i think i need to change my panties...

i couldn't sleep so i went running, but my allergies have been super-bad lately so i was coughing up green phlegm all over the sidewalks and i hope people slip in it.

oh yeah, want to make out?

i received a phone call this morning saying that i won a gym membership! i was really excited until i remembered putting my name in the drawing at my bank because i wanted some other amazing prize that i obviously did not win... but i think everyone in the drawing got a free 2-week membership... so i didn't really win... but they said i did... that prize will go unredeemed.



mengtar said:

i like running in hats. will that interfere with any of your policies?

gym lady said:

no.

mengtar said:

excellent. i accept.

homeboy and i finally hit up jackies, the lake dallas dive. if no one drank at rumor's ((of rice, mn)) it would be jackie's. i wore the blue shirt with the bow and fucked up sleeves. while i was waiting for homeboy, this 30-something regular was talking me up at the bar and later he gave homeboy and i "relationship advice"... then he introduced me to his ex-wife. awkward.



i met jackie... THE jackie... THE jackie of JACKIE'S bar... and shot pool with him and the ex-wife of the "relationship advice" dude. later she got in a bitch-fight with homeboy over me not calling the pocket on the 8, even though she had yet to call it any time she shot for it prior. rednecks are bitches.

kx is back at home from barely making finals. but anyone beating out crossmen at semifinals ranks top with me. ((2006 anyone?)) we celebrated over premo beers and fajitas.



((and now for yet another tshirt from our sponsor!))

also, i'm going to do constant weight training and never eat and become an olympian. i haven't decided which sport to participate, but i'm leaning towards china's men's gymnastics.

but you don't bring me flowers.

congratulations to my blue team! back in div. 1 finals after 28 years. fuck. yes.

spending my saturday night at home being miserable and sick. ew. not that i would enjoy going out because i just want to watch musicals and lindsey lohan movies all night.

today at work, chicax ((who is a hip dresser, but horrible conversationalist but not awkward like me but more of i don't give a shit about your dream of waiting tables at the olive garden but it was actually a CASTLE! OMGZ GUYS BLEEEEEOOOOOOAAARGH!!!!!!)) was planning on giving a lot of clothes to good will... and as an avid thrift store shopper and lover of all things inexpensive, i convinced her to let me browse...



hmm... cute... but where could i possibly wear it??



ah-HA! 80's night at hailey's i test-danced it... rest assured, it will never happen again.



i'm pretty okay with polka-dots and i'll let the bow in the back slide. only because if i tie it loosely and it sags down my back it reminds me of a charlie brown christmas tree... no, YOU get a life!



but these sleeves aren't really working for me... but not enough for me to not wear it i guess.



cute little thing, and look at those bedroom eyes! you're totally swooning over me.



too bad i look totally preggers if i turn to the side... no dice.




i didn't like this one... at all... the colors looked much better when the sun was blinding me in the olive garden parking lot... but i rocked it regardless.



note the pockets! perfect for standing around being awkward! i should wear this to jupiter house the next time i want to read.



also, i think i'm between poses here.



took a break from my saturday night solo fashion show of patheticlor to nap off the sickness.



totally cute material... and ultra-soft. also cute with jeans.



i know it looks like i'm slowly moving the camera...



but really, i'm falling out of my chair... ((dorklor))



((no secrets))

too much drinking went on in the past week for me to remember most things... but some of the photographs reminded me...



jupiter house is no longer open 24hrs. what. the. fuck. what am i supposed to be antisocial at HOME?!?



my frogs were cute with me one night. they make me so happy. wait... where did snowflake go??



okay, back to cute.



momx visited for five days of drunken amazing times.



we played pool at the boiler room and i apparently introduced momx to everyone and didn't learn about it until last night when everyone asked where she was and said she was awesome. she is awesome.




while we were playing pool i remember some weird lawyer talking to us, and i wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or my mom but then his friend was like "hey, man, have you called your wife back yet?" and we laughed at him.



we shopped and i bought TWO dresses and we tried to find accessories even but we couldn't so i bought a hat instead.




((hey, sx, remember these???))



ALL junk stores should have junk jewelry for junk prices.



i got caught looking at myself when someone pointed out the sign that says "only you can stop narcissism."






this dress is totally julia roberts in pretty woman when the guy that plays george kostanza totally calls her out for being a hooker at the polo game or horse races or whatever. i didn't buy it.




this dress is the happiest dress in the world. but weird because my boobs are too big. my gut fits into it just fine, but i have to push my boobs in to zip the back. i totally bought it.



momx did not buy that dress. ((le sigh of relief))




awww



this building is in austin i think and there is one like it in minneapolis and i think mary tyler moore was filmed there or something i heard once... we call it "ghetto in the sky". if they released a videogame that took place inside ghetto in the sky, i would totally play it.






dci san antonio regional.

go blue team!

i'll rant about that later.



also, we drank and painted.

also, the cavaliers are now a tenth above blue devils and madison is edging top twelve.

FUCK!

go stars!

i'm supposed to go forever away with rx and tx tomorrow to a flea market. ((i hope it's like the little falls craft fair in minnesota))

but it turns out i have to take my car in first. fucking lights. fucking already. fucking ford.



((also, blue stars are in tenth place. i hope they can maintain their momentum into the san antonio show next week... proud of you kids. FCO!))

UPDATE: also, carolina crown. first in drums and second overall?!? where the fuck did they come from?!?!?

totaldowner5000

so after the last month of not paying attention to any dci scores, i finally took a look...

bd broke 80 and is leading in drums by over a half point.
madison is tied ((for last)) with troopers.
pacific crest is in the top twelve.
blue stars are in the top twelve, and a tenth above academy.

whatthefuck2008

kx has left for a summer on tour with the madison scouts. ((but i secretly have money on him coming home in a month on injury))

i played dress-up today in bkx's zoot-suit and fedora. it was basically amazing... ignore the mess... everywhere.






so last night in all of it's glory started out with me gimping out to boiler room to catch the hickory street hellraisers. i was immediately called out by this older guy who has seen me before. "you're the baseball girl!" ((as a matter of fact, i AM the baseball girl)) he's foreign ((don't know from where)) and is kind of cool to talk to. but then he got over-complimenting and asked me for my number and i gave him a fake ((obvs)) and i'm glad he didn't try to call me right away or i would have had to bolt to the ladies' room and call homeboy to make sure he wasn't stalking me from outside the bathroom door.

but i remember last time i was happy to talk to him because i was drunk and he gave me a legit compliment: my outfit was classy. it was.



this pose was supposed to be me selling bootleg rolexes on the street... brooklake street... but instead it turned out to be creepy stripper. hat angles and the intsensity of the part in your hair mean everything.



if only i had a bigger collar to pop. le sigh.



featuring the latest design in pimp-wear... wrap-around pants! so the legs remain baggy and your pants stay up so you can keep your cane in one hand and your bitches throat in the other.



this was supposed to be my badass pose, but ended up looking like an attempted sexy pose. special note: i don't have a sexy pose.



i ((don't)) like to think that the type of people who approach me in public are the same type of people who read my blog.

the type of people who read my blog are...
unattractive older men that are not rich
drug addicts that will overdose soon
obnoxiously artsy college students whose art i don't like
attractive similar-aged college students who have a major red-flag malfunction like 2 kids or axe murderer or foot fetishes

on my way home i got a flat tire. beautiful. and my trip to LA was just in reach! now i need tires. ((fuck my life))



this is the face of everything awesome, and that is all you ever need to know.



i have a million things to do tomorrow, but instead i think i'll go teach drum corps.