i don't mind.
i also want a laptop.
your apology last night took me by surprise. maybe i was standoffish so you thought i needed it. but the way you brushed off my inquisition made me anxious for the rest of the night. but i know it didn't show.
reading a madman dreams of turing machines requires listening to 311's evolution for at least the first 100 pages.
after six near-miss auto-collisions today, i think kharma is sending me a warning. point taken.
count the hyphens and made-up words in this post. i dare you.
when i went to pour myself my regular shot of whiskey i take just before leaving the house, there was what appeared to be a goose down feather resting just above the lid of the windsor. as i went to brush it aside it's little transparent feather tentacles moved. it wasn't a feather, it was a very very fragile white spider, a baby perhaps, maybe even a spider ghost. didn't matter, it had no business blocking my booze so i dealt with it by snapping it between my thumb and middle finger instantly vaporizing it's transparent little spider existence.
you could only be so lucky to die in such a manner.
with a snap of the fingers.
so awesome, so humane.
i rubbed the morning nap out of my eyes, picked out some sunglasses, and was on my way to work. in the car my eye began to itch, like maybe when i rubbed my eyes, i had rubbed a little too hard, or maybe got a speck of dust in it. i kept rubbing to try to get whatever it was out, but it only seemed to be making it worse. when i got to work, my eye was watering and had only grown more itchy. it was so bad that i had to ignore everyone completely and go back to the bathroom to see what the fuck was up. when i looked in the mirror my entire eye was red and teary. i looked like rocky balboa. the white part of my eye was dark red and swollen so badly that my iris actually appeared to be inset. obviously i wasn't going to be finishing my shift crying in everyone's chicken proscuitto.
"i rubbed spider guts in my eye." i said to my boss.
"huh?" he said.
"nothing." i said. i thought of showing him the freakshow that was now my eye, but i didn't want him to scream in horror cause a scene.
anyway, google told me that unless it was a black widow or a recluse, i'd be fine. i took a few pictures of myself looking like a 90 year old jewish wizard and went to sleep.
that evening my eye was normal again.
is that all you got spider?
next time i'll lick the death off my fingers before going poking around eyeball city.
now i will go to jupiter to drink coffee by myself with the best bed head that will ever go fully unappreciated.
you could only be so lucky to die in such a manner.
with a snap of the fingers.
so awesome, so humane.
i rubbed the morning nap out of my eyes, picked out some sunglasses, and was on my way to work. in the car my eye began to itch, like maybe when i rubbed my eyes, i had rubbed a little too hard, or maybe got a speck of dust in it. i kept rubbing to try to get whatever it was out, but it only seemed to be making it worse. when i got to work, my eye was watering and had only grown more itchy. it was so bad that i had to ignore everyone completely and go back to the bathroom to see what the fuck was up. when i looked in the mirror my entire eye was red and teary. i looked like rocky balboa. the white part of my eye was dark red and swollen so badly that my iris actually appeared to be inset. obviously i wasn't going to be finishing my shift crying in everyone's chicken proscuitto.
"i rubbed spider guts in my eye." i said to my boss.
"huh?" he said.
"nothing." i said. i thought of showing him the freakshow that was now my eye, but i didn't want him to scream in horror cause a scene.
anyway, google told me that unless it was a black widow or a recluse, i'd be fine. i took a few pictures of myself looking like a 90 year old jewish wizard and went to sleep.
that evening my eye was normal again.
is that all you got spider?
next time i'll lick the death off my fingers before going poking around eyeball city.
now i will go to jupiter to drink coffee by myself with the best bed head that will ever go fully unappreciated.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
probably close to a month ago, i was given a copy of the timbaland cd. ((ps, amazing. that is all)) i never listened to it and completely forgot i had it and then a week later accused the giver of this cd of never giving it to me... then today i opened the compartment in my car's console... sorry, travis.
i got home at some ridiculous time that no one should have to be awake if they don't have to work like 9.30a or something. my house was a harsh 65 degrees. i put on my flannel pants and my hugely soft and cozy sweatshirt and burrowed beneath 3 blankets on my heavenly mattress. slept until 2.30...
however, in this sleepytime i had many bad dreams. but every time i woke up, i was too cozy to be disturbed at the grossness of my dreams. there were dreams with spiders. dreams with axe murderers and giants. then i had a dream that i went to travis' and he was sleeping and his ex was there and she seduced me and then travis woke up and was very angry and he returned my mattress and took back all of the cds he has burned me.
also, dream-travis does not like lesbians.
oh yeah, texas has at least one good bbq place.
in celebration of my twenty-two-and-a-halfth birthday, joe FINALLY sent me some minnesota cookies. they are incredible. sorry, sarah, but you are just going to have to suppress your ridiculous jealousy of me with my cookies and contest winningness. get over it and get a blog or something. and listen to timbaland. oh yeah, you should listen to ron white also, because he sounds exactly like uncle chuck. and i miss him.
i think my celing creature is going to scratch and chew his way into my bedroom. i would too. out of loneliness. yesterday he was talking. ceiling creatures do not speak english. it's mostly squeaking. it might be swedish.
i'm not letting you change this for me.
i got home at some ridiculous time that no one should have to be awake if they don't have to work like 9.30a or something. my house was a harsh 65 degrees. i put on my flannel pants and my hugely soft and cozy sweatshirt and burrowed beneath 3 blankets on my heavenly mattress. slept until 2.30...
