happy birthday, homeboy!








and now for an incomplete list of mengtar's likes:

scarves.
obnoxiously large sunglasses.
taking photos.
drinking in the daytime.
photos that i am in.
wrestling with dogs.
best friends.
live music.
recorded music.
blogs that are mine.
things that are frogs.
making soup.

headlights and headlice sound alike but are much different.

boros is back in town. you know what that means? cookies. also, we will go back to the flying saucer in addison before his departure.

mengtar was all kinds of different sorts last night. best friends tend to do that to her.

i met up with best friend at cool beans and the guy who i watched change his shirt in his car who is also is congratulations was playing a keyboard and singing ((complete bballa style)) some kickin shit like ween and gomez, who i have recently taken an extreme liking to.

best friend and i danced our best friend dance and got some non-ballers to dance with us and that was almost just annoying because then they were blocking the view of some of the best friend and mengtar dance fan viewers. whatever.

i ran into jxlx who i hadn't seen in ages and i returned the shot that he bought me forever ago. we also briefly discussed some shizz that may currently or may about to go down.

also, i talked to strangers and they were girls even! look out, fry street, this won't happen again for months at least.

bitches need to call back so i know they're not gashed and raped in gutters. the both of yas!

here is an incomplete list of mengtar's dislikes:

poor tippers.
non-ballers.
falling bra straps.
doing laundry.
anything with spiderlegs.
being cold.
stuttering.
anyone's voice that doesn't sound like the smash brothers announcer... MELEE!
deceivers.
things that aren't sharks.

mengtar got off work around 1130 and tried out 8 outfits before going out for her patty's day celebrations. it was for the best.

tried out hooligans. bore-central5000.

boiler room was obviously the better choice. plus her bff got her a couple shots of whiskey ((total faves5000)) and bitched about homeboy for a good few minutes. mildly entertaining. also, the roommates and company had to wait in line a good five or so minutes while mengtar got on in per her vip status. go mengtar.

i guess that is all.

nope, i was also locked inside the jupiter house bathroom and released by co-worker jxdx who has complete bballa status by default.

and officially that is all.

amazing. thank you, pat neshek.

it's not porn, it's business.

hungoverlor!!!!!!

i woke up in a world of pain and stupor and ever-so-slowly got ready for work.

i threw up flourescent yellow and it was actually kind of pretty.

last night ax was upset because she broke up with jx three weeks ago and he is ((already)) fucking other girls. i thought he would have been fucking other girls sooner, but hey. she was upset and it wasn't my place to judge her on that. she thinks that after being dumped, you should give the dumper a month and a half to get over you before you, the dumpee, sleep with other people. right.

but she's great.

my attic creature is moderately active today.

i got sent home from work for being entirely too awesome... and because they scheduled two people for the patio. poor dx was not happy about that...

dx said:

hey, let's play hand-clap games until we get a table outside.

mengtar said:

you mean, until YOU get a table outside.

dx:

what? wait... NO!! HOW?! UGH!!!!! i HATE you.

mengtar giggles uncontrollably and disappears into the fog. how mysterious. whatever.

so that means that i get to have birthday dinner with homeboy's family in lewisville and not drink because i'm pretty sure it would kill me.

also, self-guilt trip prelude to the real guilt trip that homeboy is going to give me later... i left the door unlocked last night so he could come over after he was done at the bar. since my roommates don't really stay out late, this has never been an issue. apparently that was not the case last night. cx came home after me and locked the door. homeboy showed up a half hour later and couldn't get in, called me a million times and i was drunklor-sleeping and then he had to drive all the way home. ((sorry, kiddo))

menggtar got pulled over while drunklor after finishgin a bottle of wine and a few beers solo for a burne outd headlight. probablly should haver been arreswted for at least breathalized but was hardky questioned and barely insureance=checked but whatever. sh's got whatevers on er plate and is beyond ready for bed.

gnight moon.

while catching jiminees i had a scary realization.

crickets have spiderlegs!

not their back jumping legs, but they're other regular walking legs. just like spiders.

once i noticed, a cricket jumped up and touched my face. i wasn't planning on showering, but i had to shower off the spiderlegs.

i showered and put on my new underwear and it looked like this.



i don't think my camera is capable of focusing anymore... so it's an almost positive that i will be getting a new camera. or maybe i will wait it out til post-birthday and remain hopeful? we'll see how patient i can be with this tax return in my pocket.

a HUGE fly just flew out of my blinds and is now buzzing around my room. i hope flies don't have spiderlegs or we might have a surprise with the next utility bill.

i think i may as well have just live-blogged everything the past two days.

also, homeboy, if you come over before i get off work, there is a cup on the bathroom floor with a cricket underneath. he is not to be released under any circumstances. he has the worst spiderlegs of them all!

also, i have remisplaced my camera cord. help a baller out.

update: i found my camera cord and four more crickets.

