I swear to God, I take some of the fugliest pictures sometimes. A few winners from this evening:

We had an ASR/GB mixer tonight. It was fun. However, my favorite part of it all was when I left to go eat huo-guo ("hot pot") with my brother and Suzy. Then they gave me moon cakes as a departing gift.

I knew I was related to them for a reason.

Anyway, here are some other fun pictures from the mixer.




Pictures courtesy of Ms. Wu


*Sidenote*
Me wearing white pants does not mean free reign for you to slap my ass whenever you please. Do it again and die.

The end. Good night.

Just FYI,

There is someone else who's been ransacking my blogger these past few days. I'm sure that if you've kept up with this blog at all, you'd know which posts I wrote and which ones I didn't.

Anyway, sorry to interrupt. Go on with your bad selves.

Love,
Tammy

P.S. Sivan is my baby's mama.

hi, my name is tammy, and its 5:20 am. and m studying for a test. in 7 hours. whats that you say? im crazy? i should go to sleep? well i dont know what youre talking about. YOURE CRAZY! YOU SHOULD GO TO SLEEP! daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn

It's been awhile. I'm not dead. Although, I sure to God felt like death this past weekend due to my ailing body.

Anyway, first things first:

For those of you who go to UT Austin, you probably were asked to change your UT EID Password. If you haven't, then you will need to in the near future. Just be sure to allot 17 hours of your day to think up a new password that follows the new requirements. Good luck!

I missed Julie and Vivian this weekend as they both went back to Houston and left me by my lonesome.

Although, I did spend some good ol' one-on-one time with Phuong as we had to drink for the two missing Zetas at the Sigma mixer, watched as Bui got so totally owned at his own birthday party at the GB house, and ate a late-night meal from Wendy's at Hussain's super nice apartment.

I got to watch Lion King again on Friday. It's still the best movie, ever, even though I'll never be able to watch it the same way again. Ahem.

My head hurt so unbelievably bad this weekend that I thought it was going to explode. So bad that I began punching myself in the forehead. So bad that I almost drilled screws into my skull. But. It's amazing what a few 12 hours of sleep can do for a sick person. Yay!

Wow. I did good today at the library. It's been a long, long while since I've actually really studied (as opposed to the studying that involves me checking AIM/Xanga/e-mail every 3 minutes). Round II tomorrow at the PCL. Care to join?

Time it takes to do laundry at virtually any other place: 3 hours. Time it takes to do laundry at Tammy and Vivian's apartment: 3 days.

New and exciting links!
     Vinh - Aside from having the misfortune that is background music (Rule II broken!), he's actually pretty interesting to read. GO. DO IT. NOW. HE'S HOT. SEX HIM. [Uhm. Can I have my $5 now for that shameless plug?]
     Planet Dan - Funny guy. Entertaining beyond all reason.
     Red Meat - Strangely hilarious comic strips. Some of which might make you feel kind of uncomfortable after reading.
     Go Fug Yourself - Two chicks bash on celebrity wardrobe. Hilarity ensues. [Link via Goobita]

And now, for your viewing pleasure:



Goodnight, all.

so. soooooooooo. what can i talk about..... to tell you the truth, i dont have anything to say... just thought id let you know... i dont have anything to say.... so uhh, back to bed. ill let you know when i have something interesting to say, but that might just be a while, so if you love me, youll be patient. anyway. my bed is looking extra soft and cozy right now so thats where ill be if theres something you need.... but dont bother me till oh, lets say.... how bout monday night? ya. ill be sleeping till then.

to bed! weeeee!!!!

Today, my professor asked us if we knew the what the difference between capitalized letters and un-capitilized letters were.


This is almost as good as the time when my Triangles class teacher told me D comes after C.


But nothing compares to the time when my professor told us about the wonder that is a camel toe.


And you see, kids, this is why I go to college.

Meet my friend, Fred the Tree:

Fred the Tree is a faithful friend. Always there to support me through difficult times. Always there when I need someone to lean on. And always there when I just need a hug. Thank you, Fred the Tree.

