((FUCK! i need a functioning camera again))

i left my phone at homeboy's yesterday which was particularly devestating, as it was momx's bday and jxsx flew down from eau claire.

no panic, as i was under the assumption that it would have been returned to me prior to 3ish am when i found it on the futon... was angry. no longer. whatever.



had some wine and sandwiches with jxsx and was updated on all the juicy gossip of everyone hating and sleeping with everone.

i forgot to close my bar tab at andy's on drunken tuesday, as i was preoccupied with my escape from stalker boilerjx.

last night i returned to close my tab... and ONLY close my tab...

mengtar said:

hi, i just need to close a tab from the other night.

door guy said:

that's cool. wait... you're the minnesota girl, right?

mengtar said:

yes.

door guy said:

because this band is from minneapolis.

mengtar said:

badass! let's do it!



((couple drinks later... i suck at this sobriety thing))

the band was pictures of then. kind of an indie rock band i guess. ballers regardless.

i approached a band member after their set to show support and such... that was a lie. it was because they were all cute and i wanted to brag about also being from the great white north. don't judge me.

long story short... that was another lie... it's going to be closer to a drunken story recollection rather than a synopsis...



chilled with keyboardist minnesotatx for quite a bit. he drinks miller lite ((ew)) but has exceptionally soft hair.

turns out he has an uncle in fort worth that he was hoping to spend time with, but the band was about to make the trek back home.



umm... let's party?

done.

((i'm so hospi))



also, i think i joined a band.

FUCK!

did i dance last night?

((indeed))

yet another successful night open mic night drunklorness.



guest appearances were made by tony the fucking tiger... the mystery remains why bxnicenipples refuses to show his nipples, but will wear a shirt like that on his psuedo-date night... double whatever.



yes. i look great in your hat. but, dude, seriously, stop touching me.



i think this is a safety hazard.



just meeting your expectations.



((i still miss you))

one day i will get a camera and show pictures of my amazing car and exceptionally cute hair.

until then...

so last night was pumpkin head's last night in texas. hit up hooligans ((where i still can't drink until i get my ID back... bitches)) and then to andy's to watch bballamike sing. he did a great job until some drunk non-friend decided to try singing with him. i'd have taken a great video of non-friend trying to sing and knowing he wasn't good so he turned the microphone away during all of the high barely in range screamy parts. also, he was bad.

i tried to find my pumpkin afterwards but he had left for ihop. i had every intention of joining him, but ran into the original ax and was swept away by the idea of another round of ((free)) drinks at boiler room.

the original ax said:

so are do you want to come over tonight?

mengtar said:

no, i have to go home.

the original ax said:

come on, you know you want this...

mengtar said:

well... my crotch is still exploding. ((lie))

the original ax said:

i have a shower.

mengtar said:

ew. ((not a lie))

meanwhile, homeboy is standing three feet away. it's always pretty awkward being propositioned for sex when i'm out with him.

i had to give him a ride home because he was too drunklor, where he continued to try touching me and taking out his weewee for me to touch. i managed to decline.

we also ran into my bff, but she un-facebook friended me, so i didn't feel the need to say hi or try to out-fake-nice her.

it's art-fusion night at rubber gloves again. i'm supposed to be joining rx and tx, but just realized this afternoon that i won't be able to get in without my id. fuck this shit.

it's time for rum.

i just got off work. i smell, i'm hungry, and i'm tired.

i don't like to eat right before sleeping. it's just silly.

if i shower now, i'll have to change my bedsheets before taking a nap, because they smell like smoke and boy and body fluids. by the end of my shower i will be too unmotivated to change them and will be angry the rest of the night that i ruined my cleanness on dirty sheets. also, one of my pens exploded on it.

if i sleep first, i might not want to take a shower later tonight. and depending on my unmade plans, i might not have time to eat before going out to drink.

instead, i'll just watch kx play gta4 and blog about not doing things.

bballa mike played a great show and andy's last night. i got blitzed and may or may not have come home and had sex. hard to say.

but i did join a bicycle gang.

i also danced. bad idea.



i started upstairs for some photo-ops and cozied up to my stretch of railing, but then some stranger wanted to make conversation while my friend was singing and i was only on my first drink. uncomfortable.



i don't remember his name, but he is also in my bicycle gang.




cutest tiniest kickdrum ever. also, was he in scv? 04 maybe?



next week will be this kid's last week closing andy's open mic. apparently he's moving on to bigger and better things. almost as sad as the thought of me being done blogging. ew.



