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.

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))

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))

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.

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

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!??

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?

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.