save mengtar

2011-07-08T01:34:00.002-05:00

did i mention he has no car, but an electric scooter? did i mention that?

((am i jealous?))

2011-07-06T10:02:00.002-05:00

on my way to the kitchen to make coffee this morning:

newroommatex said:

hey, i brought some coffee from my parents' house. it's in your coffee pot. enjoy. that's some gooood shit right there.

mengtar said:

oh yeah? ((pours coffee, gags a little, doesn't swallow)) it's cold!

newroommatex said:

yeah, i made it at their house earlier. i figured that would be easier.

mengtar stares off like a dumbfounded idiot. is this how people feel when i talk sometimes?

2011-07-04T16:48:00.005-05:00

that moment when you realize that you've made a huge mistake. you bang your head against the wall, and your stomach crawls into your throat. then your eyes unfocus and begin to tear while you realize the encompassing repercussions of your mischance and misfortunes.

i found a roommate on craigslist.

words cannot fully express his idiocy or my frustration.

our house has shuffled through aromas of dirty diapers, bad cologne, and teriyaki sauce.

he stumbled home from a party at 3am to knock on my door and ask if i wanted to meet his brother then proceeded to cyclone around the house with smacks and crashes and distribute all of the lumber in the garage around my back yard.

also, my back yard now has a flattop.

yes.

he mowed a flattop into my back yard. my back yard is an early '90s black man's haircut.

how does one enter recovery mode after something like this?

2011-03-27T18:21:00.006-05:00

last night i tried my paws at a device i had only recently heard of... the neti pot. i wonder why it had never been introduced to me in my horribly congested upbringing. it's a tiny tea pot you fill with a saline solution and pour into one nostril with your head cocked while all of your nasal nastiness drips out the other... very charming, especially when your head isn't turned far enough and it spills into the back of your throat.

HIIIGHLY recommended, and also endorsed by this guy.

in other recent news, i have switched banks to one with better lighting and free popcorn, because these are the things that are important to me.

oh, hey guys. has it been raining? i suppose you want to come inside.

uhh... wait...

let's talk about this...

((closes door))

2011-03-25T19:03:00.004-05:00

there are two argentinian boys that live down the street. they are five and seven. they visit me every day. i hide from them every other day. i get caught every other other day.

lx said:

did you know that i'm a jedi master?

mx said:

no you're not, lx, you haven't even mastered the force yet, probably because you're five. i haven't even mastered the force and i'm seven. you'd probably have to be at least ten to be a jedi master.

also, they are both left handed. luke skywalker is left handed. age seven math, with left hands, you will be jedi masters.

they are quite impressive.

2011-03-02T20:37:00.003-06:00

i think i need to be in a library to be at all productive. being at home with papers to write and studying to do is just too difficult. i just end up watching law & order: criminal intent until my eyes burn.

special note: i don't watch it because it's good, but only because i've already seen every episode of special victims unit and plain bagel & order isn't on netflix.

and crossword puzzles? don't get me started.

le sigh.

i knew my phlebotomist today. we used to work together at og. we talked about things that are boring. i don't think he was allowed to laugh at my jokes on account of the lab coat.

2011-03-01T20:20:00.002-06:00

GAH! i could use seven or so beers right now.

unfortunately i'm running the earth day half-marathon. sobriety for the environment. it makes more sense on paper.

you can fold a trope nine times, because they are not made out of paper. that's just where you put them.

2011-02-28T15:35:00.002-06:00

fi fy fo fum...

i went to work and played with dogs for dollars.

i planted an avocado. i plan to have my own avocado forest by the time i leave for south america. i hope it becomes an invasive species and i am eventually named in a science textbook.

goals are important.

i have finally taught ari to "speak" on command. eventually they will be able to howl on the command "mengtar will now take your questions" which will be difficult because they will need to be holding a microphone and lack opposable thumbs. by this time science will owe me a payback for all of those avocados they're eating.

2011-02-28T12:47:00.002-06:00

in recent news, i discovered that px was secretly living as an underground rapper.

be impressed.

2011-02-28T00:28:00.002-06:00

oh, hey, hi, remember this? typing? abcs and qwerts?

remember these assholes?

it's been a few haircuts since last time.

but don't worry, i've grown up approximately zero.

i was awakened from an afternoon nap ((4-hour)) by a drop-in from rx. we caught up on life and things over a cigarette. his mom used to live in the house next to mine where our current neighbors live with their house of lies and horrible children and ugly dogs and broken tree that has not been proven to be my fault beyond a reasonable doubt...

also, i've been trying to catch the mouse in my kitchen so i can release it through one of their air vents. ((jokes, denton police department, jokes)) --safety dance.

smug as a bug on a santa monica peir.

i've been trying to work on jokes about joke books. so far i've been unsuccessful. but i make myself laugh each time, and i think i must count as at least two people, not to mention that i've heard the joke already when i rehearsed it in my bathroom mirror this morning. twice.

i must be done procrastinating the finishing of my paper on this poem:

Why I Am Not a Painter

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
--Frank O'Hara

--megfergi out!

2010-09-24T01:28:00.001-05:00

also, there is this.

tambien, hay esto.

2010-09-24T00:51:00.004-05:00

let's welcome me back with a concert analysis.

tonight was a kill for the kingdom show. if you remember the homeboy, you remember a lot. too much. you have a hit on you as we speak. you will be tracked down be an angry woman in a new ((to her)) bicicleta.

step one: welcome me back.

step two: concert analysis.

BAND #1: THE DESCENDANTS

i think the drummer for the descendants is a mediocre musician so far but might be naked... it's more comfortable for everyone that way.

guitarist wears berkenstocks, bassist shined his dress shoes, drummer is naked, texas metal at its second best.

the lead singer violently threw his water bottle to the stage floor. this song means business. wait... are those PAisTe cymbals?

i was sooo over these guys before they even began.

i want to pat them each on the head and send them back to the garage they came from.

"do you guys want more?" 3/50 said yes. it was a girl-haired dictatorship. put your scrunchies back in and get off stage.

BAND #2: SILVER TONGUE DEVIL

singer: starts with an epic monologue holding a staff and wearing gauntlets. welcome to Metal. Capital M.

guitar 1: camouflage shorts and a UNT accounting fraternity t-shirt.

guitar 2: camouflage pants.

sound check: decent. it starts.

((i hope my boyfriend doesn't own camouflage pants...))

if the tongue moves as fast as your drummer's singles, you must have happy ladies... despite the camouflage pants.

"if you don't like what you've heard, YOUR MOTHER SUCKS DONGS IN HEEEEELLLLLLLL!!!!!"

BAND #3: KILL FOR THE KINGDOM

have i told you that i love you?

this is why i can only go to sooo many metal shows...