however, in this sleepytime i had many bad dreams. but every time i woke up, i was too cozy to be disturbed at the grossness of my dreams. there were dreams with spiders. dreams with axe murderers and giants. then i had a dream that i went to travis' and he was sleeping and his ex was there and she seduced me and then travis woke up and was very angry and he returned my mattress and took back all of the cds he has burned me.
also, dream-travis does not like lesbians.
oh yeah, texas has at least one good bbq place.
in celebration of my twenty-two-and-a-halfth birthday, joe FINALLY sent me some minnesota cookies. they are incredible. sorry, sarah, but you are just going to have to suppress your ridiculous jealousy of me with my cookies and contest winningness. get over it and get a blog or something. and listen to timbaland. oh yeah, you should listen to ron white also, because he sounds exactly like uncle chuck. and i miss him.
i think my celing creature is going to scratch and chew his way into my bedroom. i would too. out of loneliness. yesterday he was talking. ceiling creatures do not speak english. it's mostly squeaking. it might be swedish.
i'm not letting you change this for me.
this is an actual email conversation between mengtar, mengtar's two sisters and mengtar's dad taken place between 10-18 and 10-23.
dx said:
OK girls, here is the next much anticipated email contest !!
You must REPLY ALL with questions and answers to assure it is fair to all contestants
There will be no more then one clue a day, I will try and send it out early morning or late at night to assure you all have a fair chance to see the clue (late at night is 10:00 for me !!)
Mx is copied on this too...but she can not guess, or give clues...you are all strictly prohibited from soliciting clues from her !!
Todays category is: An Event
Clue 1: 6:08
good luck !!
sx said:
How exciting! I love contests.
Are we allowed to know if this is an event of the past or future? (or is the answer to this question a future clue once you run out of clues?)
dx said:
yes
kx said:
My guess is that dx is taking us to chicago to visit sx and we are watching the twins play the white sucks on 6-08-08.... sorry dx i forgot to reply all when i sent it so you just got this email twice.
dx said:
no, not even close...
kx said:
Is dx throwing a party on june 8th, 2008 saying that he is seven days away from being forty eight??
mengtar said:
shouldn't you be in bed or doing homework??
((dx, i win right??))
dx said:
no winners yet !!
Clue #2
6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
what could it be ???
sx said:
Is this how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail my anatomy exam on Monday after the start of the test?
And what are you doing up at 2:14 am??
Did you participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8 sec and you got a to run through the red tape at the end and stand on a pedestal and a hot babe in a bikini hung a medal around your neck?
kx said:
The time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway to get the newspaper because he hasnt been biking or running like kx said???? also i was awake at 112 because i was watching the mighty ducks with my roomies as our last roomie bonding time.. we made cupcakes and spaghetti and watched the mighty ducks.. and mengtar why were you awake at 214????
mengtar said:
because i was supporting my friends' ska band in their musical endeavors?
also, i used to work with the trombone player and she was totally wearing a Twins world champions shirt from 87. baller.
dx said:
Ok people....lets get back to the "EVENT"
Wrong guesses are:
dx is taking us to chicago ...NO
dx throwing a party on june 8th...NO
how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail ...NO
participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8 sec...NO
time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway ...NO
Obviously I will have to step up the clues....
Clue 1: 6:08
Clue 2: 6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
Clue 3: Diana ( I never met her before, but she was there???)
BONUS CLUE !!!!!: Left (as in not right)
The next round of clues will get easier......
sx said:
Was someone in the kitchen with Diana (I thought it was Dina) stummin on the ol banjo?
mengtar said:
you thought it was dina, but i thought they were stRumming the banjo...
kx said:
This random girl at a party timed dx doing a keg stand for 6 minutes and 8 seconds... or was it Mx???
sx said:
WTF? I can't win without more clues!!! Get on the ball Dx, we're burning daylight!
dx said:
What's a keg stand ???
WTF?? is this another contest?
it must stand for :
White Trash Family
Where's The Fish, Fridge, Fire, Food, etc...
Worse Then Failure
World Trade Federation
Was That Funny
Welcome To Finland
What's This For
Water Treatment Facility
None of this has anything to do with the contest
NEXT CLUE...
ARC, and I don't mean a segment of a differential curve, or the song from Pear Jam, or the big boat Noah built.
Second bonus clue, the event took place last Thursday.
kx said:
Dx joined ARC fitness and has a personal trainer named Diana and he ran a 6 minute and 8 second mile last thursday... does saint cloud even have an arc fitness???
sx said:
WTF = What the f***
I've never heard of the band "Pear Jam" Did you hear them on 800 AM?
kx said:
didnt you get the memo sx.. they started playing this "pearl jam" on 800 am about three or maybe four weeks ago.. it caused a huge uproar.. dx even wrote a letter to radio station but over time this "pearl jam" grew on him.. then he decided to start working out at ARC fitness and met his personal trainer diana who made him run a six minute and eight second mile.. go dx!!
dx said:
The only clues I have left after this mornings clue(s) are so obvious that I might as well tell you what this 2nd historical event was....see below for todays clue......
Wrong guesses are:
dx is taking us to chicago ...NO
dx throwing a party on june 8th...NO
how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail ...NO
participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8
sec...NO
time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway ...NO
Anything in reference to Pearl Jam
Clues that apparently haven't been any help !!
Clue 1: 6:08
Clue 2: 6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
Clue 3: Diana ( I never met her before, but she was there???)
