Saturday, March 29, 2003

Jigga what? Friday Five:

1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week? Watching a sex scene from Y Tu Mama Tambien... with my mom in the room. That has got to be one of the most awkward and uncomfortable things in the world. The movie was really good though~ I liked it.

2. What one person touched your life this week? David.

3. How have you helped someone this week? I helped my mom make dumplings. Mmm yum.

4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week? My poet paper for English. I'm thinking that might not happen though. But we'll see.

5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place? Not be such a ho-bag.

*Yawn* I woke up today at 9:30. But I fell back asleep at noon just because I could. I love Saturday mornings. Anyway, I don't want to go to work tonight because I just want to stay home and be a lazy ass. But alas! I need the money. Anyway, I should go and get ready and maybe take a shower or something since I smell bad. Over and out.

Friday, March 28, 2003

Emma made shirts for a bunch of us to wear to support the boys' soccer game tonight against Overton. They say "Our boys know how to score" on the back and our names on the front. Mine says "Tamzilla" and that made me smile.

Anyway, go team.

Thursday, March 27, 2003

Friend: Taammmmy... Your phone is broken. I can't see anything here...
Me: Um... That might be because my phone isn't on.

It's almost friday. Ahh. Weekend arrives, yet again. =)

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Someone came to the restaurant tonight wearing a Styx t-shirt. It made me very happy for some odd reason. I was in a good mood for the rest of the night. =)

So uh.. hey baby, you put the "cute" back in persecution! [And other great Christain pick-up lines. And by great I mean horrible.] Thanks, Molly.

Monday, March 24, 2003

Yay it's Monday! I know you all missed me. A whole week without your one and only Tammy?? Sheesh... I wouldn't know what to do if I were you.

Spring Break was great. I didn't do anything aside from sleeping in, eating junk food, going out on the beach, and watching movies. It was all very relaxing and I didn't have to think about school or people or college or life. The only thing I thought about the entire week was, "Hey, what are we doing tonight?" The war started on my birthday too. *Awesome* Speaking of which, I got my nose pierced for my b-day. Hey, I'm 18, I gotta do *something*, right? I could have bought some cigarettes and given them to 12 year olds but I decided against it. Next stop: Strip bar. Awww yeeeah.

The weather was beautimus in Nashville today. I think we should have weather like this all the time.

Some bad news: My car was totaled from that accident I had a couple of weeks ago. =(
Some good news: It's not my fault and her insurance has to pay me back, biatch!
Some very very good news: My mom suprised me after I got home from Florida by saying, "Hey, I'm getting you a new car". So last night we went to CarMax and she got me a 2000 black Altima (you know, to pay tribute to my old Altima, may she rest in peace). It's pretty and I like it a lot a lot. It's like a graduation present/birthday present for ohh... the next 10 years. It's nice being able to drive again. Plus, I'm gonna need to get around somehow this summer when my mom is leaving for Taiwan for 6 weeks. Oh yeah, I didn't mention that, did I? So, my mom is going to Taiwan for six weeks and I'm staying here by myself. PARTY AT TAMMY'S!!! (Only, not really.) Mmm. I am so spoiled.

So... how bout the war, huh? I don't really have anythng to say about it and I don't plan to say much because I only get really frustrated when I think about it. All I can say is that I believe humanity has gone down the shitter. There's so much pro-this, and anti-that, that I think the "big picture" gets lost in everyone's minds. The fact that so many people are killed because of war, and how much animosity there is between Americans, and how little we know about what is *really* going on, and how much hatred there is worldwide... it's overwhelming, and... disgusting. I vote that we all have a big slumber party and watch movies all night.

To make up for last Friday:
1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be? The president. So then I can poke him in the eye.

2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be? 38th century.

3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be? Antartica so I can play with the penguins and not have to worry about the rest of the world. Sure, it'll be a little cold, but nothing a good cup of hot cocoa can't fix.

