i woke up with a sweaty back from an intense dream about losing a foot-tall fuzzy elephant that spoke eloquent old english... ten minutes before class.

i opted for skipping class to shower... but ended up growing more sick at work.

looking for a chest decongestant? a cough suppressant? need to lower your blood pressure? well you're in luck! coricidin hbp can do all of these things!

looking for a chest decongestant? a cough suppressant? and NOT lower your blood pressure? don't shop at albertsen's, because that's all they've got.

i have a cough that sounds like a bear is living in my chest.

speaking of bears,

newkidatog ((of boiler room bodyslamming fame)) has a new music project... yay! and is looking for metal singer! check out the homeses and spread the word. v talented!

also, i might be moving to maui.

nuttso insomnia dream number 3 that happened to creep into my hourandahalf of sleep...

everyone was a zombie and we ran to hx's house and i had to shoot all my friends in the head so i wouldn't be zombied but then in the end i pussied out because i didn't want to live in a zombie world running for my life until forever because my defense moves don't compare to alice from resident evil, even when visions of sugarplums dance in my head, so i shot myself as the room was filled with the undead eating my innards.



le sigh...

how long til i'm normal? never? okay.

welcome to cooking with mengtar.

i'm paging through some ads while i defrost my chicken.

medieval times has adult tickets at kid prices until halloween. that was really exciting until google told me that kids tickets are still almost forty dolla.

i'm on a budget. i'd be better off buying a bigger dog and holding my own back yard joust.

i dreamt that a spider slit my throat, but i survived.

i woke up hella hung and spent most of my day staring at wall, but upon further examination, it's more likely that i'm sick.

((heh... back yard joust))

book work will continue to be handwritten and my bedroom will continue being looking nagasaki-esque. until i stop being lazy and decide that productivity is a good thing.

regrets are harder to come by these days, which isn't necessarily a bad thing because i get to nit-pick into the ridiculous parts of my personality that drive me crazy and make my friends giggle. but as i go, i'm starting to become more and more self-concious of my writing and how well this idea is going to pan out. maybe i'll get lucky and make a huge mistake in chicago. i welcome any regrets short of my finances or my laptop or atom bombs.

also, immediately post-chitown, i start my og training for my to-go and ct positions. bballa by definition.

homeboy's friends j and l have two ferrets and enough other rodents to fit in two hands ((if they're not running around)) i hampster-gerbil and a couple mice i think or something.

last night i dreamt up that i was pet-sitting for j and l and they all got loose and the ferrets were eating the hampster-gerbils and the hampster gerbils were eating the mice. and i was trying to catch them all and be able to hold them all in my hands but they kept slipping out and running under furniture. i went crazy.



and of course it was one of those nights where you keep waking up and re-dreaming it and get a little farther each time. but each time they had more pets. by the end they had like 8 ferrets and 30-something hampster-gerbils and probably a hundred mice.

it ended with all of them dying except luna and walter ((the two REAL ferrets)) but then i accidentally let the dogs in the house and they were eaten.

then i woke up and blogged and listened to blue stars midi files.

the end!

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.

i dreamt about killer whales the size of my forearm and the bad guy from no country for old men and i woke up a thousand times freaking out that i was about to get knifed or airgunned and flailed about and interrupted some above average quality cuddling. awkward.

((sorry))

and since i've had nothing but lots of coffee and half of my el guapo's ((at a discount rate of 40%... seriously... i should go there more often than twice ever)) i'm basically operating at the mental capacity of cheese.



my nap was postponed so i could spend some quality time with an ((understandably)) irritable mx in the emergency room. iron appedices and no surgeries is bballa by definition.

we even have matching hand wounds!



((and by matching, i mean that we are both on the disabled list))

now that i have christmas plans, i definitely need to do some shopping. i've been working up a good brainstorm, but my insomnia doesn't provide for much to be a-brewin'.

i feel sorry for everyone i'm about to wait on tonight.



also, my crotch is bleeding, but i'm too tired to notice.

FUCK TODAY!

thanksgiving was alright. my unapproved wardrobe was "cute" and "nice" from reliable sources. ((thanks guys)) i only had to dodge relationship questions from two family members, and only one relative asked why i moved to texas. i hesitated and said, "school?" tx laughed and ((someone)) almost hit him.

mengtar does not have violent characteristics...



this time i charged my camera battery... but didn't put it in my camera. mengtar is a dumbshit.

we went to the bar shortly after and found a jmx and i drank enough zeigen bocks to unquit smoking ((FUCK FUCK FUCK DAMMIT I HATE MYSELF)) and pass out two minutes into watching grandmas boy. ((another time perhaps.))



i had a crazy dream that i was fucking this dude i work with and he pulled out and i grabbed some kleenex that were by the bed because i didn't feel like swallowing. and he came in the kleenex and i grabbed them to dispose of them and there were WORMS!!! not like earthworms, but parasite worms! like planarians and shit! ewww!!! and then later in my dream i was fucking tx and started crying because i was probably giving him worms and i told him and he was all comforting like "oh, that's okay, hun!" and i was like "no!! you don't understand! i think you have WORMS!!!!"

