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.

today would be a nice day for sidewalk chalk had i not burned the shit out of myself watching drum corps yesterday. fuck.

it was worth it though. the blue stars are sounding great. i would give anything to have played a pit book like that. i loved the book in 03 and 05. the others were okay. whatever. i'm over it. FCO!!! percussion videos are on their way. stay tuned.



daniel, kennedy, caleb and i watched them rehearse the whole day at UNT. everyone was really excited to see me ((minus one)) and had pretty much the exact same reaction: "megan, you look so great!... but... you're soo white!" i laughed.

apparently michael, mario and michael ann tried making an appearance but were turned away by a staff member who said it was a closed rehearsal... apparently alumni and friends are an exception? because there were a lot of people watching. lame-os.

chade griffe gave me big hugs and said, "if it's any consolation, thanks to your friends in the guard, every girl in the corps absolutely hates them both and all of the rookies know who you are because they've been told stories about how cool you are. we're all on your side." i wish luke holliger had been there also. i miss him too.



afterwards john and i were finally able to sit down and talk. i only cried a little bit. i still love him, even though i've accepted that it's done. i miss him tons.

i also took the visual staff on a beer run to the beer barn. fun fun.



got my ass handed to me in darts at ur moms with travis. i will win one day. one day....

i have my own catch phrase now: suck dick and drum.

what about it.



now i will go pick up some kfc to eat at wing pit with cathy and read a book drinking dollar drafts ((after 6p))

apparently i have a problem or a conscience or morals or something now. i was supposed to fuck walker on friday. couldn't. i was in a funk. then last night travis came over ((which was awesome)) and that is the story i will tell now:

the metal band we were supposed to see went on at ur mom's at 9p. the olive garden closes at 11p. however, i got the lucky last table at 10.55p. fuckers. so i didn't leave until almost midnight. i met travis at dan silver leaf. apparently that band was lame, so we walked to hooligans. good times.

drank lots of whiskey. chatted it up with travis.

went home ((with travis)) and we watched the original teenage mutant ninja turtles movie on vhs. ((i bet drunks quoting movies all drunklor gets pretty obnoxiouslor when you're sober))

but for some reason, i couldn't fuck him either. so we just had to fall asleep on my futon. which makes me feel bad because the last time i saw him i had just been complaining about how boys don't put out anymore. and then i get two cool guys dropped on me two nights in a row and for some reason i back down. weird. maybe i need to be more drunk and less tired or something. whatever.

what's with me today?

what's with today, today?

also, i still haven't found anyone to go to the metal show with me tomorrow at ur moms.

maybe because this is how the conversation usually goes.

mengtar says:

hey, want to go to a metal show tomorrow?

anyonex says:

maybe, where is it?

mengtar says:

ur moms.

anyonex says:

whatever.

dan has a goal of hooking me up with every barely eligible guy in denton. so far he is 0-4. not the best record, even worse than my fantasy baseball stats.

one was two days ago at jupiter. he told me i was hot and adorable all night and that i should drink at his place ((even though it was already 3am.)) ten minutes later he started talking about his 2 year old son. uhh... no. then he started talking to this guy that walked out of the coffee shop. i turned around and it was walker. a former black eyed pea bartender. i asked walker if i should go over to his place. he laughed a bit and said that he was looking out for his girl, and i should definitely not go over. i laughed.

the last one was last night at ur moms after we did the fry-street crawl for mike and big momma's birthdays. at least he has good taste in the appearance spectrum. this guy was okay in his pick-up lines. later vic, a former movie tavern cook, came to the bar to say hi. i started talking to him and dan's pick pulls me over and whispers in my ear, "babe, you're too adorable to be talking to niggers." to which i reply "that's why we don't hang out." turns out he had spent the last five years in prison. later i made travis save me to get me the fuck away from that guy. i saw a bunch of movie tavern people that remembered me and it was cool. drank lots. the end.

michael ann and i came upon a striking discovery today. one: italics are okay. two: drinking at the house is LAME.

so after a drink, we went out to lou's.

played the ring toss game with a couple guys and they bought us drinks. it was alright. even though they were also slightly lame but not quite as lame as the people i live with. but whatever. it was company and free drinks.