BONUS CLUE !!!!!: Left (as in not right)
Clue 4: ARC, and I don't mean a segment of a differential curve, or the song from
Pear Jam, or the big boat Noah built.
Second bonus clue, the event took place last Thursday.
Clue 5 (actually 7 counting bonus clues): Arm (This clue goes with the first bonus clue)
Third bonus clue!!...Oreo Cookies
kx said:
last thursday at wing night dx competed in a oreo eating contest and his partner diana was missing her left arm.. but they ate the whole bag of oreos in six minutes and eight seconds
dx said:
First....I don't need any help eating a whole bag of Oreo's, and as you should know, I don't like to share my Oreo's. Diana was not missing her left arm, but she did hurt my left arm.
My responses may contain additional hidden clues...such as ARC followed the WTF response from Sarah (whatever that means???)
sx said:
Were you eating your Oreo's at the contest so fast because you have been so stict with your diet/exercise plan set up by Kx and you were so excited about the Oreo's that you threw out your left shoulder beating up this Diana chick who tried to take one?
And by left shoulder being thrown out, I mean hurt left arm in some way...
kx said:
dx was at ARC (a robzombie concert) last thursday eating a whole bag of oreos.. when six minutes and eight seconds into the concert some chick named diana was crowd surfing and crushed his oreos so dx beat her up and hurt his left arm in the process.. I KNOW I AM A GENIUS AND GOT IT RIGHT... PLEASE HOLD THE APPLAUSE!!!
dx was at rumors choking (ARC) on the full bag of oreos it took him six minutes and eight seconds to finish when diana came up to give dx the heimlich and hurt dx's arm in the process... therefore dx is going to give up eating oreos
dx said:
lets put all of the clues together and see what we have.... because everyone has gone in the wrong directions so far..... Ignore all of your old guesses...they aren't even close.....
The event (which has occurred for the second time) lasted 6 minutes and 8 seconds, it took place last Thursday. Diana was there and it involved my left arm. I had Oreo cookies. And the abbreviation ARC, may not show up on the Wikipedia search, I am sure it is in the 94,000,000 hits on Google. But it does stand for something!! The event did not cost me anything, and will not cost anything, yet it is very valuable to someone.
What did I do....the next clue will be the last clue, and will be in the form of a Jumble....like in the paper where you un-scramble the letters.
sx said:
Damn, I'm so bad at the Word Jumble
kx said:
damn.. i am really bad at this game
dx said:
Ok...Its JUMBLE time!!!
For those of you that are JUMBLE challenged, I put in a few clues for the answer. If you don't know the rules or how to play, then you have led a very sheltered life.....and you should call mengtar, because I know she knows how to play and is very good at it!!
(I can't be responsible if more then one word can be formed out of the
jumbled letters)
TNEODN (_)_ _ _(_)_
RODNEW (_)(_)_ _ (_) _
HGREPO (_)(_)_ _ _ _
REVAB (_)_(_)_ _
Answer: _ _ D _ A _ _ _ L _ _ _
dx said:
The contest has been solved....at 11:50AM Central Time, I received a phone call confirmation of the correct answer......the remaining participants (you know who you are) will still have an opportunity to solve the contest.
It was stated that all the clues made sense, once the answer was revealed.... however, none of the previous guesses made any sense (once again, you know who you are!!!)
kx said:
my new guess is that this contest is complete bullshit because the words in the jumble i am convinced dont make any words at all and dx just needed some form of entertainment because i am no longer living at home to keep the house full of entertainment
dx said:
you are disqualified for swearing !!
and yes the words and clues all make sense!!
kx said:
sx said damn.. and i got yelled at or saying damn once because you said it was a swear word!.. but i do not believe the jumbled words make any words at all
mx said:
hahaha i win!!!
i'm the shiznit mofos!
((watch your mouth, kx!))
dx said:
OK girls, here is the next much anticipated email contest !!
You must REPLY ALL with questions and answers to assure it is fair to all contestants
There will be no more then one clue a day, I will try and send it out early morning or late at night to assure you all have a fair chance to see the clue (late at night is 10:00 for me !!)
Mx is copied on this too...but she can not guess, or give clues...you are all strictly prohibited from soliciting clues from her !!
Todays category is: An Event
Clue 1: 6:08
good luck !!
sx said:
How exciting! I love contests.
Are we allowed to know if this is an event of the past or future? (or is the answer to this question a future clue once you run out of clues?)
dx said:
yes
kx said:
My guess is that dx is taking us to chicago to visit sx and we are watching the twins play the white sucks on 6-08-08.... sorry dx i forgot to reply all when i sent it so you just got this email twice.
dx said:
no, not even close...
kx said:
Is dx throwing a party on june 8th, 2008 saying that he is seven days away from being forty eight??
mengtar said:
shouldn't you be in bed or doing homework??
((dx, i win right??))
dx said:
no winners yet !!
Clue #2
6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
what could it be ???
sx said:
Is this how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail my anatomy exam on Monday after the start of the test?
And what are you doing up at 2:14 am??