((this is ground control to major tom))



also, the hopeless look in my eyes is because i had just realized that they were out of toilet paper and paper towels.



((le sigh))

so tonight was pretty much disappointment central with a couple perks to keep me going.

i was supposed to play dominoes... err... bones... with best friend and rx, but they bailed because i got out of work too late and we all work in the morning.

bones postponed to tomorrow.

invited the unresponsive homeboy. whatever.

i decide to go home and sleep off the hate.

after doing some more layout work to the blog and laying in bed for twentyish minutes naked with the lights off in a failed effort for sleep, i decide ((7 minutes prior to showtime)) to go watch bballamike play at andys.

upon my arrival, descent guitar player with a wicked hat and vest and major phasing issues with his co-guitar player were on stage. i didn't vibe it. too bad.



moving on.

his show was far better than average. complete with a song about snowballing his wife. how sweet.





i was basically bored and miserable ((pouting)) for the first half hour of andys until i saw a girl with a "so it goes" tattoo.



as a vonnegut fan, i FREAKED ((internally)) but complimented her anyway. i've NEVER been one to believe in copying ink... but i'm pretty sure i NEED this tattoo. whatever. she's pretty baller and introduced me to this dude mohammed. ((above average good-looking and a more than awesome conversationalist)) who insists on buying me drinks for the rest of the night.

i'm usually okay with that.

closing track of the closing act was major tom, of course, and bballamike accompanied ((beautifully)) and this dude played harmonica in the corner and he was basically badass about it in an overly pretentious way... "i don't have to be on stage OR have a microphone to accompany you on harmonica. i accompany who i want when i want whether they like it or not." it reminded me of kyle. i miss him. and i feel retarded for letting him slide for someone else too pretentious for my own good. at least he was genuine and made me feel pretty.




also, last night i drank at loophole with the roommates and made awkward eye contact with one of his old friends we used to hang out with. i remembered his name this morning and found his number in my cell phone later this afternoon. i think it's about time to swallow my awkwardness.

homeboy texts back enough to make me antsy but standoffish enough to make me roll my eyes and scream "get over yourself!"

whatever. i've been phased and replaced, but am not necessarily over it.

i'm over the fact that i'm not over it and don't need to hear what you have to say about it.

also, i'm not turning into a lesbian. but if it happened, i would be over that too.

((so it goes))

happy mengtar photo catchup day!

there is a definite possibility that something is wrong with snowflake this morning. he croaked at me for a solid five minutes after homeboy left. apparently i will not be falling back to sleep, though i don't work for another threepointfive hours.





then he stared at me for a solid half hour. just staring at me. occasionally he would open his mouth like he was going to start croaking again... but didn't. then he just turned around and walked away, but i swear he shook his head first. he didn't even hop away. he WALKED away... not upright, but definitely walked.

i'm not over it.






i met homeboy up at jupiter house last night to dick around on our computers and do crosswords and watch him study and such. we were approached by three wonderously dressed gents saying they were from out of town and were playing at andy's at 10... it was 9.50...

i was FAR too distracted by their attire to be able to think up a legit response, so i let homeboy play that role. curlyhaired guitarist guy had a floral button-up that rivaled my living room curtains under a jean jacket and longhaired singer guy had some sweet white leather kicks that i hope to god were italian, just because he's cool enough to say it and be completely awesome, aka not a prick. bassist dude that looked like boros had a vest. i love vests and i think i need one... now. i could pull off a good dyke vest with me new haircut. fo sho.

they are called Band LeGrand. ((still giggling))




we checked out their site so we didn't waste our time breaking the study routine ((that had hardly started)) and they seemed... interesting... so we packed up and went to andys. there weren't many other people there. ((five or six?)) and i think some of them were in other bands for that night...

it's got to be a rough gig touring through denton to do a small show on a tuesday...

more people had gathered by the end of their set, but they were still plenty energetic throughout. amazing performers.

also, they had a legit piano and amps that looked like they were from 1976.




the singer played some mean pianer on about half of the songs. also, he had a wicked profile with large nose that hooks downward and a chin that jutts out to his nose. awkwardly amazing. their finale was the song we had heard on their website. this is the jam. go listen to it. it ends with some wicked piano that was played with an oldschool george washingtonesque wig. ((badass!!))

also, he played while standing on his stool and did jumps and flips off his piano.

it was a fucking intense show.

band legrand.

do it.

today is a mengtar rarity. i want breakfast. hot damn.

