i woke up late for work and was generally uncomfortable and irritable the whole day, despite being partnered with rx and making decent tips.

i decided it was nap time when i got home and when i took off my pants i realized that my underwear was on backwards.




brazilian cut panties are dumb!!!!

congratulations played at the boiler room saturday night and all the og cool kids were there, including the last cup allstars. fuck yes. good times were had and okay-photos were taken. it's whatever.



i ate like three pounds of broccoli for lunch and i'm not sure how that's going to work out.




i went up to jupiter house last night to start transferring my hand-written work to my laptop for my book. i didn't even finish dickin around on the internet before i was bothered by a dx wanting me to come next door to hooligans to play darts. i declined until a far more convincing and better looking kx came and made the same request. it was fun. team hurley beat team balls inc. ((guess what team i'm on)) two out of three games. i'm over it.



my teammate was kind of nice but he had long hair that i didn't like and was wearing full-body camouflage and kept trying to touch me ((not inappropriately, i just don't like physical contact with strangers)) and his shirt was unbuttoned to his stomach revealing an ugly tattoo that i didn't want to hear about. he kept singing tool songs poorly and claimed to sing in a band of sorts. i didn't really care.



i was far more concerned over weather or not kx was actually going to buy me the other drink he promised me when he convinced me to leave my comfortable recliner in the coffee shop. he did. they were miller lites, but i didn't mind.

i had smoked mozzerella fonduta for breakfast, so i think i'll have a smoothie for dinner... yes... after my nap... then jupiter maybe...

i came home from the bars to the history channel telling me about this girl in the sistine chapel restoring michealango's shit. i was obviously much more interested in my tuna sandwich than the program. however, some vivaldi piece was playing... you know... baa baaadly-um-bum baaa baaadly... um-bum... whatever. some string shit. maybe the history channel has been ill-informed, but that shit was like 200 years after michealangelo... whatever... i'm over it.

also, cx and i hit up some jupiter before our planned boiler room visit. ((cx has never been)) but on our way, we ran into BEST FRIEND! ((mxnumbereighty-seven or some shit from the og)) and he ever-so-connivingly convinced us to go to the loophole to play doubles in darts. ((good call, best friend)) we ended up meeting more people and playing triples in cricket and cx and i fared well, but did not win. i don't think anyone did. bar closed. whatever.

good times, though.

there were high-fives and whiskey shots in the bathroom. what else can you ask for? ponies. that is all.

today would be a nice day for sidewalk chalk had i not burned the shit out of myself watching drum corps yesterday. fuck.

it was worth it though. the blue stars are sounding great. i would give anything to have played a pit book like that. i loved the book in 03 and 05. the others were okay. whatever. i'm over it. FCO!!! percussion videos are on their way. stay tuned.



daniel, kennedy, caleb and i watched them rehearse the whole day at UNT. everyone was really excited to see me ((minus one)) and had pretty much the exact same reaction: "megan, you look so great!... but... you're soo white!" i laughed.

apparently michael, mario and michael ann tried making an appearance but were turned away by a staff member who said it was a closed rehearsal... apparently alumni and friends are an exception? because there were a lot of people watching. lame-os.

chade griffe gave me big hugs and said, "if it's any consolation, thanks to your friends in the guard, every girl in the corps absolutely hates them both and all of the rookies know who you are because they've been told stories about how cool you are. we're all on your side." i wish luke holliger had been there also. i miss him too.



afterwards john and i were finally able to sit down and talk. i only cried a little bit. i still love him, even though i've accepted that it's done. i miss him tons.

i also took the visual staff on a beer run to the beer barn. fun fun.



got my ass handed to me in darts at ur moms with travis. i will win one day. one day....

i have my own catch phrase now: suck dick and drum.

what about it.



now i will go pick up some kfc to eat at wing pit with cathy and read a book drinking dollar drafts ((after 6p))

i remember playing darts... and that's about it.

now is officially the time: stop drinking.

finally a sunny ((but ridiculous texas-hot)) day so i could lay out in my underoos and get a tan. a beautiful thing.

work was... interesting... i definitely banked tonight. that was nice.

however, i was asked out by three different guys, and asked to join a three-some... two of the askings-outs were people i worked with. one was a table... and the threeway was a different table.

apparently fat is the new black??

and some crazy guy was stomping in the parking lot wearing flannel near my car, so i had to be walked to my car... creepy.

went to fry street with mike and michael ann. good times. played some darts. forgot my camera. but i finally played the ring-and-hook game at lou's and i got it 3/10. that's basically magical.

whatever.

i miss john.