4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be? He-man

5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be? Catherine Zeta-Jones, or Halle Barry, or YOUR BUTT!

Alright, I'm gonna end this mammoth of a post. I hope you all had a great week last week, and good luck... with... everything =) But first I leave you with a pissing game. Wheeeeee!

Thursday, March 13, 2003

Just when you thought that you got rid of me... Friday Five!

1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not? Yeah, but only with people that can keep a conversation going. I don't like having to sit there through uncomfortable and awkward silences every coupld of minutes.

2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? Shi-won. I fell asleep on the phone, too cause I was really tired. Sorry!

3. About how many telephones do you have at home? 3 house phones and 2 cell phones. Which is way too many phones considering there's only me and my mom in a small little apartment.

4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened? Not really. Sivan likes to randomly start talking in Hebrew to her family in the middle of our coversations sometimes and then I'll get really confused. But I just find that funny.

5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not? Ah. Depends on who it is. Some people are just more e-maily people, while others are more phone...y... Yeah.

I guess tonight will be my last night here until next Saturday. I am leaving to go to Clearwater, Florida for spring break early Saturday morning [Lookit here] and I am *so* excited. I have been looking forward to this trip ever since we got the condo about a month ago. I don't have to worry about school for an entire week, and I get to spend my 18th birthday (this coming Wedneday!) on the beach with my closest friends from school. (Let's just hope that we don't end up wanting to kill each other by the end of the week...)

It's going to be sad on the drive home though. But let's not think about that right now...

The rest of the school year is going to be a breeze minus the AP exams but who cares about those anyway? ^_~ (Just kidding! I'm getting my $240 back, damnit!)

So apparently I go elected to prom court today. Which I think is the funniest thing in the world because... it's... me. And I'm so not... prom court material. I think I should just not go at all and stay home and eat gallons of ice cream and be fat because I am a REBEL! Only, I already promised my friends that I would go and I can't go against my word, right? Plus, who can pass up on an Escalade limo? Eh? Eh? So I think I just might do my hair like I said I would... (Remember?) Oh, you know that's the hotness right there.

Anyway, I hope you all have a great week. For those of you on spring break as well, I hope you have an awesome time where ever you go, even if you stay at home. Just make the best out of it. =) And for the rest of you, try not to miss me too much while I'm gone. In Florida... on the beach.... ^_~ I love you! *Muah!*

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Good quotes from tonight's online conversations:


Serendipity2353: Dude, Ms. Frensley spelt Ye Araki's name as "You".
SooshiMooshi: Dude. You spelt Yu Araki's name as "Ye".

And...

Kristy1975: vomit
SooshiMooshi: barf
Kristy1975: regurgitate
SooshiMooshi: hurl
Kristy1975: up chuck
SooshiMooshi: heave
Kristy1975: throw up
SooshiMooshi: your face
Kristy1975: aw
SooshiMooshi: OOOOHHHH
SooshiMooshi: hahahaha
Kristy1975: your mom's face
SooshiMooshi: damn.
SooshiMooshi: you're good.

We're graduating in two months? Yeah I wonder about that sometimes too....

I got into a car wreck today. Yay!!!

And by Yay I mean this sucks more than anything because my mom had spent a good $400 on my car yesterday to spruce it up and now my baby is all broken =( Sad day for Tammy.

I was driving on Hillsboro Road on the way to school and a girl made a right hand turn into my lane out of nowhere, basically. And no, I was not speeding. So there was absolutely no way that I could have avoided hitting her or hitting something. I could have been the best driver in the world... the most attentive and most careful, and I still could not have avoided hitting her. I'm kinda glad that I didn't swerve and hit oncoming traffic. Yes. That would be bad. The airbag deployed and everything. I was so shocked that I stayed in my car for a good 30 seconds after it happened, until I realized, "Hey! I can't breathe!" because of all the smoke that was coming out into the car. The worst part is... even though it was pretty much her fault for pulling out way too quickly and I could not have not hit her, the blame would probably be put on me since I rear-ended her (I'm just keeping my fingers crossed). And my little baby doesn't have collision insurance because I got it for so cheap. *Sigh* Today was not a good day.