((love everyone))

2010-08-11T14:24:00.003-05:00

welcome back, how do you feel about horse puns?

final score:

mengtar 26
aax 20

mengtar said:

well then i will call you when i get home. it'll be great. neighther of us will remember. i don't know why i spelled it like that. we"ll call it horseplay on words... puntastic.

aax said:

good thing we're in a stable relationship, otherwise these puns you've saddled me with might be a hurdle.

mengtar said:

wow. outpunned. outpunned by the government. don't bridle me with all this responsibility.

aax said:

i guess i just needed some sleep deprivation to stirup some creativity. that's my mane theory. i'll hoof it over there for my prize.

mengtar said:

hurry up and you might catch the tail end of it. you oat it to me anyway... hay! where'd you go?

aax said:

stop foaling around. i'm trying to work. do i seem like more of a stud when i make puns with you?

mengtar said:

i just really want you to be here with me. pony up the dough and visit me!

aax said:

i didn't know if you were out or if you were stallion.

mengtar said:

i'm still out on the town, just gallopvanting around. can i ask you an equestrian?

aax said:

crappaloosa. i was saving "pony up".

mengtar said:

jockeys or boxers? sorry, i can't continue with this conversation. i mustang with my friends. please don't blow up like an arabian.

aax said:

okay, these are getting a little hairy.

mengtar said:

it's so loud in here that my voice is getting horse from all this texting. that's a stretch.

aax said:

canter we do better?

mengtar said:

that was pretty bad. i might have to put you down for that one...

aax said:

sorry, i'm trailing off.

mengtar said:

i hope you don't give me the colt shoulder later. hold on, we're stopping for food. i need some seabiscuits.

aax said:

bring me some chipotle with pinto beans and all is forgiven.

mengtar said:

they're called shetlands, that's horseshoe!

aax said:

seabiscuits are a quarterhorse apiece.

mengtar said:

i tried calling you at work, but your secretariate wouldn't answer. derby an asshole! that pun sucked, but i'll love you furlong time. i'll love you furlong time, but i'm worried about your track record. i have enough horsepower to go all night!

aax said:

fuck you. i was just using furlong.

mengtar said:

that last one was pretty good, i need to chomp on this a bit.

aax said:

let's do it. i'm hot to trot. (that one was a little lame)

mengtar said:

there were soo many crazywhores out tonight...

aax said:

that's a native american pun!

mengtar said:

there's not enough glue to hold that pun together.

aax said:

i was going to pick up milk on my way home, but they didn't have any that was pastureized. seriously though, your puns are getting out there. reign it in a little.

mengtar said:

if you can't come down here soon, can i caballo a ticket?

aax said:

i don't know what that one means. are you just feeding me bull crop?

mengtar said:

check your translator.

aax said:

okay, that's not farrier.

2010-03-30T02:15:00.001-05:00

what a productive day:

didn't puke during my exam
took a recovery nap
made 24 paper cranes
washed my sheets
showered
late-night home-cooked meal with k-hox
made another paper crane
hung up the scissors

look out, world!

((i think my foot is swollen))

2010-03-27T00:55:00.005-05:00

fuck. there are a couple coffeehome assholes annoying me with groundbreaking save the world business. try seed patents, you fucking hippie. that's where it starts.

on my way to the bar last night, i almost hit a dog. but it's okay, because someone else already did.

meet princess mingo post bath-and-a-haircut.

lx says she's a schnauzer. i nodded.

after removing the rope from around her neck and all of her knots and mattes and facial blood from her hair.... she looks much more charming.

she can sit and shake. neither barks nor minds baths and grooming.

any takers?

((despite this photo, i promise, she's not ACTUALLY a ghost-dog))

2010-03-05T22:11:00.001-06:00

i have been avoiding dates with theoriginalax for quite some time now. i typically run into him at a bar once a week, we schedule for friday night, and then i quickly make plans with someone else.

tonight is no different.

i have been called on official duty to mAx's to help finish the keg from his party. i dont have a choice but to accept the honor of being able to compete in these drinking game olympics.

i'm sorry, theoriginalax, duty called. it's out of my hands.

2010-03-05T22:06:00.001-06:00

so i just left the union building. i was there to print a paper. i had forgotten my flash drive at home, so i just emailed it myself and figured i could quickly reformat it before printing.

worst.reformat.ofmylife.

at home, i still use windows 97 or something. i still exit to dos. and i still have to write a code every time i open a program.

also, it may be important to know that you are not allowed much time on these computers. you are allowed to upload, review, and print.

so... hypothetically... if the print store only uses microsoft turbo office from 2046, coincidentally the same year as the invention of the radiation vaccine, and it takes me 15 minutes to figure out how to double-space... i may or may not have drawn some attention...

update: i was scolded.

2010-03-05T12:06:00.002-06:00

this is the mayor of waffle house. i am his public relations representative. any questions you may have regarding his political platforms can be directed to me.

i was sent home from work by jx for having a small stain on the shoulder of my shirt. i was told to go to wal-mart to buy a new shirt. instead i drove home, splashed some bleach on it, had a beer, checked the mail, took a poop, and returned.

jx, don't even think that the mayor isn't going to find out about this.

with only 8 minutes of hot water in my shower, i haven't shaved... a thing... in the two months i've lived in this apartment... i tried yesterday. after the necessary washings, i was left with enough hot water to shave one leg with an old razor. it's really pretty difficult to tell the difference.

thanks to k-hox, we are no longer allowed to play darts at hooligans. and thanks to me, we are no longer allowed in most other bars for fear of running into boys i'd rather not see but will undoubtedly insist on conversation. we're going out again tonight. great.

2010-03-01T01:29:00.002-06:00

Actual questions and answers for my Texas State Government homework:

3. Find the list of items prohibited from air travel in the domestic United States. Select five of your favorites and list them here:

Meat Cleavers
Swords
Cricket Bats
Spear Guns
Ice Axes

4. Take two of these items and attempt to explain the logic behind banning them. It might prove useful to compare and contrast two different banned or approved items, or rely upon the explanations regarding liquid bans in your answer.

Meat cleavers are banned from airplanes, as opposed to nail clippers, because they could be used for bloody massacres much more easily than their miniature counterparts. Cricket bats are banned from airplanes, because nobody plays that game in the domestic United States. Anyone carrying said bat would obviously be using it as a blunt instrument of violence.

((welcome to college))

2010-02-24T23:55:00.005-06:00

hi. hello.

k-hox, mAx, and i drinkdrankdrunk at 8ball last night which was followed by a verbal ((not oral)) love-fest of us gushing over how much we love our dogs.

NOOOO I LOVE YOOOUUURRRR DOGS MORE!!

