Hurray for my fourth formal. Wow. I'm old.

I'll save you the details and get right to the pictures. And as always, mouseover for the captions.

And now I would like to take the time to introduce to you all my girlfriend, Joy.



Isn't she hot? Yeah, that's what I thought. Which is why I'm sitting here... thinking about her and how amazing our sex is. Hey, I'm actually getting pretty good at this typing-with-one-hand thing. So anyway, I love that she's the loudest fucking person I've ever known, but mainly I like that she's willing to engage in a long night of fisting. Wow, I think I just creamed myself thinking about that. I'm going to change my pants now. Joy - You happy now, you attention whore? Just kidding, I love you and your amazing cooch.

Yay! My arm is getting much better. It's even beginning to itch... which means it's getting better, right?

Right? Or does it mean that OMG MY ARM IS INFECTED AND ALL THE SKIN WILL MELT OFF MY BONES AND THEN MY WHOLE ARM IS GOING TO FALL OFF OMG!?

I like to tell people that I have a flesh eating disease and then watch the look of disgust appear on their faces as they slowly back away from my festering arm.

I like it when I go to work all drugged up and my manager feels so bad for me that he lets me take an hour and a half nap and then makes me go home.

I like it when people bump into my arm and immediately goes "EWWW GROSS!".

I also like it when Daniel makes out with my burn in the middle of the night. I know it's sexy, but c'mon. At least wait until I'm awake. Sheesh.

And I really like going to Happy Hour at Austin's Pizza with my favorite people. And then get so drunk that I get kicked out. Woohoo!

its tamzilla: dude
its tamzilla: so today
its tamzilla: i went to happy hour at 4:30
its tamzilla: and i got really drunk
its tamzilla: threw up
its tamzilla: and stumbled back home
its tamzilla: and passed out for 3 hours
its tamzilla: now im wide awake
Emily H13: i hope you will feel ok when you look at your bill
Emily H13: bars are expensive
Emily H13: even for happy hour
Emily H13: or wait
Emily H13: are you still a light weight
Emily H13: how much did you have
its tamzilla: ...
its tamzilla: two and a half beers.
its tamzilla: HAHAHA
Emily H13: haha
Emily H13: ok nevermind

And lastly, I like it when Emily compares friends to food. Because friends and food are FUN!

Emily H13: i dont like to offend people and it just reminds me of first grade when girls would be like you cant have two best friends you can only have one you have to choose
Emily H13: and i would sit there and be like but i like both of you
Emily H13: its like asking whats your favorite dessert
Emily H13: i mean i like so many
Emily H13: how can you choose
Emily H13: they are just different
Emily H13: and some you have a stronger connection
Emily H13: because you have been eating it longer
Emily H13: and then others are like your new favorite dessert
Emily H13: but who knows how long you will really like it
Emily H13: where as chocolate cake will always be your favorite and you know that because its been in your life for so long and is still at the top of the list
its tamzilla: haha. wow you just made an intellectual comparison between friendship and dessert. that is awesome.
Emily H13: yea only i can get away with comparing friends to food

And of course... I like YOU. :D

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And since I like you so much, you should come to our car wash tomorrow!

ASR Car Wash!
McDonald's off MLK
11am-5pm
PLEASE COME! I'll give you a high-five!

My Flaming Dr. Pepper Night

So last night, Me, Kelli, Daniel, and Joy met up with Phuong, Annie, and Julie at the DKE house for some yummy-yummy Flaming Dr. Peppers. The night started off great... great party, great band, great company, and of course, great drinks.

What went down in the following 15 minutes, no one could have saw coming. So I'm not really sure exactly what happened, but if you were there, please fill in the blank spots. But all I remember was one minute I was chilling with my friends, waiting for my next Flaming Dr. Pepper, and the next, my arm was on fire. Apparently, one of the bottles that the bartender was holding exploded, and alcohol/flames flew out, hitting a few people, including myself.

I had become a Flaming Dr. Pepper.

Then, my hero of the night, Daniel, sees my arms in flames and uses only his MANLY BARE HANDS to put out the fire.

Then I went into hysterics. Not so much from the pain of the burn, but from seeing my arm on fire, and seeing another girl with flames on her chest and face, thrashing around on the ground. That image will be forever embedded into my mind.

It's scarred me for life. Literally.

After calming down some, Vivian came to pick me up to take me back to our apartment. That's when I called my mom and sufficiently freaked her out. Cause really, what can be more terrifying than getting a phone call from your crying daughter at 1 in the morning? Then I called my manager and told him something along the lines of, "Uhhh, yeah so I went to a party and I CAUGHT ON FIRE. I don't think I can go to work tomorrow".