The thing that kept me from not breaking down right then and there was the fact that the police officer that came to file our report looked exactly like Officer Farva from Super Troopers. I had to try really hard from not cracking up.

Well... hey, at least I'm alive, right? Neither of us were hurt... I'm just a little sore from whiplash... and dude, that airbag thingie hurts! It's kinda hard to stay in a bad mood also since it's such a nice day out. Weather like this makes a happy Tammy.

Anyway. That's all for now. I'll update you on what happens later on... Thank God that spring break is next week. It could not have come at a better time..

Sunday, March 9, 2003

So remember last Friday when I said that one of my favorite poems was one that my friend, Ari, wrote? Well I have a copy of it now (you know, so when he becomes famous I'll be able to say I knew him when). He told me I could share it with you all, so here:

Somewhere in between bongo java chess games and chronic ice tea,
You'll find the beat.

Somewhere among Tommy, Ralph Lauren, quarter-store shirts, PSU hats, Jew boy yarmulkes, FUBU jackets, Adidas stripes, Nike swooshes, French connection collars, black boots, black shirts, black hats, black pants, black underwear, black everything,... among these,
You’ll find the beat.

Somewhere in between the dorky kids doing homework at 2 am and the cool cherry tree guys with Beamers and Vettes, Audi’s, and Rovers, cheating on their olive branch girls with cute blonds, “oh ain’t she sweet?” comments roam the halls, quick thrown cigarettes in bathroom stalls, and the dorky kids doing homework at 2 am are still trying to find a place to fit in. Among these kids,
You’ll find the beat.

Somewhere among Jack Daniel’s and post football game parking lot hang outs, freshman parties go from 7 till my parents get home, bring on the kegs, “but there’s only foam left, shit.” Mike’s Hard Harder, give me that Smirnoff and I won’t have to worry about History till Monday. Among these,
You’ll find the beat.

Somewhere at Ruff Ryders’ concerts, Triple 6 Mafia, maybe Busta Rhymes, Project Pat, and Outkast, let’s not forget that white boy rap, that soft stuff we like, Jurassic 5, 2na Fish is here to rock the house, The Roots, De la Soul, we like to pretend that we’re “Big Pimpin” too, even though we don’t understand it, we don’t feel it. Like when someone who isn’t Jewish throws up a violin and screeches out “Raisins and Almonds” or “The hymn of the partisans”. There’s that stoner music too that you can really feel in your heart. Kruder, “I’m never fake and never phony, I’ve got more flava than a packet of macaroni.” Those deep thoughts invade conversation during Algebra, and at lunch we can’t forget the old stuff, Jimi is bound to pop up somewhere, a common meeting place for history, for foxy ladies. Students rant out Purple Haze in desperation, Ruff Ryders in pride, Wyclef for a hope, Kruder for originality, and hey, teacher, leave them kids alone. In the lyrics,
You’ll find the beat.

Somewhere dorky guys wish that the could get with the homecoming queen, ugly fat girls are shunned by the cool guys, and dorky guys, and all guys, and the girls that study a whole lot always seem to go for the guys that just don’t give a damn. Some couples are getting married, or they’re engaged, and other couples can’t keep a relationship for a week. Some guys beat up guys that like guys but throw a party if there’s two girls, and half the time people can’t hold an hour conversation so they just make out. But there are some real relationships. People do love each other, and people think that they can’t because they’re too young, or because a black guy likes a white girl, or a Jew and Christian get together to split a vanilla shake at Rotiers. Among these couples,
You’ll find the beat.