STETSON IS ONLY SOORT OF RETARDEED I'M DRUNK BLEAEERRRRGHHHHHH

k-hox said:

wow, we might as well have been rolling last night.

no pool, but 2 never-ending games of darts and a celebrity double-bull shot from ktrix.

k-trix grabbed a dart, said:

what are you shooting for?

mengtar said:

bulls, 16 and 17.

k-trix shoots double bull, said:

yeah, i play some darts.

have you met stetson? allow me to continue gushing about my dog.

ahem.

the lament of stetson:

((fin))

this is typically such an un-chatty place. preferably un-chatty.

until this afternoon. fucking everyone.

didn't i just see you at the rec?

no, i sweat this much at all times.

i had to wash my hands three times to get the paint from under my nails.

i'm sorry, were we having a prior conversation?

can you watch this while i stand over here?

no one is going to steal your ugly art project! take your tissue paper and smelly tempera paint out of my coffee shop and out of my life!

2010-02-22T09:04:00.003-06:00

mengtar said:

how would you like your steak cooked?

guestx said:

what?

mengtar said:

i'll put you down for "strategically." think you can handle that?

2010-02-13T14:26:00.001-06:00

sometimes it becomes difficult to keep up with friends, school work, or social obligations. but you know it's bad when you can no longer keep up with your own body hair.

does anyone else get a high from nasal spray? i'm rocking big mike's for this post-bar evening-morning and i wish i had brought it with me for less than healthy reasons.

i'm sitting at a very wobbly table. you know the kind. i rest my arms on it and the stranger across the table shoots me a "why did you invade my space" type of glare. honestly, i didn't even ask. he's sitting next to the only available outlet that doesn't catch the draft every time the door swings open. i've been here too many times. i know these things. but i've been typing too heavy and quickly and he won't stop staring in an "i might pull my .22" sort of way... i'm going to go to the bathroom and when i return my things will either be smashed or lonely.

welcome to post-bar denton.

2010-02-07T02:53:00.004-06:00

friday, it was mentioned within an hour of the start of the day, and i unintentionally ignored it until the following morning.

my only thought on saturday was, "that wasn't bad, a passing day like any other."

now two days later, out in public surrounded by routine and familiarity, it punches me in the face.

two years later: kyle, i still love you.

i'll be outside smoking in the dark, so no one can see me cry.

2010-02-01T22:00:00.003-06:00

i wanted to start this post with a title, but i'm not sure what it would have been... the hippie dialogues? my evening ((or so)) with a hippie?

friday evening was one like any other. drinks with co-workers and whathaveyou, until i received a telephone call from an unfortunate hippie that i had sworn off upon the discovery of his age: 36, employment: un, and living situation: with dad. no, no, and no.

however, after several weeks of dodging voicemails and social scenes, he calls with materials of bribery. i am not above taking bribes.

so we hang out with his hippie friends in their hippie house and engage in activities such as drinking, shadow dancing, and snowball fights.

post-party we make it back to my apartment, but, before any late-night activities ensue, he proceeds to vomit... everywhere. i woke up to him puking all over my bathroom. i woke up to him puking all over my kitchen sink. i woke up to him puking in my roommate's bathroom ((which is across the apartment, though i have a bathroom attached to the bedroom we are both sleeping in)).

bitch, you're 36! pull yourself together!

i'm not used to my tricks still being over the following morning, so i tried a scheme introduced to me by a co-worker... t-wex. ((sound it out; how adorable is that?))

mengtar said:

((ready to go, in work uniform, apron, and all))
alright, well i have to work at 11 ((lie)), so i should probably bring you back to your car...

worthlesshippiex said:

i don't think i can handle a car-ride right now.

mengtar said:

well... you're going to have to.

worthlesshippiex said:

bleeaauuuurrghhhhh..... ((runs to the bathroom, catching puke in his hands and shirt along the way))

((le sigh))

after this, i am forced to fake-call in sick to work. i've never called in sick to work, let alone FAKE-called in sick to work.

fucking hippies.

an hour or so goes by and my friends are slowly figuring out how desperate i am to get out of this painfully awkward situation of baby sitting a grown man. someone my dad's age... had my dad had a child at age twelve... okay, well at least someone of the age that my dad might hang out with. whatever. k-bitchx calls and invites me to lunch at noon.

immediately before our lunch date, i have the EXACT same conversation with the hippie, and he again proceeds running to the bathroom catching vomit in his hands, beard, and chest hair.

i can't even handle this.

((exit mengtar.))

((enter mengtar at mr. chopstix, a local hippie chinese food restaurant))

k-bitchx said:

well, of course he's unemployed! he's a hippie! what did you expect?

mengtar said:

what?!?? we're at chopstix! look at all of these employed hippies! paying their income taxes like champs! this is the hippie employment epicenter!

post-lunch i am forced to avoid my apartment at ALL costs. this includes bribing the infamous homeboy with a mocha shake with peanut butter into entering ground zero/hippie cove to gather my necessities.

homeboy said:

okay, so what all do you need me to grab?

mengtar said:

uhh... let me make you a list...
((pulls out ONE crumpled post-it note from her coat pocket, seemingly saved for JUST the occasion...))
hair-straigtener, hair product, face wash, pumas.... phone charger...

homeboy said:

where is the phone charger?

mengtar said:

uhh... it's plugged into the wall... on the other side of the bed... okay, that one is optional.

((LOVE))

here's a lull in the story. boreboreboreboreboreborebore...

((enter mengtar in dallas, 11pmish, with t-wex and company))

worthlesshippiex said:

so, i'm still at your apartment and i'm starting to worry...

drunklor mengtar said:

go home!

t-wex said:

this is mengtar's landlord, and, unless you plan on paying january's rent, you should exit the premises, or the local authorities will be contacted. that's right! the denton po-po, bitch!

worthlesshippiex said:

i already walked home after the fucked up texts, didn't want to leave the door unlocked. guess i didn't expect you to leave me there all day. thanks a lot.

le sigh... what the fuck did you want me to do? wait around for you to stop puking all over my apartment? meanwhile, i was buying stock in febreze and 409 spray-foam carpet cleaner. get.the.fuck.out!

lesson of the weekend: never invite hippies over, unless you plan on housing them ((rudely or not)) for at least 24 hours.

((fucking hippies))

2010-01-29T07:08:00.003-06:00

i will open with a bold statement:

coffee shops need printers.

let's continue with an incomplete list of things i may or may not have done:

i furnished my apartment for under $60.
my desk consists of a doctor's office chair and a filing cabinet.
i have read too many books this week, and don't expect this frantic feeling to cease until the end of the semester.
i live in an apartment where i have new and different things to worry about. here is an incomplete list within an already incomplete list of new and different things i worry about in my apartment:
i don't have to worry about trash day.
i do have to worry about pet sweeps.
i steal internet that only works sometimes.
stolen internet is totally worth it.
i don't have a back yard to let the dogs run.
i do have a front patio for eating lo mein on a recliner.
end: incomplete list within an incomplete list
i used my tax refund responsibly... so far.
i discovered a beautiful thing: $6 endless mimosas: sunday funday is now followed by adderol monday.

Meet Achiwa.

