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.