I got bangs!

For those of you who hang out with me a lot in Austin, you'd know that I've wanted side bangs for a while. I even asked Joy to cut me some one night with giant craft scissors.

Anyway, yeah. The most exciting thing that's happened since I've been back in Nashville is that I got a haircut at MasterCuts for only 18 dollars!

Who says you have to pay 40+ to get a decent haircut? Whee!

God, good hair days make me so happy.

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I take that back. The most exciting thing that's happened since I've been back was getting completely tossed at Ken's Karaoke last night. It was definitely good to see old faces again.

One of my friends whom I haven't seen in over a year said the nicest thing to me: "Tammy, you have not changed one bit. Except for the alcohol part." I think it made my night.

Now, if there's something I can do about my massive hangover right now...

Upon closer re-examination of my summer pictures, I have noticed two things:

One.

So that's a picture of me giving Phuong a big, friendly, rated-PG hug. And the dude behind me is looking at us like we're about to have hot anal sex on the table. Ew. And even if there WAS gonna be some hot anal action, you think we'd let you watch? Let me give you a hint - NO. Go away.

Two.



If I could, I would dub this pic, "THE BEST PICTURE EVER TAKEN ON 6TH STREET BECAUSE IT PERFECTLY EXEMPLIFIES WHAT A NIGHT OUT SHOULD END UP LOOKING LIKE", but it's kind of long and it ends in a preposition. But yeah, every 6th Street picture should have at least 2 of these components as proof of a successful night.



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<<< I added some new people/movies to my long-as-shit list. Enjoy!

I'm currently back in my beloved, good ole Nashville, Tennessee. I can honestly say, "It's good to be home."

These past 30 hours have been quite uneventful. I passed out for a good 3 hours as soon as I got home, and then played on the computer only to fall back asleep a few hours later. Despite being bored out of my damn mind, it's kind of nice taking a break from partying so much in Austin.

Oh, who am I kidding, I miss it already. But I think my liver needs a break for a few weeks days.

On a typical summer day in Austin where I don't have to work, my schedule usually runs as:

2:15pm: Wake up. Turn on TV.
2:30pm: Get up to pee, brush teeth, check computer.
2:40pm: Go back to bed. Watch TV.
5:30pm: Realize I'm hungry. Make food. Eat.
6:00pm: Watch CSI on TV for two hours.
8:15pm: Play on computer/ watch even more TV.
10:00pm: Wonder what I'm gonna do for the night. Ask around.
10:40pm*: Start getting ready. Shower, make-up, the works.
11:45pm: Head out to Trudys/6th Street/Some party. Drink to heart's content.
2:30am: Somehow find a way back home.
2:45am: Drunk-IM a bunch of people. Sometimes people from middle school that I haven't talked to in years.
3:00am: Decide to go swimming at Campus Estates.
5:00am: Leave swimming pool because hands are pruney.
5:15am: Realize I'm hungry. Get breakfast from McDonald's.
5:45am: Check computer one more time.
6:30am: Finally pass out.

* If no one is going out, then 10:40pm - 6:30am consists of bad late-night television and infomercials.

And of course, these nights are accompanied by pictures. As always, mouse-over for comments.

Pics provided by Joy. More here.

I am the least productive person in the history of the universe.

So yeah, if you're in Nashville anytime until August 8th. Call me up. PLEASE.

This pretty much sums up the past two months:

SooshiMooshi: whatd you do today
psycogyrrl: went to a museum, walked THROUGH central park- lol- went to lunch, went downtown and then uptown, and then shopping
psycogyrrl: whew
SooshiMooshi: niiice
psycogyrrl: whatd you do
SooshiMooshi: ...
SooshiMooshi: NOTHING
psycogyrrl: ya, no shit i just felt bad not asking.
SooshiMooshi: haha shut up i hate you

I'm broke.

No, like, really, really fucking broke.

I have negative dollars in BOTH my bank accounts right now (damn you, overdraft fees!), and I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do.

Bye bye, $1000 for the apartment deposit.
Bye bye, $100 for the application fee.
Bye bye, $147 for my speeding ticket.

Hello, debt.

Goddamnit. You know it's really pathetic when you can't even buy a fucking 99 cent burger from Wendy's.

Sigh.

GreatTeacherJoE: so 7/11 came and went
its tamzilla: so did you make me proud?
GreatTeacherJoE: no
GreatTeacherJoE: i worked
GreatTeacherJoE: and had apple cidra :(


Did YOU do the 7-11 Challenge?

Or were you like me, and just got a dinky free slurpee instead?

I love Joy, because she writes amazing things like this:

Heres what everyone's been waiting for -- another sex post.

Well after talking to a few of my girlfriends we realize that a lot of guys are ... well what's a nice way to put this....they're fuck-ups. They're FUCKUPS because they can't do something as simple as sex RIGHT. I mean we provide you the vag you provide us with the orgasm...its really that simple.