On an unrelated note, CONGRATULATIONS TO ASR'S THETA PLEDGE CLASS!

Oh, and God hates Republicans. Thou shall not vote for Bush in the 2004 election. [Link via LYD]

I present to you: The Rules of Xanga Etiquette

Enjoy!

Once upon a time, I had a really good friend. In fact, I think he was the first best friend I had since I moved to Tennessee from Taiwan 13 years ago. Because our parents got to know each other as well, he and I began hanging out ALL THE TIME. We knew the best spots to hide in our houses for hide-n-go-seek, we'd go exploring through "Chocolate Island", we'd write each other stupid notes, we'd talk on the phone for numerous hours, and we'd make fun of people together behind their backs. We knew everything about each other. I guess you're expecting me to say something like, "This childhood friend and I fell madly in love with each other recently, and now we are getting married." But no. There really was no point in that story. I think I just miss those carefree days, and I miss our friendship. We started talking online again a few days ago, and I now remember why I loved being around him so much. He makes me laugh. The end.

This one's for you, Eric.
[I know you guys are so sick of me posting up AIM conversations. I promise I'll stop. Maybe.]

Eric Types: I remember I ate an entire bowl of skittles.
Eric Types: And the next time I was over your mom was like no
Eric Types: No skittles.
its tamzilla: NO
its tamzilla: the best
Eric Types: Oh my god
Eric Types: Don't say it
its tamzilla: was when you CLOGGED UP MY TOILET
Eric Types: I'm going to throw you away
its tamzilla: HAHAHAHAHA
Eric Types: hahaha
its tamzilla: and you asked my dad if he had one of those plunger thingies
its tamzilla: i will never let you live that one down
Eric Types: oh my god
Eric Types: How are we still friends?

Eric Types: I remember when I listened to Master P
Eric Types: Censored

Eric Types: Some Asian kid I didn't know gave me a thumbs up today.
Eric Types: He was really dorky.
its tamzilla: haha
Eric Types: I don't know why he gave me a thumbs up.
Eric Types: We made eye contact, and before I knew it his thumb was in my face.

Eric Types: Yo sometimes I say things without knowing why I say them.
Eric Types: This one guy asked me for the time and after I told him he said bye and I said Thanks.
Eric Types: One time this guy asked me if he could help me at some clothing store.
Eric Types: Well, he asked me if I wanted to try something on.
Eric Types: I said Fine, how about you?
Eric Types: He goes uh
Eric Types: One time this kid was behind me and I totally farted.

On sexual frustration and the internet:

S e h n E 13: im not too fond of people who only call me for favors (btw)
its tamzilla: oh yeah i hate that too
its tamzilla: although
its tamzilla: no one really does that
its tamzilla: except you
its tamzilla: but thats cause you want sex
its tamzilla: and im okay with that
S e h n E 13: yeah. i figured as much
S e h n E 13: let me know if you start to get annoyed though
S e h n E 13: i wont ask as often
S e h n E 13: or at least i'll try not to
S e h n E 13: (its hard, you know)
its tamzilla: yeah no i understand
its tamzilla: but i like it
its tamzilla: so keep doing it
S e h n E 13: aite, if you insist
S e h n E 13: i should put you on speed dial 69
S e h n E 13: it would only be appropriate
its tamzilla: haha
its tamzilla: please?
S e h n E 13: or instead of voice dial "tammy" i should prgm it to say "fuck me now!"
its tamzilla: hahaha
its tamzilla: DO IT
S e h n E 13: youd like that, eh?
its tamzilla: oh yes
its tamzilla: HARDER
its tamzilla: NOW
S e h n E 13: damn. demanding tonight now arent we?
its tamzilla: cant help it
its tamzilla: im horny
S e h n E 13: thats ok. me too.
its tamzilla: yeah. im sexually frustrated as hell
S e h n E 13: me too! but you already knew that
its tamzilla: yeah
its tamzilla: wanna do it?
S e h n E 13: shit, i thought youd never ask
its tamzilla: omg this weekend?
S e h n E 13: damn, i gotta wait that long?
S e h n E 13: i say you drive over here... RIGHT NOW!
its tamzilla: i would but i have class
its tamzilla: omg
its tamzilla: youre such a tease stephanie
its tamzilla: seriously
S e h n E 13: you're choosing class over sex?!
S e h n E 13: wtf
S e h n E 13: you'll learn more in bed with me than you'll ever learn in class!
its tamzilla: oh shit
its tamzilla: that's so hot
S e h n E 13: trust me, you'll stay awake for my lessons ;-)
its tamzilla: wow.
its tamzilla: im about to cream my pants just thinking about it
S e h n E 13: wow, and if that didnt just make me go hard...
S e h n E 13: tammy, i think we bring new meaning to cyber sex

