do you have 45 minutes? how have you been? i don't care. back to me.



everything here is pre-nye. good luck. i've only given you 24 years. stop being so selfish.



i started going to hippie parties with my former and elder roommate lx. apparently when you bring someone that is a non-hippie, offensive, drunk, and under 30 years old, your popularity goes up 6 fold.

but these gigs are very hippie. discussing the bourgeoisie of seeds. owning the patent of seeds. copyrighting seeds. and keeping the origins of seeds secret. i didn't really understand it. ask your local hippie if you have 2 hours to spare. no one will talk about it here after the great hippie seed dispute of 2009...




driving home i saw 5 turkeys in my neighbors yard. they started eating some roadkill. then i realized they were actually vultures and that i'm retarded.



i moved out of dx's house. he's the only one i miss of the three. how can you dislike someone with friends this adorable?




i had some disagreements with a guy i was infanatically hopeful about. shortly before i left for xmas, we got into a heated argument over toilet paper and slammed doors. neither of which were present. needless to say, that tie has been cut, contact was made only to retrieve my obnoxiously orange hat. ((also read: no more tj's pizza, art fusion, or rubber gloves at all for that matter... le sigh))




made it back to the north country for the holidays. an awkward mix of pleasant and obnoxious. but far from pleasantly obnoxious. that's how i describe texas. being home is always a weird mix of guilt and inadequacy. though i don't feel it's uncommon, it doesn't make it easy.



i caught roughly ten thousand crappes... kept five. you're welcome, rice, minnesota.




and a big 'ol hug and thanks and love to dadx for being in charge of the baiting and filleting. that's boy work.



and an overdue reunion with the now-sober... sorta cxpx. we traded hats. i don't know.



cxpx picked up some dirty cross-dressing habits down in south padre.



the xmas loot was bountiful and also involved the awarding of the 2o09 pumpkin carving contest victor! this prestigious award is passed from the incumbent to the victor in as willing or unvoluntary manner as seen fit...









i revived my gayness for delis. maple chicken with pepperjack cheese on whole wheat jewish seeded rye... le sigh...



i'm about as gay for those deli sandwiches as i was for that spec of rainbow left of the sun.



started liking-but-far-from-seeing best friend's old roommate s-ox.... okay so we drunk-cuddled on like 4 different couches... a more awkward situation than the early homeboy phase. okay, i should bail now. i get it.
UPDATE:: he's 36 and lives with his dad. BAIL!




and this is me now. strung-out, long-haired, and fat-faced. it's all rosy skies and blue tomorrows from here.



what?

textbook humor:

"If you stood in direct sunlight on Mercury, you would hear your spacesuit's cooling system cranking up to top speed as it tried to keep you cool. Daytime temperatures can exceed 800F.... If you stepped into shadow on Mercury or took a walk at night, with no atmosphere to distribute heat, your spacesuit heaters would strufflt to keep you warm. The surface can cool to -280F. Nights on Mercury are bitter cold. Don't go to Mercury in a cheap spacesuit."

Seeds, Michael A. The Solar System. 6th ed. Belmont: Thomson Brooks/Cole, 2008. Print.

thanks for the advice.

tx is an artist and poet.

he and i frequent all of denton's coffee houses.

coffee homes.

we always hug, but rarely speak. it's a nice relationship we have. despite our lack of socializing, we typically share a table. i pretend not to notice that he sings under his breathe... but i like it.

quite comforting for such a chaotic night.

coffee homes. how nice.

dear jason lee,
why would you ever leave me? i forgive you, but never do it again. come back, so we can rekindle our love.
love, mengtar.




ps... i saw jason lee.



in other news, i have officially escaped the icy grip of business calculus.

i'm home between classes drinking beer and eating cheese. the only other thing in the house is moldy bread, spoiled milk, and 4-day old red wine. this is my best bet at a well-balanced meal. diverse, albeit.



((not mine... but i need to start painting again))



momx had a birthday on friday. i made her a birthday cake. then ate it. we all loved it.









more fun with dogs!!!!!





i've been listening to a lot of npr, i'd tell you my favorite part, but my roommate is in his room yelling in a british accent. this is not out of the ordinary. this morning i heard another roommate "pleasing himself" in the shower. moaning and an "oh, you dirty thing" and disgusting and i almost threw up. i showed up to class 20 minutes early so i wouldn't have to look at him when he got out of the shower. no eye contact for a month.



TOMATO SOUP!



the beer is out of shot... don't worry.

this whimsical wonder is sitting behind the new coffee shop on fry street that i drunk applied for a job last week. i'm not sure if it's a hookah, furnace, or a lamp.



yeah, i'd say that i'm a pretty suite eff. haha. get it? whatever. you don't get it.



remember these guys?

from the cold war missile base? pretty awesome. lizards and skulls.

for life.



so mnax mailed me an unknown card/letter/package last week... i vaguely recall receiving a text message from him asking my current address. and i even more vaguely may or may not remember returning the text...

but i apparently did...

but that didn't stop him from sending my unknown card/letter/package to my brooklake address rather than the current...

guess i won't be getting that one...

nah, i'm scheming up a break-in.



and welcome back to town Consider the Source!



this is actually Little Big Horn, with Gabe the double-necker from CtS... but all is well. amazing show by both bands.





is it bballa in here, or is it just me?

my new hobby is neglecting my writing and making ten thousand drafts and never finalizing, reviewing, editing, or POSTING any of them... but here is an incomplete list of things i've done...



i found a snail on my patio. hello, my new friend. i almost captured him to put in a jar with a stick and a leaf... but i already cannot afford to feed the pets that i have let alone myself... so my apologies, dear comrade, but you must remain feral. alas, the recession remains.

that felt like poetry.



ingredients for wild rice hotdish... caffeine, beer, and a magical recipe box.



who needs clean dishes?



i prefer the smell-check anyway.



i call this segment, "cutting onions: remix"






fin.



i'm currently laying in bed at 5am after a sleepless night listening to my 30-year-old roommate throw up in my bathroom... this is why i don't shower daily.




mushroom fields forever




my vomit-witholding roommates didn't approve of the praying mantis sanctuary in the kitchen... so he was released to the wild.