Did you participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8 sec and you got a to run through the red tape at the end and stand on a pedestal and a hot babe in a bikini hung a medal around your neck?
kx said:
The time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway to get the newspaper because he hasnt been biking or running like kx said???? also i was awake at 112 because i was watching the mighty ducks with my roomies as our last roomie bonding time.. we made cupcakes and spaghetti and watched the mighty ducks.. and mengtar why were you awake at 214????
mengtar said:
because i was supporting my friends' ska band in their musical endeavors?
also, i used to work with the trombone player and she was totally wearing a Twins world champions shirt from 87. baller.
dx said:
Ok people....lets get back to the "EVENT"
Wrong guesses are:
dx is taking us to chicago ...NO
dx throwing a party on june 8th...NO
how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail ...NO
participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8 sec...NO
time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway ...NO
Obviously I will have to step up the clues....
Clue 1: 6:08
Clue 2: 6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
Clue 3: Diana ( I never met her before, but she was there???)
BONUS CLUE !!!!!: Left (as in not right)
The next round of clues will get easier......
sx said:
Was someone in the kitchen with Diana (I thought it was Dina) stummin on the ol banjo?
mengtar said:
you thought it was dina, but i thought they were stRumming the banjo...
kx said:
This random girl at a party timed dx doing a keg stand for 6 minutes and 8 seconds... or was it Mx???
sx said:
WTF? I can't win without more clues!!! Get on the ball Dx, we're burning daylight!
dx said:
What's a keg stand ???
WTF?? is this another contest?
it must stand for :
White Trash Family
Where's The Fish, Fridge, Fire, Food, etc...
Worse Then Failure
World Trade Federation
Was That Funny
Welcome To Finland
What's This For
Water Treatment Facility
None of this has anything to do with the contest
NEXT CLUE...
ARC, and I don't mean a segment of a differential curve, or the song from Pear Jam, or the big boat Noah built.
Second bonus clue, the event took place last Thursday.
kx said:
Dx joined ARC fitness and has a personal trainer named Diana and he ran a 6 minute and 8 second mile last thursday... does saint cloud even have an arc fitness???
sx said:
WTF = What the f***
I've never heard of the band "Pear Jam" Did you hear them on 800 AM?
kx said:
didnt you get the memo sx.. they started playing this "pearl jam" on 800 am about three or maybe four weeks ago.. it caused a huge uproar.. dx even wrote a letter to radio station but over time this "pearl jam" grew on him.. then he decided to start working out at ARC fitness and met his personal trainer diana who made him run a six minute and eight second mile.. go dx!!
dx said:
The only clues I have left after this mornings clue(s) are so obvious that I might as well tell you what this 2nd historical event was....see below for todays clue......
Wrong guesses are:
dx is taking us to chicago ...NO
dx throwing a party on june 8th...NO
how long it will take me to realize that I'm going to fail ...NO
participate in a mile run and it you won the race in 6 min and 8
sec...NO
time it took dx to walk to the end of the driveway ...NO
Anything in reference to Pearl Jam
Clues that apparently haven't been any help !!
Clue 1: 6:08
Clue 2: 6:08 indicates 6 minutes and 8 seconds
Clue 3: Diana ( I never met her before, but she was there???)
BONUS CLUE !!!!!: Left (as in not right)
Clue 4: ARC, and I don't mean a segment of a differential curve, or the song from
Pear Jam, or the big boat Noah built.
Second bonus clue, the event took place last Thursday.
Clue 5 (actually 7 counting bonus clues): Arm (This clue goes with the first bonus clue)
Third bonus clue!!...Oreo Cookies
kx said:
last thursday at wing night dx competed in a oreo eating contest and his partner diana was missing her left arm.. but they ate the whole bag of oreos in six minutes and eight seconds
dx said:
First....I don't need any help eating a whole bag of Oreo's, and as you should know, I don't like to share my Oreo's. Diana was not missing her left arm, but she did hurt my left arm.
My responses may contain additional hidden clues...such as ARC followed the WTF response from Sarah (whatever that means???)
sx said:
Were you eating your Oreo's at the contest so fast because you have been so stict with your diet/exercise plan set up by Kx and you were so excited about the Oreo's that you threw out your left shoulder beating up this Diana chick who tried to take one?
And by left shoulder being thrown out, I mean hurt left arm in some way...
kx said:
dx was at ARC (a robzombie concert) last thursday eating a whole bag of oreos.. when six minutes and eight seconds into the concert some chick named diana was crowd surfing and crushed his oreos so dx beat her up and hurt his left arm in the process.. I KNOW I AM A GENIUS AND GOT IT RIGHT... PLEASE HOLD THE APPLAUSE!!!
dx was at rumors choking (ARC) on the full bag of oreos it took him six minutes and eight seconds to finish when diana came up to give dx the heimlich and hurt dx's arm in the process... therefore dx is going to give up eating oreos
dx said:
lets put all of the clues together and see what we have.... because everyone has gone in the wrong directions so far..... Ignore all of your old guesses...they aren't even close.....
The event (which has occurred for the second time) lasted 6 minutes and 8 seconds, it took place last Thursday. Diana was there and it involved my left arm. I had Oreo cookies. And the abbreviation ARC, may not show up on the Wikipedia search, I am sure it is in the 94,000,000 hits on Google. But it does stand for something!! The event did not cost me anything, and will not cost anything, yet it is very valuable to someone.
What did I do....the next clue will be the last clue, and will be in the form of a Jumble....like in the paper where you un-scramble the letters.
sx said:
Damn, I'm so bad at the Word Jumble
kx said:
damn.. i am really bad at this game
dx said:
Ok...Its JUMBLE time!!!
For those of you that are JUMBLE challenged, I put in a few clues for the answer. If you don't know the rules or how to play, then you have led a very sheltered life.....and you should call mengtar, because I know she knows how to play and is very good at it!!
