Hahaha. Drunken Hodgy Podgy is the best.

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PiNK ess enz: GAY
its tamzilla: fish
its tamzilla: hahahaa
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Thank god for AIM's new feature: Log Manager

In the spirit of Halloween, I bring you:

The Scariest Movie Villain (via David)

2004's Scariest Halloween Costumes (via Danny)

and

The Prettiest Costume, Ever (via Joy)

I can assure you, these links are worth clicking. Enjoy!

Anyway, the girls + Joy went to the mall yesterday afternoon to look for costumes. Claire's had the best Halloween gear. Hilarity ensues.

This one's for you, Stephanie:




And, while we were at Exodus for Phuong's birthday, we saw the cutest bunny. She took a picture with us:




Anyway, if you think these pictures are great, just stay tuned for ones coming up after tonight. You've got to see our costumes.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHUONG!!!





Haha. The stuff that I would like to say to you would never be able to fit just in one post, so I figure these pictures would do the trick. Ahh, memories. We've had some good times, haven't we? Anyway, have a great birthday and I love you!

Ah yes, your favorite: The Purity Test [Link via Tina]

Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
Category	Your Score	Average
Self-Lovin'	61.7% Explored the pleasures of the flesh	65.1%
Shamelessness	78.6% Has yet to see self in mirror	79.3%
Sex Drive	89.5% The Pope is envious	77.7%
Straightness	28.4% Done the nasty, but not creatively	44.7%
Gayness	94.6% Repressed, are we?	83.7%
Fucking Sick	89.4% Refreshingly normal	90%
You are 70.84% pure Average Score: 72.7%
Take The Ultimate Purity Test and see how you match up!

To my two wonderful step-brothers, Daniel and Stephen,

     My mom called me today and updated me on everything that's been going on in her and your lives lately. Sounds like you two have been just having a grand ole time in Nashville. I'm very glad to hear that you two are doing well.

     Now, something has been brought to my attention and it bothers me to no end, and it is that you two are a pair of ungrateful, rude, and inconsiderate little bastards.

     Who the hell do you think you are? Do you honestly think that your opinions actually mean anything to anyone? Because if you did, then you have been greatly mistaken, my friends. You two are teen-agers, which by definition means that you hold absolutely no bearing in this universe, and anything you say or do is rendered futile and worthless. Seriously, look it up.

     You two of all people should know how to appreciate everything you have. When my dad passed away, I realized that I took so much for granted. I started looking at life differently, I became grateful for everything and everyone, and I thanked the stars for being alive everyday when I woke up. I've realized that life is a precious thing, and it can be taken away from you in a matter of seconds. You never know much something/someone means until it's taken away from you. And when it is, you experience pain and loss, but you also grow from it. You become stronger and wiser. You mature. I thought you two would be able to relate since you've experienced a great loss in your lives as well. But I guess not.

     All you two ever do is bitch and complain about how something isn't good enough, clean enough, or nice enough. Are you out of your fucking mind? Why don't you shut your fucking face and stop and take a good look at yourselves before you even think to open your mouths again? My mom works damn hard to put a roof over your heads, food on the table, and clothes for you to wear. So if you can't even for one second think to thank her for everything she's done, then why don't you try to live on your own and we'll see how long you can last.

     You two are so damn lucky to have what you have. You don't even know. And yet, I have never met two kids who are as self-centered and ungracious as you two. You guys are also incredibly lucky that I don't live at home anymore, otherwise you two would both be eating the floor right now. Mmm, that broccoli you always bitch about will taste fucking delicious after I make you eat gravel.

     I understand that it must be hard adjusting to a life with a new parental unit. I know that my mom nags incessantly about the same things over and over again. I'm not asking that you guys to be perfect little angels because that would just be a lost cause. All I'm asking is for you two to show some damn respect to your elders. That's all.

     Anyway, hope you two are doing well. Good luck with school and everything else! Oh, and if either you ever, ever make my mom cry again, I will tear you a new asshole make you both wish you were never born.

                                   Love, your big sis,
                                             Tammy

Much to Danny's dismay, this will not be an awesome Weekend Update post filled with pictures of my drunken self and friends, girls making out, people getting stuck in small places, or even pictures that no one remembers taking in the first place.

Which isn't to say these things didn't happen this weekend, but you know, it's just that we don't have any proof.

Anyway, here's a rough breakdown of what went on in my life these past few days. Yeah yeah, you're actually gonna have to like, read and stuff.

Thursday night we had a mixer with Omega Phi Gamma. I've said it once and I'll say it again: If you don't want to drink, then don't hang out with any Omegas, because they will sit you down, tie you up, and force alcohol down your throat. Okay, not really, but I have never met a group of people who peer pressures as much as they do. And uhm, anything that happened at the house, stays in the house, right?

I love my ASR sisters. Perhaps a little uhm... more than normal?