2010-01-25T12:28:00.001-06:00

READ: An Exceptionally Difficult Class

January 24, 2010 1:38 PM

All:

All registrants should know that ENGL 4800 will be an exceptionally difficult class. We will cover some of the toughest poetry written in English as well as a number of Classical antecedents that demand intense focus and benefit from prior exposure. The pace will be brisk, and the lectures and discussions will be pitched "to the top of the class." If you are carrying an "A" average in ENGL and humanities classes, and if you realize going in that you'll need to work hard from Day One, you should be fine. If you're carrying a "B" average in ENGL and humanities course, you should be prepared to work harder than you've previously worked in an ENGL class--and you should realize that your average may take a beating. If you're carrying a "C" average or lower in ENGL and humanities classes, I suggest strongly that you drop this class, ASAP.

Be smart and be sensible. Thanks for listening.

((uh-oh))

2010-01-09T00:30:00.012-06:00

do you have 45 minutes? how have you been? i don't care. back to me.

everything here is pre-nye. good luck. i've only given you 24 years. stop being so selfish.

i started going to hippie parties with my former and elder roommate lx. apparently when you bring someone that is a non-hippie, offensive, drunk, and under 30 years old, your popularity goes up 6 fold.

but these gigs are very hippie. discussing the bourgeoisie of seeds. owning the patent of seeds. copyrighting seeds. and keeping the origins of seeds secret. i didn't really understand it. ask your local hippie if you have 2 hours to spare. no one will talk about it here after the great hippie seed dispute of 2009...

driving home i saw 5 turkeys in my neighbors yard. they started eating some roadkill. then i realized they were actually vultures and that i'm retarded.

i moved out of dx's house. he's the only one i miss of the three. how can you dislike someone with friends this adorable?

i had some disagreements with a guy i was infanatically hopeful about. shortly before i left for xmas, we got into a heated argument over toilet paper and slammed doors. neither of which were present. needless to say, that tie has been cut, contact was made only to retrieve my obnoxiously orange hat. ((also read: no more tj's pizza, art fusion, or rubber gloves at all for that matter... le sigh))

made it back to the north country for the holidays. an awkward mix of pleasant and obnoxious. but far from pleasantly obnoxious. that's how i describe texas. being home is always a weird mix of guilt and inadequacy. though i don't feel it's uncommon, it doesn't make it easy.

i caught roughly ten thousand crappes... kept five. you're welcome, rice, minnesota.

and a big 'ol hug and thanks and love to dadx for being in charge of the baiting and filleting. that's boy work.

and an overdue reunion with the now-sober... sorta cxpx. we traded hats. i don't know.

cxpx picked up some dirty cross-dressing habits down in south padre.

the xmas loot was bountiful and also involved the awarding of the 2o09 pumpkin carving contest victor! this prestigious award is passed from the incumbent to the victor in as willing or unvoluntary manner as seen fit...

i revived my gayness for delis. maple chicken with pepperjack cheese on whole wheat jewish seeded rye... le sigh...

i'm about as gay for those deli sandwiches as i was for that spec of rainbow left of the sun.

started liking-but-far-from-seeing best friend's old roommate s-ox.... okay so we drunk-cuddled on like 4 different couches... a more awkward situation than the early homeboy phase. okay, i should bail now. i get it.
UPDATE:: he's 36 and lives with his dad. BAIL!

and this is me now. strung-out, long-haired, and fat-faced. it's all rosy skies and blue tomorrows from here.

what?

2009-10-30T05:21:00.003-05:00

textbook humor:

"If you stood in direct sunlight on Mercury, you would hear your spacesuit's cooling system cranking up to top speed as it tried to keep you cool. Daytime temperatures can exceed 800F.... If you stepped into shadow on Mercury or took a walk at night, with no atmosphere to distribute heat, your spacesuit heaters would strufflt to keep you warm. The surface can cool to -280F. Nights on Mercury are bitter cold. Don't go to Mercury in a cheap spacesuit."

Seeds, Michael A. The Solar System. 6th ed. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

thanks for the advice.

2009-10-30T02:11:00.003-05:00

tx is an artist and poet.

he and i frequent all of denton's coffee houses.

coffee homes.

we always hug, but rarely speak. it's a nice relationship we have. despite our lack of socializing, we typically share a table. i pretend not to notice that he sings under his breathe... but i like it.

quite comforting for such a chaotic night.

coffee homes. how nice.

2009-10-28T12:02:00.008-05:00

dear jason lee,
why would you ever leave me? i forgive you, but never do it again. come back, so we can rekindle our love.
love, mengtar.

ps... i saw jason lee.

in other news, i have officially escaped the icy grip of business calculus.

i'm home between classes drinking beer and eating cheese. the only other thing in the house is moldy bread, spoiled milk, and 4-day old red wine. this is my best bet at a well-balanced meal. diverse, albeit.

((not mine... but i need to start painting again))

momx had a birthday on friday. i made her a birthday cake. then ate it. we all loved it.

more fun with dogs!!!!!

i've been listening to a lot of npr, i'd tell you my favorite part, but my roommate is in his room yelling in a british accent. this is not out of the ordinary. this morning i heard another roommate "pleasing himself" in the shower. moaning and an "oh, you dirty thing" and disgusting and i almost threw up. i showed up to class 20 minutes early so i wouldn't have to look at him when he got out of the shower. no eye contact for a month.

TOMATO SOUP!

the beer is out of shot... don't worry.

2009-10-12T11:02:00.002-05:00

this whimsical wonder is sitting behind the new coffee shop on fry street that i drunk applied for a job last week. i'm not sure if it's a hookah, furnace, or a lamp.

yeah, i'd say that i'm a pretty suite eff. haha. get it? whatever. you don't get it.

remember these guys?

from the cold war missile base? pretty awesome. lizards and skulls.

for life.

so mnax mailed me an unknown card/letter/package last week... i vaguely recall receiving a text message from him asking my current address. and i even more vaguely may or may not remember returning the text...

but i apparently did...

but that didn't stop him from sending my unknown card/letter/package to my brooklake address rather than the current...

guess i won't be getting that one...

nah, i'm scheming up a break-in.

and welcome back to town Consider the Source!

this is actually Little Big Horn, with Gabe the double-necker from CtS... but all is well. amazing show by both bands.

is it bballa in here, or is it just me?

2009-10-07T01:48:00.010-05:00

my new hobby is neglecting my writing and making ten thousand drafts and never finalizing, reviewing, editing, or POSTING any of them... but here is an incomplete list of things i've done...

i found a snail on my patio. hello, my new friend. i almost captured him to put in a jar with a stick and a leaf... but i already cannot afford to feed the pets that i have let alone myself... so my apologies, dear comrade, but you must remain feral. alas, the recession remains.

that felt like poetry.

ingredients for wild rice hotdish... caffeine, beer, and a magical recipe box.

who needs clean dishes?

i prefer the smell-check anyway.

i call this segment, "cutting onions: remix"

fin.

i'm currently laying in bed at 5am after a sleepless night listening to my 30-year-old roommate throw up in my bathroom... this is why i don't shower daily.

mushroom fields forever

my vomit-witholding roommates didn't approve of the praying mantis sanctuary in the kitchen... so he was released to the wild.