And if you're one of those bastard guys that are like "oh blah blah whatever as long as i get mine i dont care its her fault if she doesnt get hers". WELL you know what kind of guys say that? Not only SELFISH ones but ones that just fucking suck in the sack because that is obviously your only valid defense on why you cant get a girl off.

So here are some tips for Guys who actually do care about us getting ours, and not having to fake it all the time because frankly we're sick of it.

1. We're not a blow-up doll. Meaning dont treat us like one. meaning dont just fucking kiss our neck once and then ram into us. its called fore-play look it up would ya?

2. If you're going to make it rough sex, do it right. Meaning, dont spank us out of nowhere, make sure we're prepared for it and also we're not one of your boys, so dont fucking slap us like one, a firm simple tap will do just fine.

3. Take your time. Jesus christ if you have some where to be then dont have sex. Sex is like wine, it has to be fucking savored. Explore our body inch by inch, don't go for the typical places like boobs and boobs and boobs. Theres more to our body then our boobs. Try our neck, our stomach, our inner thighs....just remember if you pleasure us...we'll be more than happy to pleasure you back.

4. Our vag is not a piece of meat nor is it a toy. Think of it this way how would you like it if we jabbed at your dick or grabbed it violently? That shit would suck right? So what makes you think we like it when you guys ram your fingers up there or do whatever the fuck yall do with it. That shit sucks, please treat it like what it is, a womans fucking private part. its the golden rule of sex damn it, do unto others as you would like them to do unto your private parts.

5. There is a such thing called oversensation, where its so much that it just doesnt feel good, it gets to the point where it becomes uncomfortable. So when we're trembling out of control dont feel like a bad ass, switch it up a little. How do you guys like your BJs? A little bit of variety right? Different speeds different tricks.....etc.

6. Dont make us call your member names...Dont ask us what your name is...Dont ask us "who's your daddy" ... it ruins everything...so please..just dont do it. Its lame.

7. Don't make us get on top all the time, it's really tiring. Please be fair if we've been ontop for 10 minutes be a gentleman and switch us off.

8. When you guys start getting into it, you know exactly what im talking about too. When you lose sight of everything and all you're concerned about is getting off and you forget we're there and you just start POUNDING away almost there almost there, hey jack ass ever realize that sometimes that shit fucking hurts? RAM RAM RAM we're not just a fucking hole for you to ram your shit into so you can get off. If we rammed the shit out of you you wouldnt walk straight for a week. So when you're about to go it may be a lot to ask but le the girl know you're still there with her, ask her if its okay or give her a heads up "im going to go" and if she says no not yet then you beter fucking control that shit but if she says okay then do your thing.

9. Talking is not allowed. Dont ask my how my day went, Dont ask me If i like that, dont ask me does that feel good. It is HARD ENOUGH AS IT IS FOR US TO GET OFF as i directly quote a fellow girlfriend "STFU BITCH IM TRYING TO GET OFF HERE". It's true..dont do it, it ruins our concentration. We have to put 100% of our energy into concentrating on the sensation of our vag to make us peak, and we cant do it with you running your mouth off. If it feels good youll know cuz we'll probably moan loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

10. Dont fucking ask us to finish you off, dont fucking ask us to give you head. I swear to god that shit is just foul. RECIEVING HEAD IS A GOD DAMNED PRIVELAGE. ITS NOT LIKE EATING VAG OKAY?! It is damn hard work controlled breathing, controlled speed, controlled variation of tongue movements, controlled amount of sucking pressure,CONTROLLING OUR GAG REFLEXES. YOU TRY TO FUCKING DEEP THROAT A CUCUMBER FOR 5 MINUTES AND TELL ME HOW IT IS KAY? All yall do is lick there is no up and down there are no neck cramps, or your hair getting into your mouth or having to be right next to some dirty ass testicles. So you dont make the fucking calls we do. if a girl does not offer to finish you off or give you pleasure dont fucking ask for it. It makes you look like a damn fool.

11. No. you can not cum all over our face. No we will never change our minds. For you to even FATHOM that thought just makes you a douche bag all together. Here next time you ask a girl if you can bust a load on her face, take some of your shit and put it on your face and tell me how you like it and then you can decide if you still want to or not.

So there it is, just a few tips to make your fellow girl happy guys. Make us stop faking, we're tired of it. We dont enjoy being constantly frustrated, nor do we enjoy being so damn unsatisfied. Everytime we dont get off its like you guys getting damn blue balls. We get mad and not only do we get mad we tell all our girlfriends how fucking bad you suck in the sack which leads you to being the laughin stock of all females as well as a sudden decrease of females wanting to sleep with you. So take that as motivation for you to improve your game, because trust me guys, when you're good the whole entire god damned female population will know. Because finding a GUY who is actually good in bed and caters to a girls needs is one in a million.

So there you are guys...happy fucking!

Oh, it's funny cause it's true.

Did I mention I love summer? No, seriously.

I just got back from Trudy's and I'm buzzed, not gonna lie.