Somewhere in between the kids who are filming everyone’s every move at every time and the kids who are writing it down and the kids who are capturing in a photograph or drawing it or painting it or sculpting it or reading it or playing it on their guitar there’ll be a beat. The chords stretch out to capture the rhythm of your legs walking to the beat, and then, some kid gets a guitar and plucks his first tune, and then realizes how easy it is for the beat to be beautiful. But even beyond beauty, there’s the bass, ugly and hardcore, lost and forgotten, but a bass works well to the beat, because it’s down to earth, just like the beat. But whether guitar or bass, violin or cello, there’s a beat. Whether Ruff Ryders or Beatles, Spice Girls or Hendrix, there’s a beat. Whether parting or studying, sleeping or cramming, there’s a beat. Whether you’re in your house or at the store, you feel the beat. On the street, walking, beat. At school, in the halls, beat. Sitting, sleeping in the classroom, beat. At home with your father, beat. Saturday Night Live, beat. On the soccer field, beat. In the recital hall, beat. In the church, beat. At temple, beat. At Mosque, beat. Sleeping, walking, running, sprinting, diving, soaring in American Airlines flight 119, beat.

If you ever see him, ask him to read it for you. He does a good job of that as well...

Saturday, March 8, 2003

I knew I forgot something yesterday... Friday Five:

1. What was the last song you heard? The Jump Off by Lil' Kim (so dirty... yet... so... good).

2. What were the last two movies you saw? High Fidelity and Seven - both really really good.

3. What were the last three things you purchased? French fries from Burger King, a book [Kitchen by Yoshimoto] from the book store, and gas (which is way too friken expensive, by the way).

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Write an essay on Mussolini for European History, catch up on sleep, shave my legs, and bake some cookies.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to? My ma-tare, Ben, Sivan, Shi-won, and Carly.

I'm going to go to sleep now. And I plan on sleeping for ungodly amounts of hours to make up for the lack of sleep that I've been having. I got more sleep last night than I got this entire past week... combined. So... I think I am goinzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Thursday, March 6, 2003

Total amount of sleep that I've gotten since Sunday? 7-8 hours...

You know, this really can't be healthy.

Dear Penis... Hurray for not doing work and watching flash animations on penises instead at 3 in the morning! [Thanks, Davezilla]

Wednesday, March 5, 2003

A couple of memorable passages from the two books that I have been reading:

From Maus, by Art Spiegelman:
"That spring, on one day, the Germans took from Srodula to Auschwitz over 1,000 people. Most they took were kids - some only 2 or 3 years. Some kids were screaming and screaming. They couldn't stop. So the Germans swinged them by the legs against a wall... And they never anymore screamed." [Complete with a brutal illustration...]

And from Perfume, by Patrick Suskind:
"He came down with a high fever, which for the first few days was accompanied by heavy sweats, but which later, as if the pores of his skin were no longer enough, produced countless pustules. Grenouille's body was strewn with reddish blisters. Many of them popped open, releasing their watery contents, only to fill up again. Others grew into true boils, swelling up thick and red and then erupting like craters, spewing viscous pus and blood streaked with yellow. In time, with his hundreds of ulcerous wounds, Grenouille looked like some martyr stoned from the inside out."

Good stuff kids, I tell ya.

Tuesday, March 4, 2003

So I was up really really late working on homework since I slacked off until ohh... midnight. Here is the awesome shit I write at 4 in the morning (I had to trace the pathway through the respiratory and circulatory systems of an air molecule through the body for anatomy):