2009-09-15T07:32:00.003-05:00

doing astronomy homework:

"One reason astronomers object to astrology is that it has no link to the physical world. For example, precession has moved the constellations so that they no longer match the zodiacal signs. Whatever sign you were "born under," the sun was probably in the previous zodiacal constellation. In fact, if you were born on or between November 30 and December 17, the sun was passing through a corner of the nonzodiacal sign.*"

((following the asterisk, you can find this at the bottom of the page))

"*The author of this book was born on December 14 and thus has no astrological sign. An astronomer friend claims that the author must therefore have no personality."

--Michael A. Seeds. The Solar System. 6th ed. p 26. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

2009-09-14T03:17:00.009-05:00

hello good bye and back again.

with the exception of the Great Airport Fiasco of 2009, my trip to minnesota was a success.

this fucking bitch made me cry at the check-in counter. waving her arms in the air and pionting her finger in my face because i wanted to get off in minneapolis and ditch my connecting flight to st. cloud.

doesn't she realize that pictures of then was playing at uptown bar? hadn't she seen my cute outfit? lady, yesterday was haircut day and you DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE! never flying northwest/delta again. ever.

i now fly strictly korean air. i hear each plane has a spa.

but i eventually made it to minneapolis after several rain and storm delays.

and i eventually made it to uptown after several directional errors.

and pictures of then eventually went on stage after several slot-swaps and extra bands that were only okay if you don't pay a cover and the drinks are free and they're sucking your dick at the same time...

amazing. love them... plus they're cute.

i swear, momx is cute too... see?

cute. cute. cute. what's that, tx? run away to minneapolis with you so we can take long walks around lake calhoun at sunset and wear curious-vintage outfits of vests and boots?

only if cx can be there too... naked...

i swear, this was a MUCH better idea at the time... i had plans in my drunken taco-craving little head. also, i'm adorable.

we rock-starred it to st. cloud that night because i wanted to wake up at "home"... i'm a stubborn drunk. but didn't even know i missed waking up to the fog. how lovely.

momx has a way of gardening that makes our backyard THE most charming place in the world. you just want to get lost in like the movie FERN GULLY. so whimsical.

there was also my cousin's wedding, but all of the pictures are too drunken for words... except my dress. tell me you love me.

we stayed in hibbing ((birthplace of bob dylan and moi!)) at grammax's house where i have dew-feet.

look at these two! they must be friends.

this hill was a mountain when i was 5, i swear it! grammax would yell at us for rolling down it. then she would tell us to come inside and let us eat as many cookies as we wanted. but they weren't very good so it was usually one or two...

also everything in grammax's house is circa 1970 or earlier.

exhibit a:

exhibit b:

((love you, dadx))

2009-09-11T03:24:00.004-05:00

i'm not sure which is harder, maintaining quality friendships that don't quite fit, or taking trips requiring a ride to the airport.

or maybe obtaining air conditioning into the upstairs bedroom of your 1960's house in a texas-august.

le sigh...

despite the stressors of friends bailing for airport rides ((again)) and doggie-care for the duration of my trek to the mother-land, it is still haircut day. and hair cut day was definitely a success.

i need a new screening process for people i willingly spend time with on a near-daily basis.

but what are friendships beyond excessive reliability and a handful of one-liner inside jokes?

not that i'm one to talk. i like to blame it on past experiences, but i'm really just a shady person.

i will ignore your calls.

i won't return your text messages.

i will bail on your parties... even if they're at my house.

i will fuck your boyfriend.

i will steal your drugs.

let's not even talk about guitars.

i rarely grow sick of denton and never get homesick... until that plane ticket is in my hand... and i realize that my airport ride isn't going to show...

despite the strength of any friendships.

it all comes down to...

the airplane ride.

((i hate airplane rides))

2009-09-10T02:24:00.004-05:00

UGH!!! twitter won't even work from my phone right now and i have no idea what to do with myself!

in important news: today is haircut day. a very important day. the thought of this day has been the forefront of my mind for months. and it has finally arrived. t minus 3.5 hours to being mop-head free.

and check out those massive bags under my eyes. morning, sunshine! funny seeing you at this hour.

you're welcome.

2009-09-05T02:39:00.002-05:00

last night, the locks on our house stopped working... well, more the keys than the locks...

so now i'm sitting in my unlocked and open house watching larry king interview a former member of the manson family...

alonealonealone

2009-09-01T03:04:00.002-05:00

8/22 yahoo! crossword: 51. across: central minnesota city on the missippi: STCLOUD.

holla!

also, i have a pool table and a hairless rat... how do you like me now!??

2009-08-22T06:16:00.002-05:00

fuck. i went to a party. i gave some drunks a ride home. i made out with a dude on the balcony while his girlfriend was asleep just inside the door. i'm not sure what happened after that, but it's six am and i have a guitar and i'm hungry.

do i learn to play it or sell it for food?

2009-08-21T13:18:00.012-05:00

step back in time with me:

((vogue))

cx out-accessorized me by at least 5.

if we were in a fight on facebook's sorority life, she would have won, dealt critical attacks, and taken $8000. what a bitch.

i went to karaoke instead of watching cx walk out of the bar nekkid. now who's the bitch?

is that an authentic barack obama commemorative plate?

yes, yes it is.

poor marley had his balls chopped off.

and now we bring you my "dear diary" awkward and embarrassing moments. lucky you.

i've had a crush on a particular door guy for... about a year. and while i frequent his bar, our conversations were limited to music, general rocking, and the occasional drunken hug. also, he was there when my dad read me the night before christmas last christmas eve. more random than awkward.

he called and we hung out last week and i basically fell in love with him... which doesn't say much, as i could fall in love every day if i only had the time. then comes my epic downfall... as a complete bitch and an internet junkie, i need to update my twitter with a pros/cons list about the events of the evening... but instead of texting it twitter, it was sent directly to him...

dear seventeen magazine,
i was soo embarrassed!
love, mengtar

but he still calls a week later to tell me that his band is playing the next night. band was great, except for the whole his-drummer-is-my-ex-fiance thing... that was awkward. i found some old friends and we all hid downstairs.

i won't be hearing from him in... umm... ever.

this is our "is that a pecan tree?" pose. are you buying it?

ART FUSION! this is shep as a van gogh!

meet jx.

jx is a regular at rubber gloves and usually needs a ride home by the time the night is done. he used to be a pro-skater, but then he went crazy.

now he is OCD and will only wear red shoes... vans to be precise.

he gave me a tour of his house, and walked around telling crazy stories, none of which i remember. he probably thought i was just as insane running around his house asking about different paintings and trinkets and snapping ten thousand photos. i'm over it.

he had a million music devices. i never really asked if he played any of them or if they were just there...

or if he records or whatever.

i'm over it.

i felt like we should have been listening to old time radio. feel-good public addresses by fdr.

i like throwing peace signs in every photo i take... i'm not sure it's really working for me though.

i don't remember his dog's name, but it had something to do with star wars... jx continually referred to him as being the only black man in the universe... but i don't remember any black people in star wars. told ya, crazy.

i'm over that too.

adieu.