Wanna hear a sad story? No? Well too fucking bad because I'm telling you anyway. So on July 4th, I really wanted to go downtown because this is the first "Labor Day" that I've spent in Austin. I was supposed to go with Miss ConnieConnie around 11:30 to midnight. So I started getting ready. And I ended up having an awesome hair day, and my make-up looked pimp, and I just had one of those very rare nights where I'm like, "Shit. I look good." I mean, look at that picture! My hair! My earrings! My make-up! My shirt! My bad tan lines! SO GOOD. So when I finished getting ready, I called my partner up...

No answer.

So I think, "Okay, no big deal. It's 4th of July! I'm sure a lot of people would want to go out tonight!"

Oh, how wrong was I.

NO ONE WANTED TO GO OUT. But by that, I really mean, I have no friends and I lose at life.

But Stephanie is cool as shit since she went to Trudy's with me despite her very hurt feet (she walked all the way back to West Campus from 4th Street, yo. How hardcore is that?).

So anyway, my girls are back from Houston and we can party like its Nineteen-Ninety... Hold up it is! [Shut up, I'm drunk.]

And if you're in Austin, go out to Sixth tomorrow night! Maybe if you're lucky, you get to see me dance on top of a bar, make out with a girl, and THROW UP IN YOUR MOUTH. Haha. Ew.

In other news, I think Scott Weiland is fucking hot. I don't care if you say I'm dirty for thinking so. I've wanted to sex him since I was like, 12 when Stone Temple Pilots was FUCKING AWESOME [Speaking of which, what is this Velvet Revolver bullshit? COME BACK, STP.] I don't know, there's just something about that drugged-up, non-bathed look that get's me all hot and bothered. And I've also realized that I love it when rock stars swear in their songs. Maybe it's a weird fetish. So yeah, if you're a dude, swear a lot. It'll turn me on. Except if you're cussing at me. Cause then it's not cool and I may have to tear you a new asshole.

There are like 80 flies in this god-forsaken apartment. Where did they come from? Why won't they just die already? I keep thinking about that episode of the Most eXtreme Animals on Animal Planet (hey, it's a good show! DON'T JUDGE ME!) and they were counting down the top 10 most disgusting animals on Earth. And #1 just so happened to be the fly. And they talked about how every time they land on something, they shit. How fucking gross is that? I mean, I do that sometimes, but at least my shit smells like flowers. God. These flies need to burn in hell. Or I need to have one of those electric fly-swatters so you can shock them mid-air and then "accidentally" electrocute your friend's head while you're at it. That'd be excellent.

So I'm going back to Nashville on July 25th to August 8th. So if you're gonna be there, call me up cause I don't know when the next time I'll be able to go back. I miss my girls at home and I can't even begin to describe how excited I am about seeing them again.

I am pleasantly surprised by my incredible html skills right now. And just how articulate I am at this point. I amaze me.

I leave you all with this nice conversation I had the other day:

Spoon635: oh, what are you taking next semester?
SooshiMooshi: im taking BIOLOGY OF AIDS. haha
Spoon635: that should be easy since it came from you

Goodnight and I shall see you all tomorrow.

Today, I cried.

I felt the tears stream down my face as I read about the attacks on London's subway system:

Witnesses described the horror of seeing victims dying and with serious injuries. There were scenes of panic as power failed on crowded underground trains, and tunnels filled with smoke.

"We were all trapped like sardines waiting to die," said Angelo Power. "I honestly thought I was going to die, as did everyone else."

"There were bodies everywhere. Heads and bits of bodies, heads and arms and legs all ripped away."

It makes me question humanity and wonder just what the hell this world has come to. It makes me so sad to know that there are actually people out there who think that it is okay for them to hurt and kill people the way they did. But what's even more depressing is knowing it has to take something as extreme as these bombings to awaken the rest of us to the reality of such hate and ignorance.

How long will it be before this event becomes whittled away into a distant memory? We become so consumed in our own lives and problems that we never stop to think that there are thousands, if not millions, of others who have it 100 times worse than we do. Does it really have to take the death of 37 people for us to realize that?

What happened todsy was a brutal reminder of just how cruel and despicable mankind really is.

I pray for those injured from the attacks. I pray for the friends and families of those who lost their lives. I pray that justice will be served to those who cause this. And above all, I pray for humanity.

Last night, I consumed, in order:

Cherry vodka sour
Rum and Coke
Cherry vodka sour
Three legged monkey
Whiskey sour
Tequila shot
Whiskey sour
YAGER BOMB [Damn you, David Lee.]
Cherry Vodka Sour

And I didn't throw up.

To those of you who say I can't hang, fuck you.

Granted, I'm hungover like a bitch today. I need my Pho buddies.

Anyway, I had so much fun with Connie (thanks for taking us home), Annie, Bui, Le, and Andy. And it was definitely great to see Jessica and my Omega pledge bros again. Oh, and it's about damn time that I see this guy again, even though he fucked me over by getting me really strong drinks.

Oh, man. Round 2 tonight?