Damn you, Everclear punch. Damn you. *Shakes fist*

I spent all of Friday recuperating from the previous night. Have you ever tried to learn about 18th century printmaking while hungover?

Around midnight, Connie calls me to go to the GB house with her. We arrive there only to find that EVERYONE was intoxicated. Now, these guys' sexual preferences are already enigmatic to begin with, but when they have a few beers whole Power Hour's worth of alcohol in their systems, they become full-blown homosexual.

After the GB house, I walked home in the rain at 3 in the morning to a completely empty apartment. And to top things off, the electricity went out.

Wow, if that's not pitiful, I'm not sure what is. But thankfully, I had company later that night so I didn't start thinking about scary pale faces in my bathroom mirror, creepy girls with long hair crawling out of my computer screen, or little kids who can see dead people.

Because, you see, that was saved for Saturday night.

Saturday evening, I attended the Lambda Date Dash with Eric. Who is Eric, you might ask? Well, I didn't know either. Kelli called me 20 minutes before we were supposed to meet up and asked me to go with her date's roommate.

Once again, oh, the things I do for a free t-shirt.

No but really, I had a good time. They took us to Z Tejas for dinner, and then to Alamo Drafthouse to watch The Grudge.

Yes, The Grudge. Fuckers.

From what I saw of the movie, it was pretty damn creepy. Although I must admit, the storyline was weak, I was sorely disappointed by Sarah Michelle Gellar's performance, and The Ring was a much better movie. Nonetheless, there were some images in The Grudge that I will never be able to get out of my head.

Especially at 4 in the morning.

Goddamnit. This is why I hate scary movies. But like Stephanie said, Ring 2 - bring it on.

Note to self #1,134: Don't go beer-for-beer with someone ever again. Even if they claim to have an extremely low tolerance.

Note to self #1,135: While drunk-dialing people may seem fun at the time, it won't be the next day when you look in your outgoing logs on your phone only to discover that you've called your ex, someone you haven't talked to in 2 years, and YOUR MOM. And it's also quite embarrassing when you find out you said something along the lines of "I'm horny, come over" to someone. Someone who was completely sober.

However, Stephanie approves.
S e h n E 13: so of the 3 drunken night stories that i was just told over aim, your's is #1
S e h n E 13: congrats

Sunday night was filled with meetings. Long, tedious, boring meetings. However, Vivian and I managed to entertain ourselves by playing a nice game of Hodgy Podgy over AIM while sitting right next to each other. Don't know how to play? It's easy. One person starts off and says a word, and the next says another one, and so forth. You usually end up with some really great sentences.

Example:
PiNK ess enz: TODAY
its tamzilla: I
PiNK ess enz: HAD
its tamzilla: A
PiNK ess enz: BONER
its tamzilla: AND
PiNK ess enz: I
its tamzilla: SUCKED
PiNK ess enz: IT
its tamzilla: .
PiNK ess enz: THEN,
its tamzilla: I
PiNK ess enz: USED
its tamzilla: IT
PiNK ess enz: TO
its tamzilla: PLAY
PiNK ess enz: WITH
its tamzilla: YOUR
PiNK ess enz: HAIR!!!

Other things said:
Skeet in my mouth from your mouth to Julie's eye.
Mark and Lambo like black birds?? However they are totally ambiguously gay!!!
I want to hump a camel toe becuase they are delicious.

You, too, can enjoy this type of entertainment whenever you are in a ridiculously boring meeting/class/church service.

I now leave you with the "Krunkest Interesection in Texas" [Link via LYD]

Happy 21st Birthday to My Big Sis, Karen!!!

This reminds me of my roommate and myself.


In other news, Phuong and Kelli, your asses are about to get owned.

Yesterday was ASR's Crush. We had a boat party. The weather was awesome, the lake was beautiful, we (or at least I) had a lot of fun. I'll save you the details and go straight to the pictures.

But let's just say that I was uhm... a little intoxicated in the majority of these.

And no, Danny. I do not have a drinking problem.

[Edit]
More pictures, courtesy of Jen and Vivian.







Sigh. Another three days gone by so fast.

Best quote I've heard in a while: "There's that whole "if you love something, let it go..." thing, but frankly, I'd be much more comfortable if the saying was "if you love something, lock it in a dungeon". Sigh. So true.

Anyway, hope you all have a good week. See you next weekend!

Kisses from me to you. <3

It's been a few days. My blog is kinda running dry.

It needs some personal lubricant.

In other news:

I like to eat Homosexual Cereal.

I like to skip out on drinking and partying and go to Kerbey Lane instead with Phuong and Vivian.

I am a Kerry Hater for Kerry.
[Link via Ryan]

Hey! I never knew Bush listened to Prodigy! Awesome.

I got light brown contacts (much thanks to Julie) and despite thinking that I look uncannily like the un-dead, they're beginning to grow on me.

I'm excited about this coming weekend. Aren't you?