After my phone calls, my friends decided that it be best that I go to the hospital to get my arm checked out. And as much as I despise hospitals, I knew they were right. And I'm totally glad I did because we made some good friends while we waited in the waiting room for THREE HOURS.

My favorite character was Heroin Lady. I can't even begin to describe just how much was wrong with her.

Heroin Lady, Visitor, our games of Hodgey Podgey, Telephone, and Mafia definitely made my 3-hour wait time worthwhile. And it took my mind off of what happened earlier in the night.

When my name was finally called, I had to leave my buddies and go into an empty room by myself, where I waited for another hour and a half before someone finally attended to me. I've got some 2nd degree burns, and I can't wait till it starts to blister and ooze out delicious bodily fluids.



Anyway, I didn't end up getting home till 6:30am. My bed was incredibly inviting. I think I was more traumatized by the 5 hours I spent in the hospital than the burn itself.

As Daniel puts it, last night was HOTTTT.

Hahaha. Lame. I love it.

No, but in all seriousness, despite me making light of this situation, being burned is no joking matter. This shit hurts like a motherfucker. And to think that I used to whine and complain about my pussy oven and cigarette burns. This time, it was the real deal, and to say that it sucks would be an understatement.

I can't stop thinking about the other girl who got it worse than me. I'm already complaining about my burns, so I can't even imagine what she's going through right now. I also can't stop thinking about how much worse things could have been. What if I was really drunk and didn't know what to do? What if there was a draft of wind in the room? What if I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt? What if it had gotten to my face? These "if's" keep running through my head... and I am more grateful now than ever that things were not as bad as they could have been.

But honestly, who the fuck catches on fire nowadays? Seriously.

Anyway, I'm okay now. Still a little shaken up, but I'm gonna be alright. Especially now that I've got my buddy, Vicodin. My wound shouldn't scar up too bad, as long as I take good care of it.

Lastly, I just want to thank my friends.

Julie and Phoung - thanks for keeping your cool and making sure I was okay.

Annie - thanks for yelling that the GBs and making them go away. That was funny.

Prudon - your face when you saw me was priceless. It made me chuckle a little on the inside.

Park - thanks for staying with me the whole time at the GB house.

And a HUGE thanks to Kelli, Joy, Vivian, Richard, and Daniel for coming with me to the hopsital. And waiting there for like, ever, for me. I think I would have gone crazy if you guys weren't there to get my mind off of things. Having you all there with me the whole time meant more to me than you will ever know. I'm definitely blessed and incredibly lucky to have friends like you guys. No joke.

And Daniel, you're amazing. Thanks for being my hero of the night.

Haha. Barf.

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Thanks for all of you who IMed/called me asking if I was okay and feeling better. You guys are great. Especially this one:

Spoon635: i was just thinking about you
its tamzilla: oh :D
Spoon635: and how big your big fat head is
Spoon635: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Spoon635: sorry. that was mean.
its tamzilla: i hate you

Man, it's totally April.

So since I've gotten my ID, I've been abusing it like nobody's business. Going out to Sixth Street every single weekend (and weekdays, too) has been crazy fun. And of course, now that I bar-hop, I will never, ever want to pay for cover ever again.

It's fun being 22.

Especially for 5 nights in a row. There's nothing better than getting drunk for the resurrection of our Lord and savior.

I'm such an alkie, I love it.

In other news...

I blame my lack of posts this time on Daniel (and Kelli). Damn you for keeping me away from my beloved Blogger. How dare you. Tsk.

I finally got a new phone after ruining my old one at the boat party last weekend. As nice as it was for me to not get phone calls from my manager telling me to go in early, it's definitely nicer to have a phone again. Especially if I get kidnapped and taken to some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere where I'm forced to do naughty things to barn animals. Uhh. Anyway.

Daniel and I went to go see Sin City on the day it came out. And it was TOTALLY WICKED. Yeah. It was good.

I have no tests or projects until the end of April. Let's play! (As if I don't play enough already...)

I see Richard almost everyday now. I see him more now than I did when I lived with him at Dobie. Seeing him and Vivian together makes me throw up a little in my mouth.

I definitely laughed when I read this. And I'm so going to hell. Who's coming with me?

I like Daniel. But he's gay. :(
Daniel M 1111111: so on saturday night when i went to go meet you, one of vora's friends had come up from houston and I was out with them, but then i left to go find you
Daniel M 1111111: and when i left, apparently this girl maxine asked vora why i was going to meet a girl
Daniel M 1111111: SINCE I WAS GAY

I have the best Facebook picture, ever. Love me?

I miss home. I think it's about time I see my friends and family again.

I love these girls (and we really miss you, Julie):



My posts are the suck. I think I don't know how to be funny anymore. Wah. I lose at life. Please help me bring back the funny.