it could be because i was actually awake from seven to eight and after that i had like a thousand bad dreams and mx and sx died and i shot myself in the forehead and didn't die which is too bad actually because it didn't even hurt but it wouldn't stop bleeding and then i was forced to be a pretend lesbian to get this other girl who was completely in love with me to help me escape on her raft into this community of floating houses... whatever.

then i wokeup half-screaming that edward elgar composed the pomp and circumstance marches. ((i'm glad you had already left for class))

i might go buy some noodles and make spaghetti with momx's christmas homemade spaghetti sauce and drink smoothies and take pictures of all of it so you have something to aspire to later in life.

also, this man is not good. but was pretty confident in a not-knowing/not-caring sort of way that was almost endearing. and his guitar said "this machine kills fascists" all woody guthrie style. cute. so cute, in fact, that hearing about homeboy's 3-hour cellular biology lab was far more entertaining than listening to him sing. check it.

UPDATE: mengtar is video error central this morning so fuck this shit and on to the spaghetti.

if i had a laptop, i would be blogging from bed this morning. in my dirty underwear. holding my head and pulling my hair. listening to the greatest hangover music with the smell of whiskey and too many cigarettes though it was barely any. the smell follows me every time i toss and turn in my bed. i feel like pig pen from the peanuts cartoons. my nose is stuffy and i probably purred like a mountain lion last night. i'm not sure who thought it was a good idea, but giving head in the morning didn't help.

a very nervous mx played at andys last night. good job, yo.

and a very perplexed and anxious mengtar drank too much knowing that she didn't have to work the next day. mr. seagrams, we are no longer friends.

a dude from the bar kept talking to me about music and how he is soo amazing at recognizing talent and is a great frontman and musician and he can play everything soo well and he wants to put some groups together and he can tell that i'm sooo good and he neeeeds me in his project because of how i act and don't care about anyone including him and we could walk to his place from there and just listen to music and everything would be just chill. wow, dude... wow.



i don't like your hair. i don't like the way you compliment me without knowing what the fuck you're saying. i don't like it that you're better dressed than i am. especially with your corduroy jacket. i don't like it that you look like mitch hedberg only uglier and not funny. i will let you buy me drinks and bum me smokes... but dudeboy, your not getting in anyones pants with lines like that... except girly girls that don't know shit about what you're talking about and are compliment-crazy and self-involved and love getting their dicks sucked by not mitch hedberg.

so after bar close i went to jupiter and overly-pretentious music guy started talking to the cool poet dude that i talked to briefly about where he gigs and such so i can check his shit some more or something and homeboy picked me up so i wouldn't have to walk forever to get home.

kx's computer caught fire today so he bought a new computer from best buy and after i saw it, i decided i needed a laptop starting NOW. we went to best buy. found my laptop. but i didn't qualify for the financing. apparently i have too many open lines of credit. i can't argue with that... but they're in good standing! i promise! that doesn't work with ladies.



but apparently most people that don't qualify still get one in the mail... so in a few weeks ((which by then i could probably just fucking buy it straight up)) i may have my new laptop. may.

i look like i'm getting ready to hibernate. so all photos of me will be very strategicly taken and will most likely not make it to the blog. sorry, kids. guess we have to wait for my next trip to crazy-town or for me to pick out the most appealing eating disorder. whatever.

i want to take a nap but my bed is empty. the fact that that would stop me makes me more anxious than sleeping alone in the first place. i don't like the idea that might be depending on someone else... even maybe.

mx is giving out pony rides... er... motorcycle rides tonight. in exchange, you should just show up and cheer for him. 11pm. andys. done and done.

also, that was a lie.

jupiter house's mocha shake with peanut butter is incredible... however, if you substitute the ice cream for soy milk, ice, and a banana, it does not taste good. who'd have thought???

nap it is.

i took off all day monday because the blue stars will be in denton... good thing they are actually here on SUNDAY. mother fuck.

saw the great taylor moseley the other day. had me in pre-drunklor hysterics. i hate to see what would have happened post-schwasted.

met up with travis after work to see some band at andy's last night. siren something or another. i don't know. but really good. loved the vocalist. note to drummer: paiste? seriously??? wow. great music. hadn't seen any live music down here since i saw crashsight in dallas.



also, crashsight is playing at the curtain club on july 28th with industry6.

and travis' band is playing at hailey's on july 29th.

stay tuned for details.

i can't get my lip ring back in. official sober decision: fuck it.

also it was cathy's bday yesterday so she came home all drunklor. how cute. that means i can make her go to shit with me. good times.