2009-07-25T13:41:00.003-05:00

don't worry about the format... and i think the winners are:

rink venture
eventual rink err
run less rat-like

kx said:

I NEED YOUR HALP

mengtar said:

again?

kx said:

Yeahh

mengtar said:

does it involve photos? because i just got back from running...

kx said:

I need a new screen name

and I can't think of anything. I don't want to to have my name in it, but i want to it be kind of short and catchy... like LiveLavaLive. that is catchy. GO! ;] ...oh, you didn't hear me... GO!

mengtar said:

i'll come up with a good anagram

kx said:

Amy says I should use the word tact

mengtar said:

never nutrik... baahahahaha

kx said:

oh... okay

mengtar said:

i like anagrams. my blog alias is an anagram

kx said:

NUTRIK?

mengtar said:

it's a work in progress....

kx said:

okay. Don't stop working... :D

mengtar said:

veer rink nut. like... "Veer, Rink-nut!" first, you would have to start calling people rink-nut...

kx said:

I am looking for something a little more immediate. think... seth cohen

mengtar said:

venture rink. rink venture. what's your middle name

kx said:

mengtar said:

who the fuck is seth cohen?

kx said:

i dont wantttto use that. OC BABY!

mengtar said:

BAAAAAHAHAHAHA... sorry... eventual rink err! hahahaha that's fun

kx said:

Sometimes I feel like you don't take into consideration anything I say... and simply go on talking about whatever you want for selfish pleasure.
Love, kx. hahaha

mengtar said:

wow... like a book. lurk Neaten River. let's pretend there's a neaten river. ever-lankier runt! never run ratlike!

kx said:

im pretty sure these words could possible get me forever kicked off of youtube

mengtar said:

what?

kx said:

who knows

mengtar said:

that doesn't even make sense.

kx said:

i have to go to hooby oloobby -.- bye

2009-07-23T04:04:00.006-05:00

broadcasting LIVE from my newly internetted and cabled abode!

verizon hooked us up monday afternoon... ari consumed some vital pieces of the remote control by monday evening...

le sigh...

luckily, the lady at the verizon plus store gave me two additional complimentary remotes... in case it happens again... apparently these sorts of things happen quite frequently.

so excellent. two free remotes. my new roommates won't kill me... now how to program it...

no! i don't need help... it's obvious... that i have it... or will get it soon... whatever.

and now for my photo tour! welcome to 1704 denton, tx!

k-hox said:

we should hang our leashes next to eachother.

mengtar said:

okay.

k-hox said:

you know, because that would just be cute.

later we made soup together and hung my paintings.

ari, some days you are more work than pleasure.

twu called me...

twu said:

mengtar, i'm happy to tell you that we have accepted your application! do you have any questions for me?

mengtar said:

yes... now what? what do i do? whom do i contact?

twu said:

let me give you some contacts. do you have a pen?

mengtar said:

yes... umm... i can grab one... but just so you know, there is a band practicing in my living room...

i was supposed to clean my room for the rest of the photo-tour, but... well... didn't. so this is the end of your tour. i charge you 3 tokens.

shalom, my boisterous friend! you will likely meet an untimely death soon. if ari, doesn't eat you, please don't leave your shell on the wall, it kind of creeps me out...

fire ants? no problem! especially if you have a giant upside down clay pot! sweet, thanks.

ari, we are going on 5am, please show them out.

2009-07-18T13:22:00.003-05:00

on the field... from la crrrrrosse, wiscooonsiinn... theee baaaluuuueeee starrrrss!!!!!

blue stars had a show in dallas last night, and i was lucky enough to be able to catch their show and rehearsal. beautiful things. there are three remaining members from when i marched... and it happens to be 75 per cent of the quad line. love love! and damn can they throw down!

also, we beat pr.

define:unstoppable force (n):

FCO!

2009-07-16T15:00:00.004-05:00

dear mengtar,
we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for the 2009 fall semester at the university of north texas.
love, mr. eagle.

about damn time.

a week of boys, bugs, and mostly chaos.

the wasp nests are gone, but have been replaced by fear factor cockroaches. my count is six, four being spotted in daylight. ew ew ew ew ew

i cope by trapping them under cups and calling for backup.

tanner escorted me to the bathroom after a spider the size of a watermelon ninja-ed about k-hox's balcony.

i have cyborg spiders holding me hostage in the back and buzzing kamikaze cicadas entrapping me in the front

meanwhile, i lost the charger to my camera battery ((again)), and the G1 can only half-capture the fear.

to escape the bountiful supply of household critters, your hero/refugee took ari to the dog park to relax into a book... where a squirrel taunted her with nut-shells. he hung acrobatically staring me down and dropping nuts on my face... my phone doesn't have a zoom... but he's there... on that one branch...

my drum corps and my baseball team are both in town this weekend and i can't afford to see either of them. if blue stars don't house in denton on monday, i'm busting up a starbucks.

monday is also the day i get INTERNET in the new house... the critter house... which means i can live-blog all of my excursions and you won't miss any tears or details or demeaning comments from my roommate about how i can't expect him to solve all of my insect problems because he needs to sleep because he has to be up early to go to his big-kid job even though i bleached his nasty refrigerator and cleaned the blood in the hallway and got rid of the ant colony in the kitchen and OH YEAH I'M NOT THE ONE THAT PISSED IN THE BROKEN TOILET!

((breathe))

2009-07-09T20:04:00.001-05:00

thorough assassination!!!! and repair?

2009-07-09T19:20:00.002-05:00

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.

2009-07-09T18:12:00.005-05:00

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.

2009-07-08T13:58:00.005-05:00

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.

2009-06-26T22:37:00.005-05:00

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!!!

2009-06-24T14:27:00.002-05:00

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.

2009-06-13T15:11:00.004-05:00

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.

2009-06-11T02:56:00.003-05:00

cannot wait to move.

((love))

2009-06-09T02:56:00.003-05:00

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.

2009-06-07T18:21:00.009-05:00

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:

2009-05-01T22:05:00.009-05:00

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!

2009-04-14T13:51:00.002-05:00

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.

2009-04-10T21:28:00.003-05:00

i don't see what the big deal is.

woody, LOOK OUT!

this happens to me every day.

2009-04-10T00:58:00.000-05:00

i got a B!

2009-04-06T23:56:00.002-05:00

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...

2009-04-05T03:34:00.008-05:00

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!

2009-04-02T19:37:00.002-05:00

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?

2009-04-01T22:59:00.003-05:00

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.

2009-03-31T00:31:00.003-05:00

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))

2009-03-26T12:13:00.002-05:00

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

good luck, fargo.

