Knowing that the FedEx man was bringing my Tiger to me today, I had to go to the bank and deposit the check from my post below. Roommate and I went to Jalapeno’s for lunch, got home and of course, the FedEx man tried to deliver my Tiger to me. So I dropped William off and went to play with Shawn since he had a few errands to run. We visited the gay book-store “Out There” in Westport and I found more devil duckies!! YAY!!! So today I got Tigers AND duckies! The lion (the esteemed Mr. Bigglesworth) is also pictured below, along with Shawn (one of the esteemed Cubbies & one of the four Usual Suspects) & my new devil duckies!

Since I am currently not working and rely on the First National Bank of Mom to pay for my bills, etc. until I can get an arrangement made with my Uncle who controls the money I want to use to pay for my education. I had the following conversation with my mother today:

kangamini: My bank is going to start disliking me
kangamini: I have a $202.50 balance in my checking account and somehow a $-203.43 balance in my savings for a grand total of I owe them $.93
kangamommy: what happened to the money I sent you?
kangamommy: surely you haven’t spent it all already
kangamini: I haven’t been to the bank yet
kangamommy: are you procrastinating again?
kangamini: No, its just a hassle to get to the bank from where I am to deposit a check.
kangamini: Do you offer direct deposit ?

I related this conversation to my friend Mike and he replied:
Mike says: (12:41:20 PM)
oh….you are not right. that poor woman. she’s gonna get a house on the hill in heaven because of you

HehEHehEHehEhEhe

I’m sitting at my coffee table happily doing my homework, when the roommate (the ones that turns off all the lights on me) comes home. As he walks through the living room he goes to all the blinds and one by one closes them. I observe this, chuckle to myself and then ask him “Why do you come home and close all the blinds?” He replies “I don’t like people looking in and seeing me.” “But they can see in during the day just as easily” I reply. “I don’t mind it then.”

Now that he has closed the blinds he grabs something to drink and goes downstairs into the basement. Where no one can see him.

The beasts in the following image are not what they seem.


These are not what are commonly referred to as cats, kitties, gatos, neko, pussy cats, fuzzies, pussies, dogs or even Felis silvestris catus.

They are carbon based. They are furry. They are quadro-pedal organisms. They are poop factories.

The Tiger has shipped.

Hey Kids

Update on the paper - I got it done (7 pages total) and was up until 5:30 AM working on it. Yay College! No idea when I will get a grade back on it, but I really don’t care. I have a 96% in the class, when the class average is 66%. I am not kidding either.

I wish my Chemistry grade was better.. I’ve been struggling in Chem II and The best I can hope for at this point is a C unless I can pull off some miracle on my final (20% of my overall grade). So not all hope is lost. I think…

…Today in my Photography class we did a critique - and the teacher really liked what I put up but scolded me for having gone out and shot lately. I need more paper too, but its getting close to the end of the semester and I don’t want to buy too much otherwise I will likely never use it again.

There was much drama in my Photo class. One of the girls is causing drama because her boyfriend was making out with another girl, who is best friends with a second girl who is in our class. So DramaGirl is trying to persuade everyone to hate on the other girl. Ugh. DramaGirl is total Shawnee Mission East trash. What’s funny about it, is DramaGirl’s now Ex-Boyfriend tried to break up with her previously, but she threatened to kill herself if he did. So then he waited a week until she was in Florida then did something that would cause her to break up with him. And I thought being GAY meant there was too much drama to keep track of. Straight girls are PSYCHO!!

If you’re a regular reader you have heard me mention a kid in my Communications class whom I have labeled ADD Asian Kid (ADDAK). Well on Monday we “presented” our papers, which basically meant we talked about what we learned, yadda, yadda, yadda. After class ADDAK comes up to me and says “Hey, how do know if you’re gay?” First off - not only did this catch me COMPLETELY OFF GUARD but he also said it in the middle of a crowded hallway. *sigh* So I tried to explain to him, but I don’t think I did it very well. He admitted to me that he finds some men attractive. I resisted saying “Well, you know you are gay if you like sucking dick” since that might seem a little too crass to someone who may or may not be dealing with feelings that they are unsure of. I’ve known I was attracted to guys since I was in junior high. But I didn’t tell a soul (when I was sober, but that story will never be told here) until I was in college. I suggested that he hit up the Collective Mind (Google) for some pages on helping youth who are questioning their sexuality. I hope he finds the answers he is looking for.