(I can't be responsible if more then one word can be formed out of the
jumbled letters)
TNEODN (_)_ _ _(_)_
RODNEW (_)(_)_ _ (_) _
HGREPO (_)(_)_ _ _ _
REVAB (_)_(_)_ _
Answer: _ _ D _ A _ _ _ L _ _ _
dx said:
The contest has been solved....at 11:50AM Central Time, I received a phone call confirmation of the correct answer......the remaining participants (you know who you are) will still have an opportunity to solve the contest.
It was stated that all the clues made sense, once the answer was revealed.... however, none of the previous guesses made any sense (once again, you know who you are!!!)
kx said:
my new guess is that this contest is complete bullshit because the words in the jumble i am convinced dont make any words at all and dx just needed some form of entertainment because i am no longer living at home to keep the house full of entertainment
dx said:
you are disqualified for swearing !!
and yes the words and clues all make sense!!
kx said:
sx said damn.. and i got yelled at or saying damn once because you said it was a swear word!.. but i do not believe the jumbled words make any words at all
mx said:
hahaha i win!!!
i'm the shiznit mofos!
((watch your mouth, kx!))
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
TWO YEARS AGO TODAY:
Some people never go crazy. Me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. They'll find me there. "It's Mengtar," they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat, rub my chest, sprinkle me with oils. Then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale.
Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Some people never go crazy. Me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. They'll find me there. "It's Mengtar," they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat, rub my chest, sprinkle me with oils. Then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale.
Some people never go crazy.
What truly horrible lives they must lead.
so despite my best efforts and using every excuse i could think of, i am willing to admit that i have officially been dooped into attending tonight's olive garden masquerade.
however, i am not wearing melissa's formal dress. instead, i have opted for my hipster dress. complete with my purple necklace and bangles from the downtown minimall. also, i will sport my fauxhawk. because i can, bitches.
travis' target carries clay-based hair wax.
mine does not.
when i was on the phone with my mom yesterday there was a big spider in the tree. he will remain nameless. i hope he eats the bees that live at the top of our front doorway. it made me nervous, but not scared. i think this is the same kind of spider that would hang outside travis' house at night that would make me want to sit in my car and cry and made him want to sit on his front steps laughing at me.
brad gave me an old hard drive. did i tell you that? brad > most people i know. brad's shirt is not.
warren says i look afrocentric in my fauxhawk pictures. i should have been black.
also, i'm pretty sure that one of my eyes is awkwardly higher than the other one. i'm not sure how i feel about that at the moment.
the other night i was sitting at jupiter reading my book and waiting on some homies and there was a guy sitting next to me watching some movie about brooklyn or manhattan or some place i've never been. he would have been slightly attractive had he been wearing different boots. they were shiny with pointed toes and were probably not italian. his dog is adorable and probably well-behaved. he is smoking a cigar and i like his sweater and his jeans are probably soft.
leave it to some loud-speaking ginger bitch to rain on my parade of jupiter house sitting. her obnoxiousness is also featured in the most recent video of mike's singing that will probably never make it onto my blog because i am mostly stupid.
also, mike is naming his new band after my frog. wellington, also. check out their first cd. also wellington.
yes.
i had written several things in my book on thursday night that i was supposed to blog about later. it is mostly illegible and probably some emo crap about my inadequacy issues. you're not missing a thing.
however, i am not wearing melissa's formal dress. instead, i have opted for my hipster dress. complete with my purple necklace and bangles from the downtown minimall. also, i will sport my fauxhawk. because i can, bitches.
travis' target carries clay-based hair wax.
mine does not.
when i was on the phone with my mom yesterday there was a big spider in the tree. he will remain nameless. i hope he eats the bees that live at the top of our front doorway. it made me nervous, but not scared. i think this is the same kind of spider that would hang outside travis' house at night that would make me want to sit in my car and cry and made him want to sit on his front steps laughing at me.
brad gave me an old hard drive. did i tell you that? brad > most people i know. brad's shirt is not.
warren says i look afrocentric in my fauxhawk pictures. i should have been black.
also, i'm pretty sure that one of my eyes is awkwardly higher than the other one. i'm not sure how i feel about that at the moment.
the other night i was sitting at jupiter reading my book and waiting on some homies and there was a guy sitting next to me watching some movie about brooklyn or manhattan or some place i've never been. he would have been slightly attractive had he been wearing different boots. they were shiny with pointed toes and were probably not italian. his dog is adorable and probably well-behaved. he is smoking a cigar and i like his sweater and his jeans are probably soft.
leave it to some loud-speaking ginger bitch to rain on my parade of jupiter house sitting. her obnoxiousness is also featured in the most recent video of mike's singing that will probably never make it onto my blog because i am mostly stupid.
also, mike is naming his new band after my frog. wellington, also. check out their first cd. also wellington.
yes.
i had written several things in my book on thursday night that i was supposed to blog about later. it is mostly illegible and probably some emo crap about my inadequacy issues. you're not missing a thing.