2009-03-24T13:35:00.004-05:00

happy birthday, homeboy.

rock on, r2x.

r2x said:

i really like your hat. is it corduroy?

mengtar said:

yeah.

r2x said:

awesome, can i see it?

((mengtar snaps photo))

((r2x throws down hat))

r2x said:

it's PURPLE??!!?

i took my parents to experience the fort worth stockyards. mildly interesting... mostly yawn. but momx did manage to lose herself for 20 minutes in the saltwater taffy orchard.

this baller shined momx's shoes for three bones. looked good as new.

then he told us a story about going to jail... welcome to fort worth.

my boots in the RIGHT SIZE should be in by thursday! i'm going to LIVE next to the mailbox. fuck class and assignments. it's boot day.

everyday at 11 and 4, they take the cows on a walk and explain to the tourists how it's just like the old cattle drives.

liars. i saw city slickers.

this shetland pony likes beer and drunk slobber kisses. trust me.

no one died, but the cows totally won the rodeo.

wait... i have an exam, a paper, and math ((ew)) due thursday. sorry boots. love love.

2009-03-24T02:59:00.003-05:00

muchas gracias, sterling cabernet sauvignon para making me happy!

with the return of school and a calmer self, i hope to integrate regular blogging. we will see how this works out in your favor.

i took my dog to three parks, two bars, and a starbucks.

i went on a non-date with sushi-guy. i made out with him for 30 seconds, touched his stomach ((over his shirt and prior to any contact with either party's unmentionables)), and he jizzed in his pants.

huh.

also, i later found out he is 36 ((not 27, which was my typically-accurate estimate)) and has a 10-year-old daughter.

this is after the immediate dismissal of the ultra-bipolar-pakistani that won't stop yelling.

le sigh.

do i take my chances with the filmmaker? i'll probably chicken out long before the option is presented.

homeboy had a birthday, which is apparently good reason to try sleeping with married girls. maybe you need a membership.

blogger won't upload my photos or i don't remember how.

both being equally plausible.

fuck this. blogger's photo shit sucks. i'm too drunkenly impatient to continue. good night.

also, that is my new transistor radio. five bones, kids!

2009-03-24T00:15:00.001-05:00

UGH!!!! i'll make a triumphant return when i'm done hating life.

for now, i need to drink, as i may be joining homeboy in the unemployment line soon.

2009-03-12T21:36:00.006-05:00

and these wonderfuls kept me from catching the FIRST CtS show on thursday. thanks, pin stripe twins.

me too!

an incomplete list of things i don't want to think about before pooping:

ground beef kabob sandwiches

an incomplete list of things i would rather think about while pooping:

facial expressions

lighting and exposure

inaudible farts

front to back

k-hox y gato. gato ensename bailar!

honk honk! this domesticized guy came straight to us. how captivitized! then he floated away when he realized we didn't remember to bring bread.

((selfish))

k-hox was skeptical of my park choice... until she saw that it has its own CASTLE!

also, this castle is made of arsenic. a small sign reminds the children to wash their hands. thanks, denton!

((marry me))

rock harder, i dare you.

these guys followed Consider the Source on thursday... the time i didn't see them. jerks.

when people have feet, it's like we're the same.

2009-03-12T15:05:00.007-05:00

pictures from Consider the Source? how outdated...

he couldn't help his fabio-hair from flowing with the wind. i will write a haiku about it later.

i can hear how amazing your music is by the look on your face.

your blond locks waving
the evening breeze twists as floor
boards dance under me

i brought this dorkus to the after-party and he was waay too excited about everything. obnoxious as hell and slightly embarassing. i threatened to lock him in the back seat of my focus until i was ready to leave.

i ran into superdx, my sushi guy! i visit him at royal east with k-hox regularly. he is the most knowledgable sushi guy in the world. and we party.

also, he was with this lessthanattractivecougarx... awkward? i'll ask him about it later. maybe he has low self-esteem.

consider the source, meet superdx. superdx, meet consider the source.

i interviewed a guy for working at the og yesterday...

intervieweex said:

i just moved here from houston.

mengtar said:

how do you like denton?

intervieweex said:

there are a lot of beards.

meet my bearded friends:

also, stux loves mitch hedberg and atmosphere and is taking me to vegas for my bday!

lovelovelove

and cjx allows his over-hyped friends to puke in dog-dishes, owns a personal water cooler, AND sports a beard!

welcome home jxsx!

2009-03-05T18:44:00.002-06:00

cartwheel induced leg injuries!

fruit induced finger injuries!

jxsx, welcome to texas! see you soon!

2009-03-04T22:09:00.002-06:00

k-hox said:

The academy is... is doing an acoustic show at the house of blues on march 29th. We're buying our tickets 2nite. Wanna come?

mengtar said:

yes. let me know how much and ill get you the money this week.

k-hox said:

Ten bucks. Haha. I'll buy it. Request off work now. I mean, i'll buy it on my debt it card and you can hit me back when you got it.

mengtar said:

love you.

khox said:

Love YOU

mengtar said:

i don't like it when you well. soft voices please. this is my sanctuary... i meant yell.

k-hox said:

I figured it out and i don't like when you tell me what to do.

mengtar said:

THERE! i just gave you a short-term silent treatment... how do you feel now? ... actually i forgot to bring my phone into the jupiter house bathroom. also, yahtzee!

k-hox said:

Haha. Your silences have no affect on me... actually, i'm crying on the inside.

mengtar said:

i'm pretending not to care that i hurt you...

k-hox said:

Tough love. Thats really why you went to the bathroom... so no one would see you cry.

mengtar said:

((i'm sorry))

k-hox said:

I never meant to yell. I just don't know how to express myself around you

mengtar said:

i'll try to be less vocally judgemental. i'll hold in my emotions until i take out all of our relationship issues on the next slut i attach myself to.

k-hox said:

Don't hold it in. You can just express it via sex

mengtar said:

thank god.

2009-03-04T01:45:00.000-06:00

also, i was talked into getting a twitter...

soo...

i'm not really sure what that means.

do what you will with that information.

2009-03-03T20:32:00.004-06:00

tony romo and i play at the same indoor soccer facility. huh...

cleaning outfit.

extravagant dinner outfit. the difference is in the booty.

why, hello. you must be friends!

an incomplete list of reasons i suck this semester:

quarters at the nx/k-hox residence

justice league

peanut butter jelly time

bad influences

2009-02-27T01:05:00.003-06:00

dear mr. whitmore,

we all understand ben is the evil one and you are just selfish. apparently your multi-billion dollars isn't enough. you need a magic island too??! where's my cut?

love, mengtar

p.s. don't stop.

2009-02-26T21:11:00.005-06:00

i felt a post-sushi culinary inspiration.

everyone has to make a sacrifice.

((too soon?))

