meet ari!



an incomplete list of things ari likes:

nectarines
rolling in fire ants
turkey sandwiches
bossing me around



an incomplete list on things ari does not like:

bananas
apples
frozen pineapple
being locked in the bathroom





last night was tx's birthday megastravaganza!



i didn't start taking pictures until most people had left, but trust me, shit was hoppin. the guy on the right sells cocox winning lotto tickets.



bathroom photography is now a public forum!



skrit skrit!! scratchin these tracks on my ipod.

and this is an incomplete list of pictures with meanings i have forgotten:





rx should consider being serious professionally.






this was a scary idea.



several minutes after the sprinklers turned on, they kicked us out of the walmart greenhouse. housewares has a curfew too.



and.... that is pee.



Pictures of Then: coming to a fooseball table near you!






i took this picture at what i thought was a red light and almost got hit by a car. worth it.



and now for more ridiculous so ari and i can drink with mAx:

bono is interviewing george clooney on being one of the most influential people in the world. it's one of the cutest things ever, i want them to them run away together, curing the impossible as they disappear in the darfur sunset.




Pictures of Then from minneapolis is playing in denton to((morrow))night. i hope they still think i'm cool. but i'm driving to austin the next am, so no wasted-face... unless they're buying.




and now for an incomplete list of things i have done in my absence:

went to vegas. i did not find a husband, but i did find a lion in my hotel.



looked mostly cute at all times... sort of.



met a cabbie named luca on the way back from the voodoo lounge in the rio. ((gorgeous)). infamously quoted:

luca said:

i'm sick of people hopping in my cab, calling me pedro like they know me. you don't fucking know me. my name's not even pedro; i'm luka. this ain't my cab. i stole this shit!

luca said:

since it's your birthday, baby, next time i'll let you ASK if you can smoke a cigarette BEFORE you get in my cab! twenty-four, you say? that's the age you lose your gag reflex!

luca said:

here's my number, you need some extra dick for these ladies tonight, you give me a call.



((le sigh... oh, luca.))

mahi mahi.





bellagio watershow. every hour, on the hour. they can afford to use all of that water by only using flickering, rape-ready lights in their parking lot.



we made it rain in the streets with all of the naked ladies we collected. this may have also been how we lost our hotel room key...



mAx and i hit a post-vegas depression. i think it was the waking up sober part.



one of my potential husbands: vegas street musician. got his number. didn't remember his name.





i was thinking of some great zingers when i photographed these in the vegas airport, but don't remember any of them. also, we should have stayed at the hotel with the wizard instead of the lion.



we made the airport wall, huzzah!





thought i had an emergency.



became a problem solver.




saw music, some good.


d


finished the semester. 3.66. how hard can YOU rock it?
initiated motions to buy the biggest dog possible.



i made this unappealing pork and mushroom blend into an amazing pasta bruschetta creation that my memory didn't allow me to photograph. i'm over it.


i learned that rutabagas and succotash are both real things. its level of "sufferin'" is debatable, however.




buena suerta, allan, en tus viajes!




y gracias para las bolsas!! me gustaria!

UGH!! i am completely unprepared for today. apparently staying up drinking and playing pingpong doesn't write your papers for you. whatever, teacherx, you don't GET ME!!!!

luckily, i'm going to vegas to win it big. i'm going to buy 51 per cent of denton and change my last name to denton and get buried on the square next to john b. denton and donate my yacht to the city to be put on display inside the courthouse. did you know you can do that? if you win it big enough?

((i will))

also, i am now accepting donations to be gambled away. so if you would like to ride on my prize-yacht, you better act now.

i don't see what the big deal is.



woody, LOOK OUT!



this happens to me every day.

i got a B!

mengtar, don't freak out. you have a paper due and an exam tomorrow on things you know nothing about. don't freak out.



i think i'm trying to touch my eyeball. i thought it was a good field-sobriety test... you know... for agility...

iowa? seriously? i mean, congrats... but really? iowa?



i got a text from cx this evening.

cx said:

so we are at a random party and some guy tried to talk to me. I scanned the room for a way out when he introduced himself and i said "uh... what?" i'm so awkward.



awkward would have been if you then realized you had slept with him prior and it was so bad that you kicked him out of your house half way through so you could pass out in peace... true story.



yep. cue eating disorder until vegas.



momx is right. i'm basically adorable in hats... at all times.



i finally returned mo-x's entourage dvds ((quality)) after not speaking with him for several weeks. he wastedly attempted to lure me upstairs. not falling for it. then he reverted to his old ways of yelling about how strong his feelings are for me and calling me dude 80 times a minute as if that was even possible because "whatever, dude, you're too vindictive to be with a colored man anyway!" i'm not even sure what that means.



his super lives next door. he met up with me in the parking lot to make sure i was okay. i laughed and we had a cigarette.



baseball season is coming, kids... every fan counts!

the help-mengtar-with-her-math party was a SUCCESS! mAx and c-los know how to do my math and ccx makes great drinks. i remain on standby and ask dumb questions. at least we all know our roles.



i didn't contribute much.



is it vegas yet?

saw everyone in the world at the dog park. too anxious to photograph.

the harry potter looking guy that always wears scarves to lou's is at jupiter house. we're pretending we don't know eachother. i hope he doesn't show up to mAx's help-mengtar-with-her-math party later.



table at og said:

you're like a hot mess.

mengtar said:

like dirty sexy? or like when you shit your bed sheets?



how precious, they don't even know color.