Hot Dog @ MindSay

I have been thinking today about something I haven't eaten since I was 8 or 10 -- the magnificent Salad Dog. This coleslaw-topped hot dog was served at a now-defunct restaurant my dad used to take me to when I was small; he would usually order the "hot hamburg sandwich," which was basically a slice of bread topped with a hamburger patty and gravy, served with peas and mashed potatoes. I haven't encountered either item on a menu outside of Nova Scotia. I can't even remember the name of the restaurant, which changed hands several times and has now been converted into a house -- only that it was frequented by flannel-shirt-and-work-boot-wearing local lobster fishermen like my dad. You could see into the kitchen through a cafeteria-style window and the bathroom area was partitioned off with a divider fashioned from some sort of wavy green plastic. I think they may have served customers car-hop style as well.

But back to salad dogs -- some friggin' good.

Confession: I just broke a nail trying to pry two frozen hot dogs apart. This is why I don't cook.

Don't even ask why I'm eating a hot dog at 11am. The Drummer does all the cooking, and simply can't understand why I won't eat if he's not here to feed me. Case in point. My jagged, hanging by a thread fingernail.

I have no inspiration today. Excuse me while I go polish off the rest of the frozen mangoes. Can't hurt myself on those now can I?

 

haha, so mallory got drunk last night- yes, a thursday night. there's a first for everything. the quad down the hall from me had a party, and i joined in the festivities. after i finished my spanish hw of course- i'm not that bad of a student. only hard liquor this time around- no fucking beer. i had jose cuervo tequila for the first time, some bacardi silver tangerine stuff that was actually pretty good tasting (but it was only 5%), raspberry vodka, and some stuff that tasted like chocolate. i got pretty drunk, but not too bad. i also drank a couple cans of coke along with it all. went to bed at 2:30am after sobering up for a while and woke up at 6:30am with a medium headache, took a shower, and went to class.

cade picked me up at 10:30 at willvill and drove me to common era, a funky clothes store on pearl street, so i could buy something for my costume. who knew a tank top would cost $30, but i bought it b/c i think cade was getting a little antsy to leave (hehe funny) and i didn't want to take too long. then we had lunch at mustard's last stand. it was ok, but i'm not really a hot dog fanatic, and it's really only worth it if you puts lots of stuff on it. i only take my hot dog with ketchup. and that cost $3. big spender today. then i hauled ass to cell bio lecture- yay jeanne :) writing class got cancelled (woo!). so now i'm waiting for some samples to finish running in the lab. probably go to target when it's done to get some stuff. then call lily for some more costume help.

the other day, i had left a reply window up...

dad and jesse were in my room...what i failed to realize until a bit later, is that jesse was reading what was on the monitor...

i dunno if he was aware that this is mindsay.com, but i think he now knows that my username is wenros...

now i am going back to EVERY SINGLE ENTRY and making it classmate and online contacts only...

this sucks...at first i was in a privacy act cause one of my closest friend, who i consider at times my boyfriend *without telling him of course* johnny  is on here...and i don't want him to get hurt or offended by any of the things i did in the past...so i wouldn't write what i really wanted to let out...

and now, now that my brother might know about this, it EXTREMELY SUCKS ASS!!!

i hate hiding stuff from people, but apparently, it's something i am good at...

Lately I've been thinking about picking up where I left off sometime last year. With life that is. I have done nothing productive in the past year.
So Jocelyn and I went to the bar. I know what you're thinking, not very productive right? Maybe not, but it was something normal.
So off we went in our little skirts and hooker boots, to Diego's, which is the greatest bar within walking distance. (and it has a smoking section)
Apparently, spending so much time high and not enough time with my dear friend, vodka, I've forgotten how silly it can make me.
The night began by Jocelyn deciding we had to have a shooter. Followed by approximately fifteen drinks. After this was said and done, we thought it would be fun to get up on stage and start dirty dancing, which resulted in us being sandwiched inbetween two (very cute) boys. At this point we decided to openly announced we were lesbians.
Jocelyn is a bad influence.
As the night progressed, I am under the assumption that I progressively got sluttier. By the end of the night I had made out with exactly one boy and one girl and had given my number out to boy in question.
This is where the dilemma comes, but I'll get to that later.
So at bar close we left and decided we had to have a hotdog. After having said hotdog (it was the best hotdog I've ever had and I don't even like hotdogs) We somehow crawled home, falling several times along the way.
Upon arrival at home, we made Ernie (Jocelyn's boyfriend) order beer and he payed fifty dollars for a case of twenty cans or something to that effect. We had one each. And then we tried to wake up our cute nieghbor. It didn't work. The last thing I remember is thinking, "I want a pepsi".
Maybe I should lay off the alcohol.
To make matters worse, the boy who was lucky enough to not only stick his tongue in my mouth, but get my number, phoned me.
Here's the thing. I have no idea what his name is. He has phoned twice since the night in question and I have narrowed it down to Gavin or Chad.... I think. Not only that, he wants to take me out this week, and all I can remember about him is he was cute. I remember no descriptive details and wouldn't know him from a hole in the ground if he walked right into me.
The worst part is I agreed to go out with him.
With my lack of moral fiber already under serious examination, I wonder if I should join a convent.