none of my roommates play guitar. however, someone is clearly playing guitar in my house. odd.

while driving back to my house from the airport the other day, i was scared because i saw fire over the trees. there was a giant burning torch where they used to be scavenging or drilling or whatever the correct terminology is for natural gas. i thought it was going to explode my house. turns out, it's completely safe and had been burning since i left. it was off tonight so i couldn't take a picture. i am now convinced that they do that every time i leave because denton misses me.

yes, that's how i sleep at night.

i want to go to jupiter house tonight, but patrick isn't texting me back and i'm getting a bit upset.

mike stole a dog, so now we have three.

it's okay because colby's neighbors used to hit it.

i took zero pictures in minnesota. so you will have to keep waiting for something interesting to happen.

even if nothing pans out the way i want it to and even though things are miserable now, i am grateful for everything i have in texas. a great place to stay surrounded by amazing people.

interesting night at jupiter. chilled with patrick having mindless idle chatter. mike and james stopped by after the bar drunk with some jack in the box. ((jack in the crack for anyone reading from missouri)) and things turned angry and philosophical. mostly political. but not even a democrat vs. republican way. but how people do or don't have the same opportunities as others depending on birth rights, homelessness, mental illness, etc. some people are just plain ignorant.

james is ignorant. i dislike james.

things got heated to the point that i had to bail.

discussions continued on the calmest of levels over the last of my cigarettes on the front porch with michael.

smoked too much tonight. whatever.

went to jupiter to chill with patrick, and as it turns out... everyone was there. had a good time chillin and talking and being philosophical which is about all you can do late at night at a 24-hour coffee joint.

my work pants look like pajama pants and it makes me look like i have a saggy butt. save money for smaller clothes... then buy a mattress... after the piercings, of course.

apparently when i go home, we are taking family portraits. news to me!!

also, full-on sympathies to sarah for stress fractures that make her unable to run marathons. sorry, hun!

anytime people talk about anyone cheating ((which seems like a regular discussion topic now-a-days)) i feel ridiculously sick to my stomach and become instantly ultra-depressed. when is this going to be over?!? i can't hear from him soon enough.

i drank an iced soy mocha. dan bought me a second... i don't think they used soy milk. i drank half and felt kind of shitty. i hope i don't have to poop all day tomorrow.

patrick jammed to some dylan with me. he knew the words. he gained several cool points.

johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine. i'm on the pavement thinking about the government. A man in a trench coat, badge out, laid off says he's got a bad cough and wants to get paid off. look out, kid. it's something you did. god knows when, but you're doing it again. you better duck down the alley way. looking for a new friend. the man in the coon-skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, but you only got ten. maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot. talking that the heat put plants in the bed but the phone's tapped anyway. maggie says that many say they must bust in early may. orders from the d.a. look out, kid. don't matter what you did. walk on your tip toes. don't tie no bows. better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose. keep a clean nose. watch your plain clothes. you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows. get sick. get will. hang around an ink well. ring bell. hard to tell if anything is going to sell. try hard. get barred. get back. write braille. get jailed. jump bail. join the army if you fail. look out, kid. you're going to get hit. but users, cheaters, six-time users hang around the theaters. girl by the whirl pool is looking for a new fool. don't follow leaders, and watch your parking meters. get born. keep warm. short pants romance. learn to dance. get dressed. get blessed. try to be a success. please her. please him. buy gifts. don't steal. don't lift. twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift. look out, kid. they keep it all hid. you better jump down a manhole and light yourself a candle. don't wear sandals. try to avoid the scandals. don't want to be a bum, you better chew gum. the pump don't work because the vandals took the handle.

((from memory, with only two umms and hmms along the way))

yay home! i'm coming back to minnesota june 8-11. i'm looking to party somewhere on sunday night. preferably allison's?? i don't know. i will call her tomorrow. i would also need a ride to the airport and someone to take me to get pierced. ((woot!)) i miss everyone.

okay. yes. officially done drinking. megan and not drinking are 1-0.

i watched the prestige again tonight with patrick. holy shit!! david bowie was tesla!!! i've seen that movie quite a few times now and that's the first time i noticed.

i know that i JUST said that i wasn't drinking anymore... but...

i went over to drink at patrick's last night. we drank wine. i had three glasses and then threw up four times.

a few days ago i had two windsor-cokes and a glass of wine and threw up twice.

apparently i am no longer allowed to drink wine. and now i am strongly believing that i have to stop drinking now.

ready... go.

i have one line from a bob dylan song running through my head.

yeah for just one moment if you could stand inside my shoes, you'd know what a drag it is to see you.

i am sad.