After that mammoth of a post, I've deemed it only appropriate that I give you a...

Post of Un-substance.

Taint of Love - Hahaha. Someone sent this to me years ago, but I discovered it again recently. I don't know if I can ever listen to Soft Cell ever the same again.

Photo Stamps! - You get to make your own real stamps! How cool! I went a little overboard:

On boys:

its tamzilla: its not that hard to know what boys are thinking
its tamzilla: "sex"
puffybush: yea, but usually right up there with sex these days is 'job'
puffybush: and 'money'
puffybush: and 'rent'
puffybush: sex is actually fourth most of the time, but occassionally it goes up to 1
puffybush: and then it dies down all the way to like 489745
puffybush: and slowly makes it way back up the list


Hypnotize - Supposedly you can hypnotize guys with this, but I thought it was really cool too. And then I caught myself quacking like a duck.

And I'll leave you all with this quote that David showed me last night. I like it a lot:

"I had a shock when my cat Nene died. There was a hole in my heart, a hole that could not be filled, even though a new cat, Mina, came along. I started to wonder why. Why can't one cat replace another? And I started to think that the 'I' is not just one person, but the sum of everything you love -- your dog, your wife, your child, your computer, your doll. This led me to the conoclusion that the self is empty. What is essential is this network of connections."

I'm gonna go eat tacos now. Yum.

My post of substance. Created just for you, Stephanie.

I just got back from walking in the rain from the bus stop. In a white shirt. With a black bra on. Hot.

I've come to the realization recently that my posts have gotten more and more... what's that word... oh yeah, crappy, since I started in May of 2001. This place used to be a sort of haven for me. A place where I would go to write out all my inner thoughts, desires, and SEXUAL FANTASIES. Okay, not really, but I did use this as a real journal because I found writing to be very therapeutic. However, as more people [read: 6] came to this place on a regular basis [read: once a month], I quickly learned that I cannot be as personal as I used to be without them thinking I was crazy and neurotic.

Hence my lame bulleted lists of word vomit that no one understands aside from a select few.

But oh no, not today my friends. Today, I will bore you with my incoherent ramblings until your eyes bleed. Yes. I will do that just for you. Even you - the kid with the hairy back.

Where shall I begin?

School (becuz akahdemiks is numba 1!). School is good thus far. I like all but one of my classes. I especially like my visual design course which teaches you the basic psychology of how things are designed, and why people are more prone to buy things if they are set up in a certain way. It's neat and I look at things differently now. I especially dislike my chemistry class. But I never go, so I guess I don't hate it that much. I'm trying to keep up with all the readings for my classes, and I'm actually not that far behind. Maybe it's the fact that I sucked it up hardcore last semester and I don't want to fail out of UT that's keeping me motivated to keep reading. I have to do well this year or I'm kicking my own ass back to Nashville where I'll attend some lame community college. Maybe I'll even start spending the night at the PCL again.

