chicago was a complete success.

we didn't spend as much time in the city as any of us had expected, but downer's grove proved to be more exciting than any of us had expected.

yesterday was italian night. lasagna, wine and painting. we ventured out to buy groceries and chianti and i bought yet another outfit at target ((this week only: mengtar is the cutest thing ever)) and matching kicks from payless... also, kicks is double plural because they had a bogo sale.

also, the downer's grove payless salesman is the coolest guy frpm chicago i've ever met. well, guy from chicago that i met in chicago... sure.

after clothes and shoes, we finally made it to the grocery store and home for some fine lasagna and wine and painted MODERN art... well, momx and sx painted random shapes and i made trees which weren't modern at all, but the painting was completely baller and i wanted to take it home.

oh well. cx and i will have a painting reincarnate night immediately followed by a painting hang-a-thon because my walls are bare and my house is a bore.

i woke up to confusing text messages from a seemingly somber jx.

jx said:

do you believe that people can change?

mengtar said:

absolutely.

jx said:

you are radiant and sensational.

sometimes it's nice to hear compliments before you accept your own death via planecrash.

((don't be alarmed, every time i ride a plane, i come into full acceptance that it is my deathday. i assure you, this is not new. i hate planes.))

chicago is my favorite city to fly over. second prettiest skyline in the us. second to minneapolis, of course.

i like being cute in airports and wearing sunglasses because people will assume you are a big deal. i'm glad i shaved my armpits this morning. if i hadn't and someone noticed, it would have devastating effects on my big deal status.

i shaved my armpits this morning. i am a big deal.

i have finished another book by the indespensible kurt vonnegut. timequake. if i had finished the rest of the collection ((working on it)) i might say that it is his best book since his slaughter-house days. i'm glad that now i can discuss it with best friend and the girl from work who is definitely not my friend, but i will talk to her because she just recently finished timequake as well. i'm over it.

homeboy is taking me to the aquarium today. things i want to see at the aquarium:
sea dragons ((because they were on animal planet today as the number two most extreme disguises.))
balluga whale. ((because of the raffi song and because cx said they had a whale.))
cougar ((because i heard they had one, and that is just silly))

speaking of silly, did you know that your eyelashes are just silia? whoa.

also, sharks are neat, but if i get too scared, i will have no use for the swimsuit and loosely-knit over-suit thing i also bought. i mean, i'll wear it someplace eventually, but with little or no purpose.

water = scary. damn you, stephen speilburg!

one thing i continue to find interesting when i travel is that when strangers talk to me, they often ask about my nationality.

uhh... white?

this time i was told i had an interesting accent and asked by a polite businessman if i was from the ukraine. no... minnesota. not even fucking close.

other popular potentials are russia and new york. new york is not a nationality, i understand this. strangers do not. i'm over it.

now i have to wait forever for homeboy to pick my ass up from public. i'm beginning to re-hate being in public. it comes and goes. currently, it is gone.

mengtar is anxiety central.

first off, she got screwed out of about a bill tonight. a party of roughly thirty came to the og and manager px told her that she wanted at least her and possibly best friend on it because of their strengths and teamwork abilities.

((which i find goofy because i hate teamwork.))

also, this may be the first time i have used the word 'goofy' in my blog... ever... making history. you just witnessed it.

but then kx ((the one that tried getting in my pants hardcore at the party with the boa constricter snake and whatnot where i came home crazy-sorts high and whatever. it's whatever.

so kx freaked the fuck out and i hate working with him on large-group tables. also, he's gimpy like riley. and wanted to be on the table but whatever. so i ended up not being on it with best friend and they made almost a bill each on it so i got fucked out of about a hundred tonight. fuck. him. and for once, several hours and drinks later, i'm not over it. i'm trying to run a business here.

then much later ((twenty minutes til close)) three ((large)) black women get sat in my section... now, on a completely yankee non-racist note, large southern black women at the og become ridiculous overly-demanding bitches after 9p. sorry, readers. it happens.

and then one of them says that she's going to go pick up her friend...

so i'm already crabby-as-fuck about the thirty-ish top i didn't get and my crotch started bleeding that evening ((thank god, but not)) and then i get bitches fucking me over hardcore when i've got drinking to be done on a monday night when i have to work at 6a the next morn. ((proud yet, ma?))

also, roaring concrete and steel washes you in blood. ((or something... totally whatever))

this is me continuing WITHOUT a doorslam ((jerk))

so i'm in pain with bleeding crotches and all and i have to put up with bitches and such and whatever i just wanted to go to homeboy's and sleep and cuddle and whatnot but he's like "no, your bff is at the boilerroom ((god, i love that place, buy only sometimesss)) and i went... you know, because my bff and all... and it was good minus dx and bxmx and then he's all super-insult-central because mengtars don't dance. don't. dance. at all. ever. great rhythm. exceptional, some may say. don't dance. whatever. not over it. fuck yourself. just because i'm not ultra-slut-whateverness that you're usually with... uh... fuck yourself.

am i saying that? yes. it's whatever.

also, i may have been drinking. i'm over it.

so i'm just going to continue being whatever and angry and not dancing at all ever until there is a timequake in which case all free will end for the time-being but in that time i will decide to dance and confuse everyone because they will continue what they did the first round and not dance unless that is what they did the first round and that will be completely whatever.

whatever.

((count the whatevers and i will continue not giving you five dollars.))

enough things have happened tonight to consider it eventful, but i am still bored out of my mind. probably because i'm too sober to really enjoy any of it.

i took a bath for the first time since i was maybe 12? then i remembered why i don't like taking baths. i don't find swimming in a tub of my own filth to be very "relaxing". at all. every time a hair or something would float near me i would get grossed out. not fun.

i got out of the tub around 8.30 and realized that i hadn't gone to petco to buy snowflake more food.

petco got more white's tree frogs in! it's about damn time. they haven't had any since i bought snowflake and wellington back in september. one was almost full-grown ((MASSIVE)) and the other two were snowflake's size. they have one on reserve for me until friday. probably only because i go there all the time.

the dude ((new guy)) came up with my bag of crickets and as he was tying it off he popped the bag. three dozen small crickets all over the place. i could only laugh. i lost control of all of my bodily functions ((sans bowels)) and fell to the ground laughing. it was basically the best. especially since i embarrassed the fuck out of him. sorry dude. clip your finger nails or learn to suck at tying bags less. i don't know what to tell you.

i can't find my Timequake book. and i don't want to start another one or finish another one. i was really in the mood to finish that tonight.

crazy-dude from last night ((as opposed to the crazy-dudes from every other night)) called me on my way home from petco to hang out again tonight. uhh... how about if i start letting less crazy into my life.

tonight i should hang out with married mike. but the only place we can really hang out is a bar or jupiter house. no bar because it is sober night. no jupiter house because i am avoiding daniel.

::sigh:: i guess this is homebody week.