Sunday afternoon I spent a few hours over at Shawn and Patrick’s place for an impromptu BBQ that they had. Lots of people showed up, and I fully intended on taking pictures with my digital camera but I completely forgot to take it inside. I ended up having a few beverages, which may explain why it took me so long to type my paper

Things I forgot to mention in previous posts:

Friday: After the concert, the Usual Suspects (Shawn, Patrick, Andy, Alan) and I decided to meet up for some beverages since the Hollywood Room was not serving anything stronger than Mt. Dew. The first bar we went into was Tom Foolerie’s. Now normally this wouldn’t have been a problem except I walked in, saw someone sitting close to the front door and immediately turned around. I must have had an unpleasant look on my face because Patrick laughed and said “Yeah, I see him too.” So Patrick and I decided that the crowd at TF’s was too tragic for us, and we went outside and informed Shawn and A&A of our decision. Shawn recommended another bar, which we walked too and discovered was soo full of JOCO bow-heads and ex-jocks-with-pot-bellies and deemed that crowd tragic as well. We ended up having drinks at Old Chicago.

The Usual Suspects ordered fruity frozen beverages and I got a manly Bud Light (crazy when I’m the only person ordering a BUTCH drink.. lol). Well Andy commented that the only way our drinks could get any more queer than they already were was if they had fruit and parasols in them. So the next time our waiter stopped by our table, he brought Andy of artfully arranged pineapple slices and cherries!! Our waiter was either family, or family friendly. I left him a nice tip for being a good sport either way.

Saturday Night/Sunday Morning:

The dreams I had after Saturday evening’s drinking were quite odd. Seeing a band concert, and worrying about graduating from JCCC and all that led to a very odd dream involving Shawn, Patrick and myself all in some strange High School thing where we were in a marching band. It was very disorienting, but not nearly as odd as a dream that I had a few weeks ago. I will have to finish my blog-post on that train-wreck of a dream sometime soon. It was that weird.

Walking to the library the other day to do some research, I saw this bumper sticker and almost threw up into my mouth a little bit:


Feh!!!

Last night is a good reason why I should not be let out on my own without supervision.

I hopped in my MINI and met up with the Cubbies at their house. Patrick is in the Mid America Freedom Band - which is essentially a Big Gay Band. Its very cute! The performance was at the Paseo Academy, which is Shawn’s Alma Mater. So Shawn was busy getting all squirrelly-girlie over “going home” and I was busy just trying not to get us car-jacked.

Once we got there - to my pleasure - I saw Presten who is one of the most super cuddly nice guys that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Presten is one of those people that once you meet him you fall in love with him because he is a genuinely good person with a fantastic outlook and the biggest heart you will ever find. Luvshim!!