Apartment. I currently reside in a nice West Campus apartment with Vivian and Celeste. It's pretty spacious and it's very close to everything. Plus, we're right by the Sig-Ep house and when those hottie hot boys play basketball in their backyard with their shirts off... we get front row seating. Honestly, I don't have much to complain about. Oh, you know, aside from the fact that NOTHING IN OUR KITCHEN WORKS. Our sink is broken. Well, that's not entirely true. The little squirt-thing that you pull out (Wow. Props to you if you have any idea what I'm talking about) works, but it makes washing dishes a complete bitch because you have to hold the squirt-thing with one hand, and wash the dishes with the other. And I don't know how good you guys are with washing things, but from my experience, YOU CAN'T WASH DISHES WITH ONE HAND. Our dishwasher is broken. I think this was God's cruel plan, to tell you the truth. Our dryer doesn't dry clothes very well. It takes about 3 or 4 runs before all your clothes are completely dry. And last but not least, our fridge is broken, so all the food's gone bad (as both Celeste and Vivian found out when they began puking a few hours after eating). I don't even want to open it for fear that the stench of rotting meat that will contaminate the entire apartment. This leads me straight into...

Diet. Because I can't eat anything from the fridge [even though I did try a hamburger and I was A-okay. Tammy: 2, Roommates: 0], my diet has been reduced to Uncle Ben's Ready Rice (which tastes a little more like human food after I put in about a pound of salt and pepper), tuna, and goldfish. I'm also extremely broke too, so I can't afford to eat out. No, really. I know that sounds pathetic, but I currently have negative dollars in my checking account. I lose at life.

ASR. We're doing rush right now, and so far it's been pretty good. It's also been fun being with the girls again and having something to do virtually every night. It keeps me busy and occupied. Things aren't really the same now without the older girls, and most of the time I wish they were still here to give us advice on what to do. But. Change happens. Oh, and here's a shameless plug for our party this Friday.



Football. The season has begun. Go Titans. Go Texas.

Weekends. Every weekend that I've been in Austin since I've been back has been spent partying. I'm definitely living by the "Work hard. Play hard." motto. I'm also beginning to branch out in hopes of meeting more people. I've decided AzN people (espcially in the Greek community) cause way too much drama for yo momma. I'm now hanging out with people I haven't really hung out with before (like, my new drinking-buddy, Joy), trying new things, and going to new places. Now that Kelli has provided me with this evil contraption also known as a fake ID, I've been bar-hopping a few times. It's fun and my time spent on 6th will never be the same.

Dating. Ah, the wonderful world of singledom. As many of you know (or don't know), the Boy and I broke up at the beginning of summer. I took it pretty hard. I felt rejected, sad, confused. But most importantly, I was fucking pissed as hell. But throughout the few months of summer, my anger slowly passed, and I was able to talk to him again without wanting to gouge his eyes out with rusty spoons (Hi, David). We're friends now, and that's more than I could ever ask for. As for being single again? I'm enjoying it. After almost 4 years, it's definitely a fresh breath of air. And as Outkast so accurately puts it, "Might as well have fun, cause your happiness is done, when your goose is cooked". Actually, I don't know what that means, but I'm listening to it right now and it's a good song. But I digress. So yeah, I'm liking this whole "single" business where I can go out and do whatever the hell I want to do without worrying that I might upset someone. I can talk and hang out with people and not feel guilty about it. However, there are definitely times when I really miss it. I miss being able to talk to that one person right before I fall asleep, I miss having someone care so much about me that he'd go crazy if we don't talk for a day, and I just miss loving someone unconditionally and completely with all my heart. Sometimes I'm convinced that my ex-boyfriend and I are soul mates and I'll never find someone like him again. And other times I just let life run it's course. What ever happens, happens... right? So, do I have any prospects in mind as of now? Maybe. I do go to school in Texas, ya know. But let's just say I'm not looking for anything too serious for a very long time.

Climate. Texas weather sucks nuts. I hope it stops being so sucktastic soon.

So in conclusion, school house rocks, my kitchen stinks (literally), I hate Uncle Ben's, sorority life keeps me busy, football is fun, I like to party, boys are trouble, and humidity makes my hair big.

Now you see what I don't do posts like this anymore? What's that? Oh. You think I should break these paragraphs up for different posts next time? Oh. Well, I don't think there's going to be a next time. I'm going back to my stupid bulleted lists from here on out.

Run along now kids, nothing to see here...

Once again, weekends here start on Thursdays. I'll spare you all the boring details and go straight to the pictures that Kelli and I took on the E-bus on the way home from 6th on Friday night.