::sigh:: boys just don't get it sometimes.

now i'm feeling really paranoid and i'm not going to fuck anything for months or until after work...

why can't i have GOOD sex dreams with hot guys with big dicks or sweet lesbian shit or something?!?!?

i woke up with a horrible hangover and it felt like the worms were in my brain and eating the back of my eyes.

i also heard the news that torii hunter will be playing center field at the twins home opener! in an ANAHEIM UNIFORM! WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? fuck anahiem.






also, i'm planning my birthday party. it will be 3 days long. april 25-27 and will consist of drinking overpriced beer and eating overpriced hotdogs and watching the twins kick the shit out of the rangers!!!! ((sans hunter))

48, it was a good run. 15 years is a lot of time to give to any team. we enjoyed our time with you, and you will be greatly missed, but seriously... fuck anaheim.

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY:

OJ Simpson wrote a book.

"If I did it, here's how it happened"

Also known as "Here's how it happened"

wow. just wow.

I want it soooo bad.

Also, my least-favorite boss at Black Eyed Pea, Barbara, is totally his cousin.

No joke.

whoa.

The bartender at the Black Eyed Pea ((Shaun)) told me that he used to live in Sartell, MN. ((which is about 5 miles from my house in Rice for all of you out-of-staters))

When he asked me if Rick's Cafe was still around, I knew he was legit.

I saw the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale, last night. It was great.

Don't worry, I'm not going to give anything away, but if you watch it, the chase scene in the beginning is INCREDIBLE. Apparently it's this new style of martial arts shit with your feet. I don't know. Whatever.

But Bond is SUCH a good dresser. Damn. And I'm not just talking about his tux or anything. I was thinking that through the whole movie. and his eyes are superstar blue, which is cool. and he totally wore the 2006 Blue Stars Pit booty shorts in the beach scene.

AND, of course, google images doesn't have any full-outfit shots. Just head shots and busts.

Then after we got out, John totally asked me to dress him up all James Bond Stylee. ((yes!!!!!!))

I had a dream that Oprah's friend Gale died and she wanted a new best friend and she picked me. It was cool. She gave me a bunch of money and I got to play with her dogs and she MADE me a diamond ring. Also, my blog became part of O-magazine and I got to talk about things on her Oprah and Friends XM radio channel. Also, Buctrose was there and Oprah came to all of my drum corps shows. Buctrose hit on Oprah and I was jealous because I wanted her all to myself.

probably close to a month ago, i was given a copy of the timbaland cd. ((ps, amazing. that is all)) i never listened to it and completely forgot i had it and then a week later accused the giver of this cd of never giving it to me... then today i opened the compartment in my car's console... sorry, travis.

i got home at some ridiculous time that no one should have to be awake if they don't have to work like 9.30a or something. my house was a harsh 65 degrees. i put on my flannel pants and my hugely soft and cozy sweatshirt and burrowed beneath 3 blankets on my heavenly mattress. slept until 2.30...

however, in this sleepytime i had many bad dreams. but every time i woke up, i was too cozy to be disturbed at the grossness of my dreams. there were dreams with spiders. dreams with axe murderers and giants. then i had a dream that i went to travis' and he was sleeping and his ex was there and she seduced me and then travis woke up and was very angry and he returned my mattress and took back all of the cds he has burned me.

also, dream-travis does not like lesbians.

oh yeah, texas has at least one good bbq place.

in celebration of my twenty-two-and-a-halfth birthday, joe FINALLY sent me some minnesota cookies. they are incredible. sorry, sarah, but you are just going to have to suppress your ridiculous jealousy of me with my cookies and contest winningness. get over it and get a blog or something. and listen to timbaland. oh yeah, you should listen to ron white also, because he sounds exactly like uncle chuck. and i miss him.

i think my celing creature is going to scratch and chew his way into my bedroom. i would too. out of loneliness. yesterday he was talking. ceiling creatures do not speak english. it's mostly squeaking. it might be swedish.

i'm not letting you change this for me.