Friday, October 19, 2007
wow... happy bipolar mengtar day...
so last night i was in a super-funk. i had decided that i hated texas again for the 31st reason. ((that post was deleted. your welcome)) and i drank a lot and then drank some more and then cut off my hair. mengtar's head looks like a boy and she is okay with that.
then this afternoon i decided that i hated all of my friends and that i was going to reboot for a week and have no contact with anyone and live in my room and at work and never answer my phone. but this still might be a good idea because then i will save money and be productive. things i have to get done: call my aunt, clean my room, finish my laundry, vacuum, learn how to install a hard drive, attempt and fail at hard drive installation, reassemble my computer, call brad to install my hard drive and pretend like i never even tried to install my hard drive... and buy some crickets.
then this evening my mom called and said she's coming to visit me at the beginning of november! super excited! but now i have to plan things to do while she's here... so i think everyone's band should play a gig every night. also, my mom is cool.
more things about how cool i am soon to come...
also, we are going to have a faux-thanksgiving while she's here because i'm not going home for thanksgiving. so everyone is invited over for faux thanksgiving and we will eat my mom's awesome food and drink wine and be silly.
i have to get ready for some pizza maybe and a vampire movie.
ready. go.
so last night i was in a super-funk. i had decided that i hated texas again for the 31st reason. ((that post was deleted. your welcome)) and i drank a lot and then drank some more and then cut off my hair. mengtar's head looks like a boy and she is okay with that.
then this afternoon i decided that i hated all of my friends and that i was going to reboot for a week and have no contact with anyone and live in my room and at work and never answer my phone. but this still might be a good idea because then i will save money and be productive. things i have to get done: call my aunt, clean my room, finish my laundry, vacuum, learn how to install a hard drive, attempt and fail at hard drive installation, reassemble my computer, call brad to install my hard drive and pretend like i never even tried to install my hard drive... and buy some crickets.
then this evening my mom called and said she's coming to visit me at the beginning of november! super excited! but now i have to plan things to do while she's here... so i think everyone's band should play a gig every night. also, my mom is cool.
more things about how cool i am soon to come...
also, we are going to have a faux-thanksgiving while she's here because i'm not going home for thanksgiving. so everyone is invited over for faux thanksgiving and we will eat my mom's awesome food and drink wine and be silly.
i have to get ready for some pizza maybe and a vampire movie.
ready. go.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
it drives me crazy that months ago i tried everything to make you realize that you were making the biggest mistake. it's not until now that you're realizing it too. and i've completely lost interest.
::le sigh::
my computer has a 30G hard drive. it is full. i deleted everything i don't use ((with the exception of music and photos)) and it is still full. i can't even defrag because it requires 15% free space and i only have 2%. i have a few cds to import to my ipod but they won't fit on my computer.
sad panda.
maybe it's because i have so many songs i don't listen to and pictures of things like grasshoppers in my car...
speaking of grasshoppers in my car... this is andrew.
and this is andrew in the shadows of the night. be careful. he packs his guns in the club if they shrug and them thugs mean mug ya... he's a gangsta.
cyborgs are humans with robotic parts, and androids are robots with human characteristics. any questions? moving on.
post-bar-waffle-house i got a call from my ol homie brent to smoke out. twas an adventure of the most grand proportions. not really. i don't really remember much other than giggling and watching a movie with a robot. the robot was neither a cyborg nor an android. i even got woken up with a hearty breakfast of engineered chickens. the kfc chickens may have been androids. but then i realized that i was supposed to be in court for my speeding ticket and had to leave with only one sock because my socks disappear at brent's house. i saved some money and will hopefully be able to make another payment to barton building and loan.
this week, mike and i will venture to the great unknown of the attic to confront
critters about noise complaints and their unpaid rent. i hope that it is followed by a blog post full of photos of critters and uninjured people.
::le sigh::
my computer has a 30G hard drive. it is full. i deleted everything i don't use ((with the exception of music and photos)) and it is still full. i can't even defrag because it requires 15% free space and i only have 2%. i have a few cds to import to my ipod but they won't fit on my computer.
sad panda.
maybe it's because i have so many songs i don't listen to and pictures of things like grasshoppers in my car...
speaking of grasshoppers in my car... this is andrew.
and this is andrew in the shadows of the night. be careful. he packs his guns in the club if they shrug and them thugs mean mug ya... he's a gangsta.
cyborgs are humans with robotic parts, and androids are robots with human characteristics. any questions? moving on.
post-bar-waffle-house i got a call from my ol homie brent to smoke out. twas an adventure of the most grand proportions. not really. i don't really remember much other than giggling and watching a movie with a robot. the robot was neither a cyborg nor an android. i even got woken up with a hearty breakfast of engineered chickens. the kfc chickens may have been androids. but then i realized that i was supposed to be in court for my speeding ticket and had to leave with only one sock because my socks disappear at brent's house. i saved some money and will hopefully be able to make another payment to barton building and loan.
this week, mike and i will venture to the great unknown of the attic to confront
critters about noise complaints and their unpaid rent. i hope that it is followed by a blog post full of photos of critters and uninjured people.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
broadcasting live from tx' mactop at j and l's wondrous abode of joy and/// joyness/ ((also, / = period because travis was too late to learn not to tickle me when beverages are present/))
joe, you should be fucking patient and wait for my livid post to surface/ i wanted to collect my thoughts on said subject via aim with you but a small problem surfaced with your lack of your end of the conversation/ i will hate you for the rest of the night/ if i was capable of logging into my facebook with backslashes instead of periods i would not poke you back/
also, i'm branching out/ i had thai food/ sweet basil is pretty fucking great/ you should take me there sometime/
i'm watching pirates3 and i'm not sure if there was E in my thai food or if the stones are actually turning into crabs, but i assure you, it is awkward/
also, if i was a product, i would be recalled/
joe, you should be fucking patient and wait for my livid post to surface/ i wanted to collect my thoughts on said subject via aim with you but a small problem surfaced with your lack of your end of the conversation/ i will hate you for the rest of the night/ if i was capable of logging into my facebook with backslashes instead of periods i would not poke you back/
also, i'm branching out/ i had thai food/ sweet basil is pretty fucking great/ you should take me there sometime/
i'm watching pirates3 and i'm not sure if there was E in my thai food or if the stones are actually turning into crabs, but i assure you, it is awkward/
also, if i was a product, i would be recalled/
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
i was driving home last night smoking my last cigarette of the pack thinking "hmm... should i stop and get more or should i quit?" that's usually my thought process and the process usually ends with "no, i'll quit after the next one" because quitting smoking has been very fresh in my mind for the past several months.