The Big Gay Band’s performance was pretty good. I did, however, have the desire to remove the oboe player and stab her with her reed. She just wasn’t in tune well enough methinks. After the concert they had a Cookie and Punch reception and I mingled and had a chance to catch up with Presten and meet a few other people. I was almost recruited for the Big Gay Band - I thought I had an out when I told them I don’t have a tuba of my own - then they told me “we JUST happen to have an extra tuba!” (me <-- not amused) I told them it would be impossible for me to join since I would a) be moving (hopefully) very soon (before the next concert) so that I really wouldn't be helping them out in any way and b) refused to sit next to the other tuba player. To call the bands tuba player an asshole would be an insult to all the assholes of the world. Post concert Shawn, Patrick and I decided to go to Bar Natasha for a cocktail. Oh child - let me tell you - Kanga will *not* be going back there until he has won the lottery or has a job again. The one martini I had set me back $10! Add in the tip and the cover charge, my ONE beverage cost me $13. (me <-- not amused). When we finally found a seat and the cute waitress came up and asked us if we needed anything, I politely said "Sorry honey, my booze budget for this bar got blown on the first drink" she seemed to understand. I was the most under-dressed person at this bar too - in my cargo shorts and hoodie sweatshirt, while everyone else had on the kind of clothes that someone who can afford 4 or 5 $10 martini's would wear. *sigh* After Natasha, we did not know what we wanted to do. So as we stood in the parking lot discussing what was next, two bar-friends showed up (ugh, in a PT Cruiser - they're nice guys so I will just assume they diddn't know better). They were on their way to the Dixie Belle for the KC Pioneers leather gathering that was going on. So guess where we went? Good job! Once we got into the bar, you could SMELL the leather and testosterone in the air. And that was just from the table of lesbians sitting near the front door. Once we got upstairs to the trucker bar (so named because the cab to a semi-truck mounted to the wall) the combination of leather, testosterone and cigars was just too much for Patrick and he started making these odd animal grunts. It was good times ;) I had gone from being terribly under-dressed to being very OVER dressed. (All those stereo types of gay men and leather? They're true.) Which brings me to the hurricanes. In the patio section at the DB they had one of those frozen-beverage machines. In it were margaritas and hurricanes. The last hurricane I had was at NV on St. Patricks day and it was gross. So I sent Shawn over to the bar to get me a margarita. I looked down at my beverage and saw a cherry poking out of it and noticed a slight reddish tint to it. Lime margaritas do not come out red, or with cherries.

Me: Is this a margarita?
Shawn: No, its a hurricane. (Me <-- not amused) Me: I wanted a margarita, why did you bring me back a hurricane?? Shawn: I asked for a margarita and the bartender said "You want the hurricaine" so just try it bitch. Me: *sip* Shawn: See? Me: *sip* Keep 'em comin!! Two hours (and a few hurricanes) later, I'm making out with someone who has his hands down my pants. (Mental note: Mom was right about hurricanes, they ARE strong) But can you blame me? For $3 I got a beverage that had probably three times the amount of bang for the buck than a single $10 martini did! Plus (and this is probably why I had so many) Richie (one of the cute leather boys) bought me one or two of them, so it was even cheaper! I am a bad person tho... remember the boy I was making out with? I "missed" two of his phone calls earlier in the week and "forgot" to call him back after each one. So since I had lots of alcohol in my blood and some hands down my pants, I ended up making ANOTHER party promise to him that we would do dinner Monday night. *sigh*

Kanga gets himself into so much trouble.

I could have been worse - him and his (much cuter) friend wanted me to go to an after party with them, which would have DEFINITELY been a Very Bad Thing. Sure I probably woulda gotten laid but that would have been a whole other series of unfortunate events. So even though I am a total player and lacking in a whole lot of moral fiber, I still managed to keep myself out of trouble with that.

By this time it was getting quite late in the evening - close to closing time at the bars. At 2:30 Shawn tried to buy a beer up in the trucker bar. Tried. Almost as soon as he said he was going to get one more beer the ugly lights came on. Ugly lights? What are those? Ugly lights are the overhead lighting that comes on at the bar when it is time to close. Think beer-goggles but in reverse. Time to go home!

As soon as I got home I went to bed and passed out. Now I have to write a six page paper for my communications class. (me <-- not amused)

Last night I went with the usual suspects to go see Eric Himan and Casey Stratton perform live at the Hollywood Room (20th & Walnut, KCMO). I had never seen or heard of these two before last evening, and I have to say that I was very impressed with both of them!

Except for one song, Eric stuck to playing his guitar for his entire performance - his collection of music was quite nice and his stage presence was very energetic. He talked a lot and was very amusing. Casey talked a lot less while he was on stage, but had just as much humor as Eric did. Casey’s music was entirely accompanied by the piano (except when Eric and he did a few numbers together) and his voice was beautiful. Casey can sing a Tori Amos song dead on, and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

The Hollywood Room was quite small - could seat maybe 100 people maximum. There were about 40 people total at the concert (I think it was poorly advertised) and the feeling was very intimate. I had a chance to speak with both artists after the concert and they are both very funny guys. Shawn and I were both in love with Casey’s tattoos (not to mention his yummy muscular arms & pecs!).

If you have the chance to see either of these guys in concert, I strongly suggest it!!