mengtar's thursday list of things to do.

allow several crickets to escape... check.
not have sex... check.
wake homeboy for class on... check.
go back to sleep... check.
wake up to homeboy using me for my shower... check.
still not get any... check.
sit in bed doing online crossword puzzles naked waiting for all the crickets to come running out... in progress.
work at four thirty... we'll see...

on with the hunt!

i'm going to dinner with my girlfriend and then drinking wine and i hope to take a thousand good pictures and debate on whether or not i should trash my camera and get a new one that can take a quality picture without using the flash.

or if someone can tell me how to use my own camera, that would be baller too.

happy mengtar photo catchup day!

there is a definite possibility that something is wrong with snowflake this morning. he croaked at me for a solid five minutes after homeboy left. apparently i will not be falling back to sleep, though i don't work for another threepointfive hours.





then he stared at me for a solid half hour. just staring at me. occasionally he would open his mouth like he was going to start croaking again... but didn't. then he just turned around and walked away, but i swear he shook his head first. he didn't even hop away. he WALKED away... not upright, but definitely walked.

i'm not over it.






i met homeboy up at jupiter house last night to dick around on our computers and do crosswords and watch him study and such. we were approached by three wonderously dressed gents saying they were from out of town and were playing at andy's at 10... it was 9.50...

i was FAR too distracted by their attire to be able to think up a legit response, so i let homeboy play that role. curlyhaired guitarist guy had a floral button-up that rivaled my living room curtains under a jean jacket and longhaired singer guy had some sweet white leather kicks that i hope to god were italian, just because he's cool enough to say it and be completely awesome, aka not a prick. bassist dude that looked like boros had a vest. i love vests and i think i need one... now. i could pull off a good dyke vest with me new haircut. fo sho.

they are called Band LeGrand. ((still giggling))




we checked out their site so we didn't waste our time breaking the study routine ((that had hardly started)) and they seemed... interesting... so we packed up and went to andys. there weren't many other people there. ((five or six?)) and i think some of them were in other bands for that night...

it's got to be a rough gig touring through denton to do a small show on a tuesday...

more people had gathered by the end of their set, but they were still plenty energetic throughout. amazing performers.

also, they had a legit piano and amps that looked like they were from 1976.




the singer played some mean pianer on about half of the songs. also, he had a wicked profile with large nose that hooks downward and a chin that jutts out to his nose. awkwardly amazing. their finale was the song we had heard on their website. this is the jam. go listen to it. it ends with some wicked piano that was played with an oldschool george washingtonesque wig. ((badass!!))

also, he played while standing on his stool and did jumps and flips off his piano.

it was a fucking intense show.

band legrand.

do it.

also, i bought tom robbin's latest book wild ducks flying backward and can't wait to sit and read it. i should really finish reading my other vonnegut, but i don't think i can stand sitting inside at jupiter and i should really just grab my book and sit outside because it's beautiful outside and i feel like i'm wasting it.

done and done.

oh yeah, i got free underwear too. let's see how this works out.

also, bballamike, sorry i missed you playing at the garage last night. i didn't get your voicemail til after work and homeboy was writing up a heavy lab report and i just wanted to watch who framed roger rabbit because on the new og shitty music soundtrack they have an old frank sinatra song that i couldn't figure out how i knew it but i only knew the line "although i know it's strictly taboo" but the rest of the song wasn't familiar at all and then i figured out that in the ending battle between eddie valiant and judge doom ((after you find out he's a toon)) eddie pulls out the singing sword and it's frank sinatra and that's the line he sings...

mengtar just scored an all new low on the excuses used to not see bballamike play meter... 4.

but she also just scored a possible all-time high on the longest run-on sentences ever used in her blog meter... 122.

mengtar's day off work equaled a day of productivity... as far as her standards go...

i got a hair cut! and i didn't do it myself! i paid a visit to vx at soho salon and told her to do whatever she wanted as long as it's short. we gossiped and giggled about everything denton. i can probably count the girls in denton that are cool enough for me to associate with on one hand... though i can currently only think of three, i'll leave the other two as a buffer for people i'm forgetting about... ((cx, sx, vx... yep... that's it))

semi-bearded guy at jupiter made me a soy mocha with real chocolate instead of the chocolate syrup. not super chocolatey, but damn good. thanks, semi-bearded guy! and the long-haired guy that is always super-appreciative when you leave a tip is here too. what a good day for jupiter house!

semi-bearded guy is always trying to ask me to try different things. last time i wanted him to make me a mocha shake with peanut butter ((and was feeling worlds of not-daring-enough)) he asked if i had ever tried "the scientist".

a lesson i learned long ago... never pay for a coffeehouse beverage with the words "vegan, grass, or scientist". maybe next week. apparently there is coconut in it. last time i had coconut in my mocha, i was also not happy about it.