and i know this is going to sound ultra-super lame, but i changed the radio station and linkin park's breaking the habit was on. and then i decided that, yes, i quit. and i've quit many many times before, and it has lasted anywhere between 6 hours to 5 days. but this time i actually feel a lot different about it. i feel about smoking now the same way i did about drinking then.
i'm also not saying that i will never have another cigarette for as long as i live, but i'm definitely going to be done for a few weeks and hopefully after that, i will not have to do it nearly as much.
boredom train 5000, i know.
and i know this is going to sound ultra-super lame, but i changed the radio station and linkin park's breaking the habit was on. and then i decided that, yes, i quit. and i've quit many many times before, and it has lasted anywhere between 6 hours to 5 days. but this time i actually feel a lot different about it. i feel about smoking now the same way i did about drinking then.
i'm also not saying that i will never have another cigarette for as long as i live, but i'm definitely going to be done for a few weeks and hopefully after that, i will not have to do it nearly as much.
boredom train 5000, i know.
Monday, October 08, 2007
while i was at work, some kid was coloring a turkey in her coloring book. her mom made a comment about how that's what they eat on thanksgiving. i already made the joke to myself so whatever.
then later when the mom is in the bathroom the girl says to her other youngster friend at the table "how do they get the feathers off?"
also, maybe i hadn't eaten and we got to taste more of our new drinks ((by the way, the limemint fresco is amazing even though no one else liked it so i drank the whole thing)) or maybe because i'm incredible, but i decided to tell her how they get the feathers off:
WELL ((this got her attention now she is looking up at me)) first they chop their heads off... then adam who was standing near me goes MEGAN! in his scolding voice so i wasn't able to get to the then they run the bodies under scolding hot water and skin them part. whatever. she wanted to know, right? and if your mom is a bitch enough to make a that's the animal we will be eating joke then what does it matter if i get graphic?
this just in: kids suck anyway! yes, yours too!
ps. fil came to the og to brag about how he haggled for his meats at the meat choppery. he got the end pieces for 99 cents a pound instead of the 2 dollar whatever price. also, he is turning into an old woman.
then later when the mom is in the bathroom the girl says to her other youngster friend at the table "how do they get the feathers off?"
also, maybe i hadn't eaten and we got to taste more of our new drinks ((by the way, the limemint fresco is amazing even though no one else liked it so i drank the whole thing)) or maybe because i'm incredible, but i decided to tell her how they get the feathers off:
WELL ((this got her attention now she is looking up at me)) first they chop their heads off... then adam who was standing near me goes MEGAN! in his scolding voice so i wasn't able to get to the then they run the bodies under scolding hot water and skin them part. whatever. she wanted to know, right? and if your mom is a bitch enough to make a that's the animal we will be eating joke then what does it matter if i get graphic?
this just in: kids suck anyway! yes, yours too!
ps. fil came to the og to brag about how he haggled for his meats at the meat choppery. he got the end pieces for 99 cents a pound instead of the 2 dollar whatever price. also, he is turning into an old woman.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
the token is not nipple shields... but even better... it's totally the zelda crest and totally badass. complete bballa. yes. not legible in this photo, but "3 weeks sober" is engraved.
i waited on twenty cute boys at the og. eight of the twenty also attended the between the buried and me show. hot. ((also, the show was pretty badass. less than quality venue, though. it smelled worse than a middle school dance at 9.30pm. but the music was great, so it was like one of the drumline dances where carl's brother djs...)) but they all ordered the never ending pasta bowl and water and a thousand refills on everything. forty dollar gratuity. forty dollars on top. fucking right.
motorcycles are better than girls because all they ask for is some monthly maintenance. and that only takes a couple hours, not a fucking week. your mind has just been blown by the wisdom of the letter bb. ((bb as in bballa.))
speaking of which, my period is done so i just wanted to spend my whole day off masturbating to some new cds. too bad i had things to take care of...
visors are basically the best. they keep your face shaded AND your head cool... while golfing... in your... polo shirt... and your name is tx...
last night i ran into dan at ur moms. according to him ((and contradicted by everyone else in the free world)) he had been telling jx to call me every other day. daniel chode-erson, fabricator extraordinaire, also gifted us with such triple platinum hits as "i got fired this morning, not last week" and "mario loves me and won't leave me alone" and "i did severance" and "i'm not an addict, i swear" and "i don't have a license because i got mugged at gunpoint" and "megan has a boyfriend and she is also an addict" and "no, i didn't know jx was cheating on you the whole time". soon to be released ((but might be more than half true)): "vic is in love with you and wants to make your children". stay tuned.
where is aubrey??
