dadx said:

saturday night... popcorn, fudge and watching heart and souls movie... wish you were here.

mengtar said:

i had a shiner black beer at movie tavern and watched the new hellboy2 movie. i wish i was there too.

dadx said:

i'd rather watch hellboy and have a black.



i take my hydration very seriously.



my afternoon of greatness and drinking and watching the twins game at the bar and more drinking and then watching hellboy2 and still drinking came to an end right about there.

there was a 180 mood change once i got to jupiter. i'm pretty sure i'm premensing. look out, kids, i am bad attitude central.

i mean, i wasn't completely unprovoked.



ugly kid in a pantera shirt wouldn't leave me alone. i'm wearing headphones and reading a book. do i really look like i'm welcoming a conversation?

luckily homeboy texted me to meet up again at coolbeans because there was some kicking music. too bad i STILL don't have my id and STILL can't get into certain bars certain nights of the week.

fuck texas.

and fuck the minnesota dmv.

i went home to play some splinter cell. ((tom clancy video games: mengtar's guilty pleasure)) but the fucking new roommates are playing ironman, which is lamecity. not even tom clancy lame, because, like the rainbow six games, it is at least fun in the "i just want to kill some bitches" sort of way, but it has reached a very true and genuine level of lame that can only be matched by sporty velcro sandals and muzak.

at least i had the time to hold up the bathroom once i got home to take an explosive dump from my movie tavern cheese pizza. ((special note: mengtar loves cheese... also, mengtar has a lactose intolerance... also, mengtar doesn't care, it's totally worth it))

about a minute later, bballamike called to tell me that the dude playing at the garage "is soo amazing" and that i "haaave to be heere!!!!" i played off the whole "awww... that's too bad, i totally would go if i had an id" but really i was just screaming in my head because i'm sick the bullshit. i hung up the phone and threw it at the wall.

then i pooped some more.

i'm at jupiter house and i sat next to someone ((wtf)) and i picked the right person because he has a copy of half asleep in frog pajamas by tom robbins sitting next to him.

mengtar + tom robbins 4 ever ((written inside a heart on the bathroom wall of your elementary school))

onto bigger things... i have a car.



the final call was made on a 2007 ford focus. 33k miles. beige. warranty. financed.

i'm just glad it's over.

bwahahahaha, i miss my friends. but at least they're dealing with bigger idiots than me...



i got the call from the insurance company this morning wanting to settle for my car... for $2700. uhh... holy insult central!

dadx and i crunched some numbers and said we wanted $4225.

they countered with $4040. they didn't stand a chance.

tomorrow morning i will hear from them again about how much i will receive for my personal belongings taken from the vehicle. i'm hoping for another 500 at LEAST.



also, i found a possum... if only i had my own camera to photograph it... whatevs. whenever i get one there will be a million pictures of naked mengtars in and around her car... one. million.

so nights like this when i'm in the mood for nothing ((not even whiskey or cigarettes)) are when i start thinking... what if i just went home... am i conditioned for a 15-hour drive? would i miss this place? what about toronto?

i can't stay here forever. and i have the feeling that when my time comes, it will just be over. little packing. no peaces or dueces.

i even doubt i'd be better off elsewhere. maybe because i have moved to a different state for the past four years. maybe denton just feels too familiar. this stagnance is making me ill.

don't get me wrong, it's not that i don't enjoy my time here. i have the best friends that do great things for me and that i would do about anything for. they buy me drinks and mattresses and kick out exes and give me hugs and listen when i need it. but sometimes i feel the reason i haven't left is because it would be too hard to say goodbye.

maybe i just need a vacation home. maybe because homeboy is running off to visit friends in cities that i'm missing people the most. ((chicago and baton rouge))

i hope staying here another year isn't a mistake.

maybe i just need to get out of this airport and into this wheelchair, i've got better things to do than looking at you...

i wouldn't give up the friends i have now for anything. and not the sort of friends that think i'm still their friend but since certain things have come into play this past month have refused to see or speak to me also. but i just really miss the ol homies. minnesota and drum corps peeps alike.

cx said:

Hi Megan. I know I don't say hi often, but I just wanted to remind you that you totally kick ass, I miss you, and I can't wait to see you again hopefully sooner rather than later.

((i can handle that))

so three fins has basically fallen through. i'm over it.

i'm basically confused and constantly insulted by all things male. i will continue to do nothing more than lower and shake my head in disappointment of everyone i know.

as of tomorrow, i will have gone a WEEK without drinking. i would like to be extatic over such an achievement, but i would really just rather be drinking. whatever.

homeboy needs to work on his djembe skills. hardcore.



i kicked travis' ass in bowling ((okay, so really, i won one of five games... and it was by A pin. whatever))

johnny carino's > olive garden. the end.

kelsey sat next to greg schultz's old dorm roommate at the Minnesota-Bowling Green football game yesterday and he totally knew where rice was. pretty baller.

i've been homesick pretty hardcore lately, especially since i've realized that i cannot afford to visit sarah in chi-town for her med-school induction white-coat ceremony thing. triple sad panda.

AND I DON'T HAVE A MATTRESS! fuck everyone.

speaking of people fucking. i become ridiculously angered every time i here of infidelity. this girl i work with is currently fucking this other dude we work with that has a girlfriend. i do not condone encourage or enable actions such as these. we will no longer hang out.



also, he has been home for almost three weeks and still won't talk to me. at LEAST give me my shit back!!!!! BALLS! you are of the guilty party. not i. so you can stop being so fucking pretentious and get over yourself.