And just so you all know, I've met someone. Someone who occupies my head all day long. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes me very happy on the inside. Someone who lives in a pineapple under the sea. In fact, I think I'm in love.





In other news, you wouldn't believe how funny a game of "Hodgey Podgey" is when there's alcohol involved. Wow. Play with us next time.

[Edit]

Oops, I forgot to mention this earlier, but CONGRATULATIONS TO GB'S IOTA PLEDGE CLASS! Good luck with uh, everything.

Night of Firsts...

High five to the TX Union for having free movies every Thursday night at 6 and 9.

Kelli, Carol, Phuong, and I decided to go to 6th Street on a whim. Primarily because we all wanted to go freak on each other dancing.

I got into 2 bars with no problem at all. Hi. My name is Jennifer Lee Blount. And hey, do I look 5'2'' to you?

We danced on top of a bar like the girls from Coyote Ugly do.

I witnessed Carol get drunk off of ONE BEER. Finally. Someone else who has a lower tolerance than I do. [Ahem, don't think I didn't forget about you, Sivan.]

Phuong had her first bratwurst. Yum.

Dear Mr. Pukey MrDrunkerson, the E-bus is not a place for you to vomit all over and then proceed to take a leak while you are still inside it. Thanks.

Carol and Kelli went to their first white frat-party, which is so much different than the typical Asian frat-party. But that's mainly because there's no "black-people" music for us to dance like strippers to.

Yuk. I reek of beer. Wait, this is not a first. Nevermind.

I had a really great time with the girls tonight just going from place to place and branching out from our norm. We should do this more often, ladies. However, white parties just aren't the same without my partner-in-crime, Joy, and it's weird experiencing a Night of Firsts without my dear Stephanie.

Okay, it's official. I really do need to start writing posts with more substance. So I leave you with this culinary masterpiece:





Someone help me. Please?

Yay for a weekend away in Nashville from my hectic partying school schedule.

Things...

I have moved so much in a span of a year. When will it ever stop?

I have the hottest room in the house. Again.

I am the proud owner of some of the fugliest stuffed animals known to man.

Did you know that July 4th is celebrated throughout the US, and not just Texas?

I decided during church service that Jesus should come in more flavors. That's when I also realized that if I wasn't going to hell before, I'm definitely going now.

I love cabins out in the middle of nowhere.

Nashville without the girls just isn't the same. Damn you people for all going out-of-state for college.

Packing and Unpacking. The story of my life.

Alicia Keys needs to be killed off the radio and MTV.

Hello, digital cable on a plasma screen TV. Bye bye, social life.

Three days without internet makes me go crazy.

Paparazzi is a bad movie. Highly not recommended.

Softcore porn at 3 in the morning just isn't all that satisfying. Where's the hardcore stuff when you need it?

It's good to be back in Austin. Even if it requires me to go straight from the airport to help paint yet another sign. My life has been reduced to sign/banner making. And packing/unpacking. Which is what I need to do right now.

Sigh.

I'm leaving tonight at 5 to fly back to Ca$hville Nashville for Labor Day. Will anyone else be in town?

Oh, who am I kidding, no one's gonna be there. Sigh.

Y'all party it up for me this weekend, while I sit at home by my lonesome.

I leave you with:

How to Date a White Woman: A Practical Guide for Asian Men - Best. Book. Ever.

How to Make Love Like a Porn Star: A Cautionary Tale - I'm considering purchasing this one, yes? [Link via Danny]

The Invisibility Game! - Holy crap, this game is uber-hard. I love it.

I spent all afternoon and night on my knees yesterday.

Yes. You heard right. I spent over 8 hours on my knees painting a sign and two banners for our sorority and brother fraternity. My poor knees are bruised, every waking inch of my body aches, I'm tired as hell, I haven't eaten all day, and I want to die.

Oh, the things I do to keep you people happy.

But! You all should go stop by the GB house at 26th and Salado and check out the sexxxy sign that Jen and I made. Maybe it'll even entice you to uh, go to their 40z night.

And drink one for me because I won't be there.

I'm going to cry about my decrepit old woman body now. Farewell, friends.