oh yeah, the better half of j and l too.

homeboy has been having an overly stressful and unhappy week with exams and lab reports and the like. his birthday is in 8 days. i would like to do something nice but i already blew all my creativity at christmas. anyone? homeboy? bueller? whatever.

i got my oil changed ((because i think the last time i did it myself was a complete failure since the oil light came on a week later and it was empty... oops)) and i definitely won the best hair award of the kwik kar on university and bonnie brae. i think they said my award will be shipped within 5-10 business days. thanks, vx.

march, 28th: rocky horror at the movie tavern. someone remind me when the time gets closer.

also, mengtar may be making a boiler room cameo tonight. some metal show.

also, while i was getting my hair cut, vx and i were gossiping about dx and five minutes later he appeared! it was awkward because i think he's starting to figure out that i don't like him... and vx doesn't like him anymore, but now she is stuck giving him a complete bleach job tonight. maybe she'll get lucky and he'll ask for a legit haircut so we won't have to look at his curly mop-head anymore.

i'm live-blogging from jupiter house and this guy i had sex with a couple times walked in and sat at a table facing directly towards me no more then 15 feet away. he's going to look up eventually and want to talk and it's going to be extremely uncomfortable. maybe i'll get lucky and someone i absolutely hate but didn't sleep with come in and chat me up. hoping for bff...

le sigh...

i woke up to no alarm in a comfortable, but atypical half-cuddle. i must have been dreaming i was elsewhere because it took a good twenty minutes before realizing my surroundings that were nothing but typical.

same bed. same boy.

so what's the problem?

as i came to, i felt myself turn insecure and vulnerable and sexually frustrated5000.

i'm sorry i couldn't wake up happy next to you this morning. it's going to be a long day.

((and good luck on your exam))

red dwarf equals effing hilarious.

i start my og togo training this week!

i got a mad splinter and i tried to pull it out and just broke off the end that was sticking out. great.

i woke up this morning with a no-longer-bleeding vagina and ready to jump a certain homeboy. but in his ever-so-snail-like wake-up, he realized it was 11 and was supposed to be working. biggest. disappointment. ever.

but then i got to sleep an extra hour and wake up to homeboy'smom'sx fresh blueberry muffins. fuck. yes.

i toast, therefore i am.

i wish i was at sxsw.

mengtar is feeling particularly crazy lately... look out...

red made my jupiter house mocha shake with peanut butter especially thick today. loving it.

bballa mike was hit by a car on his new motorcycle. no bueno. he's okay. fucked some ribs and the bike... but okay.

hearing the news made my heart sink as i am the mistress of what-if syndrome. i've come to accept my losses as of late, but anything more would put me over the edge and would officially be filed under "things mengtar is incapable of dealing with right now and could cause her to emotionally detach herself from human relationships even more than she already has." that file folder is quite large and has an extremely long tab...

you say that bff hates me because you're not sleeping with anyone else. i think you hate it more than she does.

there is a training class at the og with yet ANOTHER mengtar. this will be the third mengtar at the og. seriously unnecessary. seriously.

however, i had some fun at work today. first, i danced. a lot. poorly ((as i am incapable of dancing otherwise))

also, i had a trainee shadowing me. and he is a transfer from one of our partner restaurants. as he already had a feel for the system, i was able to sit back and bark orders and make wonderfully dry and overly sarcastic remarks the whole time. when he laughed i told him to shut his mouth while talking to me.

i was phased from my shift shortly after og trainer ex told me that we were done with the shadowing. i joked that she should have held out an extra ten minutes so i could have made him clean my section. she didn't think that was a horrible idea, so i had 3 rookies clean my section while i continued sitting back and barking orders and making wonderfully dry and overly sarcastic remarks the whole time.

i had them clean trivial things that we are supposed to do, but never actually get done like wiping down the chairs and checking for gum and things on the underside of the tables and wiping the railings and window sills for dust. oh fun!

while ex and i sat back and watched them do my job, i asked if i could just fuck with them a little bit. ex is getting old in her age and cares less than she should. when they returned from doing my job, i told them to grab a wet rag ((which they replied with "what's a raayyig?" fuck you non-minnesotans)) and wipe down the stone wall behind the family table... fun.

ex and i sat immediately behind them giggling. i love myself.

more on everything as of late later. smokes then homeboys.

done and done.

i worked from 11.30 until around 2 when the official call was made to close the restaurant. seriously? i mean, i agreed that it was necessary, but it still trips me out that they close the city down when it snows.

texas doesn't have snowplows and i would vote against that.

every table ordered soup and salad. i made ten dollars.

how many of my bills can i pay with ten dollars? none.

LOST is on!

after discussing this weeks episode with mAx, i will give everyone my complete analyzation that you never wanted to hear.

but for now, i get to tredge the ice and snow and drive to lake dallas to play guitar hero. worth it? sure.