Flight of Steve - the Little Air Molecule that Can


There once was this little air molecule named Steve. Steve wanted to explore the world but his big air molecules would not let him because they said he was still too small. Steve paid no heed to them and one day decided to go off on his own and have an adventure. He flew around for several days waiting for something exciting to happen when he bumped into a something very large. He could not figure out what it was, but all of a sudden he felt himself being sucked into a dark hole. Oh no! Is this the end of Steve? Has his time come up, after only such a short journey? No, my friends, that’s where his journey begins...
After Steve gets over his initial shock of being sucked into a dark and warm hole, he decides to make the best out of this experience. Though Steve may not know it, we know that he has been sniffed in through the nostrils by a passing stranger whom we will come to know as Ted. We will trace the flight path of our little hero, Steve, through the respiratory and circulatory system of Ted. After Steve passes through the nostrils, he will then go through the nasal cavity the nasal conchas. Then he will go through the pharynx where he will also pass by two subdivisions of the pharynx - the nasopharynx and the laryngopharynx (mighty big words for such a small molecule...), respectively. Then, Steve will glide through the epiglottis, past the hyoid bone, which will lead him into the larynx. In the larynx, Steve will pass by the vocal cords that keep vibrating whenever Ted would talk. Steve will also see the thyroid and cricoid cartilages as he passes them to go into the trachea. Here, Steve will have to go through about 20 cartilaginous rings before hitting the thoracic cavity, where it will split into the right and left bronchi. Steve has reached a fork in the road! Which way will he turn? He decides to take the right pathway to the right primary bronchus, followed by the secondary and tertiary bronchi, and eventually, the terminal bronchiole. Steve then goes through the pulmonary artery, (He’s in the lungs! ) which leads into the pulmonary arteriole. Uh oh. It’s beginning to be a tight squeeze for Steve to pass through the capillaries. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that extra burger for lunch. Anyway, Steve makes it through the capillaries safely. Now, if Steve is of the carbon dioxide family, he would diffuse from the blood within the capillary into the alveolar duct and into the alveolus. But since he is an oxygen, he keeps going through the capillary. However, he sees some molecules that look just like him squeeze through the thin capillary walls. Steve hopes a fight won’t break out because there isn’t much room for many more oxygen molecules... Steve then makes it out safely through the pulmonary venule, and then pulmonary vein. Whew. Steve need a break. After a quick nap, Steve decides to go on with his adventure. From pulmonary vein, he will enter the left atrium of the heart, through the mitral valve (he had to be careful since the valve almost closed on him!), and into the left ventricle. He then goes through the aortic valve, into the arty, into the systemic arteries, and capillary arteriole where he will be in the capillary bed in muscle. Here, Steve will go through a similar process like the capillary bed in the lungs. However, this time, he is the one that will get diffused into the alveolus and gets transferred into cells. The cells will travel through the entire body, carrying Steve with it (it’s like a Taxi!). Where will Steve go from here? Stay tuned till next time...

Sunday, March 2, 2003

Hi Carly! I love you. =)

Saturday, March 1, 2003

I have become known as "Rosa" , and "Lady" to the guys in the kitchen at work. Sometimes I swear I am going to punch one of them if they whistle at me one more time but I don't want to get fired. Yes. That would be bad.

I am sick of getting pop-up messages about how to stop pop-ups. That has really got to stop.

We've had a whopping 50 minutes of sunshine since Valentine's Day in Nashville. This shitty-shit weather has definitely taken its toll on everyone's moods. I'm unmotivated to do anything and all I ever want to do is just sleep or sit on my fat ass. Wait. That's me all the time. But! I am so ready for Spring Break. Then, I can sleep or sit on my fat ass all I want for an entire week... in sunshine. Aww yeah.

I know what I want for my birthday!! Tickets to the Bonnaroo music festival. Yeah so tickets are $160, but if you *really* loved me... (Ha! I kid, I kid.) I wish I went last year... Norah Jones and Jurassic 5 played. Anyway, I'd still want to go this year... anyone wanna join me? [June 21-23 in Manchester, TN]

I think I am gonna go to bed now. I went to sleep at 7 this morning which is usually the time I leave for school. Good thing today wasn't a school day, huh? Anyway, Happy March, folks.

Molly: You know I can only do calculus with Tamzilla.
Me: Aww. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Molly: That makes me sad for you.