2009-02-26T20:53:00.006-06:00

keep guard, my squinty friend.

gifts for moi?

why hello, pretentious!

i found out fryes typically run over a size small. how tragic. but thank you zappos! for no shipping charges! i will see you in another week...

i woke up from a nap and realized that i had slept through my sushi-date with vx. cx and kx were leaving the house for royal east. checked my phone in the car to find yet another sushi offer... dang, kids!

((don't tell k-hox))

2009-02-26T00:18:00.004-06:00

ohemgee is that eminem?

pre-makeout rampage that i have yet to recall.

pictured left: drunklor and sleepy.
pictured right: hungoverlor and almost late to work.

yes, bobby, i'll have a medium triple soy mocha. no thanks on the whip cream. you have a great day too.

2009-02-24T17:53:00.006-06:00

these gems were found in the rubble of forgotten photos in the brokencameramemorycard.

justice league

friends don't let friends fail ua's.

i'm noticeably over five pounds skinnier in these pictures... fucking shiner and momx's xmas recipe box.

pictured left: drunklor mengtar
pictured right: restraining order in ugly wallpaper shirt

salude, sir!

2009-02-24T17:26:00.005-06:00

i spent most of yesterday stimulating the economy with shameless self-indulgences. you're welcome for the jobs.

4-5 business days can't come soon enough!

i returned from class to have these lovelies smiling at me.

why hello, my floral reef!

also, i LOVE my new camera! i stayed up until 5am reading the manual... because i'm awesome.

and now that i've dug up my 512 memory card, i can play with more than 5 pictures at a time!

2009-02-19T16:10:00.004-06:00

i'm exhausted and hungry and smelly. i don't even know where to begin prioritizing.

i guess i'll practice my boggle.

2009-02-18T23:05:00.004-06:00

there's an old man that i regularly chatitupwith at jupiter house that writes sex novels and makes leather jewelry. he just talked me through my entire speech on universal healthcare.

minnesotaax made me the titlepage to my powerpoint:

maybe this semester will be a success.

2009-02-12T12:40:00.002-06:00

oh no! the cute guy that caught me staring at him 6 times in 45 seconds is here! and he's sitting two rows in front of me again!

((don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook))

2009-02-12T03:35:00.004-06:00

an incomplete list of mistakes i made making banana bread:

forgot to buy chocolate chips. replaced with cinnamon. meh.

doubled the amount of bananas thinking it wouldn't make a difference. guess it does.

while waiting for the entire interior of banana mush to solidify, i forgot it was still in the oven... fucking adult swim...

filled up on sandwiches beforehand, no room for burned/mushy banana bread.

also, i was supposed to be studying and writing a rough draft.

2009-02-11T14:04:00.002-06:00

i assumed the waterheaterfixer would be here in the morning and that the shower would be working fineanddandy when i returned from my run.

i was wrong.

2009-02-10T19:06:00.003-06:00

my awesome day:

attempted the shortcut to school and got stuck behind a schoolbus. ((move back three spaces))

naivity isnt' a word... but i used it eight times in the paper i turned in today. ((lose a turn))

i'm having difficulties sitting in class for more than ten minutes. i think i'll bring an atlas next week so i have something to look at. i'll plan extravagant road trips to everyone's house.

2009-02-10T12:36:00.003-06:00

i let the jupiter house barista talk me into veggie cream cheese instead of sundried tomato cream cheese for my onion bagel... it tastes like cole slaw

but he's wearing a floral apron. i can't complain.

2009-02-08T15:26:00.003-06:00

if i'm jupiter house AND being productive, i like listening to bolero on repeat...

((heart)) jeff queen

2009-02-08T02:29:00.004-06:00

i drove past your old apartment and had a cigarette in the stairwell. ((i miss you))

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY... ((give me a hug)) :-(

my state of mind mixes hangover and disbelief.

rest in peace, kyle turner.

((love and miss you))

2009-02-06T04:04:00.002-06:00

tonight i bid adieu to the most amazing beard i will ever encounter...

((clarification: the beard is on a boy. not on me))

i got my tax rebate. tomorrow is camera day. i hope this insomnia subsides or keeps up so i can thoroughly enjoy it.

also, for lunch i had 4 beers and a lunchable.

2009-02-05T02:22:00.003-06:00

i'm almost done with my homework and i've yet to throw up that last gallon of coffee...

my dear caffeine, don't fail me now!

2009-02-05T00:25:00.003-06:00

i hate HATE when i step outside to enjoy a cigarette and there are people standing obnoxiously close having annoying conversation. just make out already so i don't have to hear your mentally-handicapped giggles and snorts.

why can't i just run everyone's life according to my own terms?

((because everyone would be a stuttering, alcoholic, unshowered mess. that's why))

update: the guy that turned around to see me staring at him six times looked back at my computernotebookeverything-sprawl after packing up... i imagined him being disappointed that i wasn't there... but then he watched me outside for thirty seconds while i pretended not to notice...

2009-02-04T21:45:00.003-06:00

i have 3 hours to motivate myself and write my 10 minute speech on the threats and effects of universal healthcare.

the only problem...

i really don't care.

motivate me, Bono!

2009-02-04T21:34:00.004-06:00

i just got busted staring at a cute boy at the coffee shop... he turned around about eighty times, and i had to raise my eyes each time he looked forward... he caught me about 6 times in 45 seconds. maybe i should put my hood up and sunglasses on and pretend i have an accent and also i'm a completely different person...

totally believable.

2009-02-04T21:31:00.001-06:00

yes, Bono, it IS a beautiful day!

2009-02-04T21:09:00.003-06:00

homeboy said:

i'm put off by him also... and i don't even have the book i really need to be working on. fuck i suck at this.

mengtar said:

see! i told you! it's not that he talks to you.. i think he's trying to make up for the reality that he's really more awkward than i am. that's what i tell myself.

homeboy said:

all day long.

mengtar said:

what a wondrous fantasy i create for myself... but THAT is what will make me a great fiction writer. i will believe it all to be true as i already do.

homeboy said:

what are you waiting for?

mengtar said:

to believe what i just said is exactly true.

2009-02-04T20:50:00.003-06:00

welcome to your hero's vernacular expansion week:

antithetical

and

incendiary

2009-02-04T20:14:00.002-06:00

mengtar's evening plans:

work
study at jupiter house
sleep

mengtar's evening actions so far:

work
drinks at loophole
beer, badminton, and hackie sac
sushi
study at jupiter house, still more than buzzed...

productive? we'll see.

2009-02-04T01:59:00.002-06:00

unsure of what i desire, you lost all guarantee
unsure of what you require, i swallow uncertainty

if friendship is in question, you'll have to choose a side

2009-01-31T02:38:00.002-06:00

tonight's soccer game fall-count: 3

i'm improving!

2009-01-30T09:25:00.003-06:00

i was pretty proud and excited to have the cleanest shower in denton... until i fell on my ass upon stepping inside.

special thanks to drano max gel, scrubbing bubbles, and ibuprofen.