holy absolute day from hell.

i left travis' place this morning to get a speeding ticket whilst still in lake dallas. bitches. 45 in a 30. not okay. it doesn't even say how much it costs, but i'm sure it's going to be over a bill.

then while at work, i reached to get a tray jack and got a crazy-big splinter under my thumb nail. like... all the way under my thumbnail... all the way to the back.

fuck. me.

i was carrying bruschetta.

flori and i ran to the back to pull it out and i sat on the floor screaming "fuck balls" for about 45 seconds bleeding all over the floor and then went back to work. after working all day, i came home and removed the bandages to see that it didn't even leave a mark. holy disappointment! this shit better be swollen and purple tomorrow or i demand a refund.

i have a completely awesome halloween costume picked out. now i just have to work on becoming anorexic for the next month and a half so i can pull it off.

i was so excited about getting a mattress on tuesday that i locked my keys in the car. the car was running. i = dumb. but my mattress didn't get stolen or peed on. success! i cleaned my room to take pictures for my blog, but i put my camera away and now i can't find it. that is an absolute failure by definition.

kyle got his new TV. now we just need a high def box from verizon and we will be GOLDEN! ((stay tuned for wednesday's special edition of "we got our high def box from verizon and we are GOLDEN!))

other than the citation and taking a log to my finger, nothing extraordinarily horrible really happened other than me just having an overall bad attitude and being genuinely hateful. i'm over it. that's what beds are for.

broadcasting live from outside jupiter house.

shoot em up = completely awesome hilarious and totally buyable. do it.

i have a mattress. photos soon to come. stay tuned.

so three fins has basically fallen through. i'm over it.

i'm basically confused and constantly insulted by all things male. i will continue to do nothing more than lower and shake my head in disappointment of everyone i know.

as of tomorrow, i will have gone a WEEK without drinking. i would like to be extatic over such an achievement, but i would really just rather be drinking. whatever.

homeboy needs to work on his djembe skills. hardcore.



i kicked travis' ass in bowling ((okay, so really, i won one of five games... and it was by A pin. whatever))

johnny carino's > olive garden. the end.

kelsey sat next to greg schultz's old dorm roommate at the Minnesota-Bowling Green football game yesterday and he totally knew where rice was. pretty baller.

i've been homesick pretty hardcore lately, especially since i've realized that i cannot afford to visit sarah in chi-town for her med-school induction white-coat ceremony thing. triple sad panda.

AND I DON'T HAVE A MATTRESS! fuck everyone.

speaking of people fucking. i become ridiculously angered every time i here of infidelity. this girl i work with is currently fucking this other dude we work with that has a girlfriend. i do not condone encourage or enable actions such as these. we will no longer hang out.



also, he has been home for almost three weeks and still won't talk to me. at LEAST give me my shit back!!!!! BALLS! you are of the guilty party. not i. so you can stop being so fucking pretentious and get over yourself.

it's been four days since i've been drunk.

i feel compulsively deviant either in spite of or because of my obnoxious level of sobriety. gross.



also, the fact that it's september and i still don't own a mattress depresses the FUCK out of me. not to mention the whole sleeping alone thing that i absolutely refuse to do unless left optionless. unfortunately, the people i hang out with are too much like myself in that they hang out with one person too much and then get soo fucking sick of them that they can't stand to look at them anymore. that's okay. i guess i'm like that with music sometimes too.

i've become ridiculously irritable and it's only day 4.

fuck. me.

my name is mengtar, and i'm an alcoholic. i have officially temporarily quit drinking for the next two weeks. it had started to feel like my body was slowly shutting down and i was continuing to make more and more poor decisions and spending way too much money on smokes and alcohol. i will not be chain-smoking anymore, as i only do that when i drink. i will also not be smoking in my car. 1 down, 13 to go.

since i'm doing a whole health-thing i may start running also. not sure. we'll see.



so two days ago i did something that i would usually openly discuss with the people i chill with but for some reason feel extremely guilty. and sadly, the person that usually hears the dirt on everything is the last person i would want to find out.

::le sigh::



now that vaguey-mc-vague-vague is done talking... in other news.

john and laura are officially together. congratulations, i really don't care. a thousand people have called to tell me and that was my reaction to them ver batum. i still have yet to hear from him and at this point can't figure out if he's being a misinformed dick or a fucking chickenshit. based on everything i know about him, i will safely assume the latter.

at this point, i only care because it would be nice to talk to him and to get my shit back. he still has my fish bowl ((not for fish)), my DC hat, my volcom shirt ((which actually used to be pete carey's volcom shirt)), my taco john's shirt ((which actually used to be emily erickson's taco john's shirt)), and my black river falls basketball duffel bag ((which actually used to be some basketball player's duffel bag from black river falls, wisconsin))



also in the news, i have no money and the labor day mattress sales are this weekend. FUCK! maybe kyle will have a re-change of heart.

was supposed to start at three-fins but have yet to do so... FUCK AGAIN!

i used my fortune cookie lotto numbers for the texas lottery. i'm going to win tonight and then michael and i are opening a bar/percussion studio. it's going to be basically awesome.

then i'm going to buy a mattress. seriously this time.

maybe then i'll get laid by that dude.

i got home from work and snowflake was chilling in the crevice between the top of his aquarium and the underneathness of the ajar cover. i removed the cover to prevent future squish-age. he chilled on top of the aquarium, i forgot about him, went out to dinner with the roommates ((minus michael, plus justin)), came home, forgot about him, left for jupiter, forgot about him, got to jupiter... SHIT! called kyle, the situation was remedied.

daniel is refusing to cut my hair until i make him goulash because he misses those "good minnesotan eats".

i shared my gramma's potica with him. he was amazed, but it wasn't goulash. whatever. you can only feel so bad for someone who has sex with more straight boys than i do. seriously now.

we were sitting at jupiter and moo-bell ((not her real name)) gave dan and i ten loaves of artisan bread. i do not know why.

also, daniel's roommate ((tara, maybe??)) is trying to convince me to get a job at the tittie bar she works in. not as a dancer ((obviously)) but just to work the door. apparently they make out with some decent money also.

i didn't make enough money at the olive garden to even fill my gas tank. and i was a lunch closer! fuck. this afternoon i was even considering another graveyard shift convenience store gig.

at this rate of poverty, i will have a mattress around... never. yep.

although i got a weird feeling that tara was the girl that he slept with on that one tuesday... the one where i had an anxiety attack and passed out at petco and went over to his apartment and he was all standoffish... whatever. that makes me dislike her, but still have a burning desire to work the door at her tittie bar.

one of my favorite minneapolis bands ever, Skywind, turned into Skywynd a few years ago, and has recently turned into Crash Anthem. ::sigh::

also, i'm pretty sure i need a flight suit. airforce style. yes. yes i do.

work on that.