about 20 minutes that way.
i waited on twenty cute boys at the og. eight of the twenty also attended the between the buried and me show. hot. ((also, the show was pretty badass. less than quality venue, though. it smelled worse than a middle school dance at 9.30pm. but the music was great, so it was like one of the drumline dances where carl's brother djs...)) but they all ordered the never ending pasta bowl and water and a thousand refills on everything. forty dollar gratuity. forty dollars on top. fucking right.
motorcycles are better than girls because all they ask for is some monthly maintenance. and that only takes a couple hours, not a fucking week. your mind has just been blown by the wisdom of the letter bb. ((bb as in bballa.))
speaking of which, my period is done so i just wanted to spend my whole day off masturbating to some new cds. too bad i had things to take care of...
visors are basically the best. they keep your face shaded AND your head cool... while golfing... in your... polo shirt... and your name is tx...
last night i ran into dan at ur moms. according to him ((and contradicted by everyone else in the free world)) he had been telling jx to call me every other day. daniel chode-erson, fabricator extraordinaire, also gifted us with such triple platinum hits as "i got fired this morning, not last week" and "mario loves me and won't leave me alone" and "i did severance" and "i'm not an addict, i swear" and "i don't have a license because i got mugged at gunpoint" and "megan has a boyfriend and she is also an addict" and "no, i didn't know jx was cheating on you the whole time". soon to be released ((but might be more than half true)): "vic is in love with you and wants to make your children". stay tuned.
where is aubrey??
about 20 minutes that way.
Friday, October 05, 2007
now before i forget, as this has not been prerecorded like the future post that will rewind the rest of my evening...
ultra-vintage faux-hawk kid that hangs at jupiter as frequently as i do ((losery5000, i know)) and i agreed tonight on the fact that cars and motorcycles are not as magnificent as most boys make them out to be. they will not wash my dishes. they will not balance my checkbook. they will not quiet the neighbors' dog while i'm taking my mid-day nap.
get over it.
((just kidding, it's cute))
ultra-vintage faux-hawk kid that hangs at jupiter as frequently as i do ((losery5000, i know)) and i agreed tonight on the fact that cars and motorcycles are not as magnificent as most boys make them out to be. they will not wash my dishes. they will not balance my checkbook. they will not quiet the neighbors' dog while i'm taking my mid-day nap.
get over it.
((just kidding, it's cute))
Thursday, October 04, 2007
i would like to start off by saying that this guy is waay cooler than i am. you should be reading his blog right now intead of mine.
((if he really has one, let me know))
so it's been quite a long time since there has been a show that i have really wished to attend. with the exception of my friends' bands, of course.
however, tonight there is a show. between the buried and me. in lewisville. for $15. with 8 or so other bands. at a BYOB venue.
and no one wants to accompany me.
fuck.
upside down or sideways. either way, it is too much cupcake for me.
then i looked at my checking account and realized that i don't have $15 to be spending on concerts, plus gas, plus parking maybe, plus beer obviously, plus a shirt of course.
i'm also realizing that i have to stop spending my money on things like beer and smokes and coffee. so, sorry kids, but i think i'm going to have to be beered and smoked and coffeed out for a while till i get these bills paid and pay off a certain mattress purchaser. ((which is still soooo amazing and comfortable... both the mattress and the purchaser.))
also, i'm not a bitch when i'm drunk, just confrontational and defensive. i may have been both last night. i don't exactly remember.
tx is a fun-ruiner and ever-so-condescending.
also, he is fun and will save you from the crazies at the bar.
back to what i said, starting now i need a second job... again.
sometimes eating a hamburger that is actually a cupcake is the most rational decision a man can make.
i watched the movie the kingdom last night. wow... i had a few drinks beforehand and a dude's hand in my crotch and i STILL couldn't stay awake through this movie!
good ending though...
the inside of my house feels like it has been raining outside. i think because my ceiling fan is on.
i am renaming my car. it should now be referred to as the hatredcopter.
that is all.
((if he really has one, let me know))
so it's been quite a long time since there has been a show that i have really wished to attend. with the exception of my friends' bands, of course.
however, tonight there is a show. between the buried and me. in lewisville. for $15. with 8 or so other bands. at a BYOB venue.
and no one wants to accompany me.
fuck.
upside down or sideways. either way, it is too much cupcake for me.
then i looked at my checking account and realized that i don't have $15 to be spending on concerts, plus gas, plus parking maybe, plus beer obviously, plus a shirt of course.
i'm also realizing that i have to stop spending my money on things like beer and smokes and coffee. so, sorry kids, but i think i'm going to have to be beered and smoked and coffeed out for a while till i get these bills paid and pay off a certain mattress purchaser. ((which is still soooo amazing and comfortable... both the mattress and the purchaser.))
also, i'm not a bitch when i'm drunk, just confrontational and defensive. i may have been both last night. i don't exactly remember.
tx is a fun-ruiner and ever-so-condescending.
also, he is fun and will save you from the crazies at the bar.
back to what i said, starting now i need a second job... again.
sometimes eating a hamburger that is actually a cupcake is the most rational decision a man can make.
i watched the movie the kingdom last night. wow... i had a few drinks beforehand and a dude's hand in my crotch and i STILL couldn't stay awake through this movie!
good ending though...
the inside of my house feels like it has been raining outside. i think because my ceiling fan is on.
i am renaming my car. it should now be referred to as the hatredcopter.
that is all.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
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