My friend, Ruth, is leaving for ministry school in Chicago at the end of August. As a going away present, my church's youth group is making her a calendar to remember us by. Each one of us gets to design a month. (I got March because both mine and Ruth's birthday fall in it... and because it's only the coolest month of the 12.)

Anyway, I decided to go around Nashville and take a different picture for each day of places/people/things that would remind Ruth of us and of this lovely town.

Here is the semi-finished result:

Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day (when I'm not wearing a brand new red skirt that has un-fixed dye and flip flops that keep getting stuck in puddles).

I went shopping with Molly this afternoon. And shopping with Molly is always a great GOD-AWFUL idea. Once again, I managed to spend money I don't have, and buy things I don't need. But hey, at least I'm fashionable! (Haha. I so lose.)

And um.

OH. MY. GOD.

Let's just say tonight is one night that I would like to eradicate from my memory for my sanity's sake.

Wow. Just... wow.

That is all. Goodnight, friends.

I watched Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle last night with Big Steve. [Yes. I shelled out 8 dollars to see this piece of shit. But hey, this movie stars two Asian-American actors, and it's only my moral responsiblity to see it, right?]

All I can say about it is that it's so god-awfully bad that it's good. I laughed a lot. But then again, I tend to laugh a lot at brainless things.

Like I said to a friend last night, I'd recommend this movie as long as you go into it thinking you're about to watch the most ridiculously stupid movie in the history of the universe.

I do, however, have a new-found respect for Wilson Phillips.

Holllddd on for one more day. Things will go your waaaayy.... Hold on for one more day.

Cough.

So anyway, I'm no longer a triangle-head. Yay!

And I'll leave you with some other Asiantastic things:

Molly sent me this tonight:

And 3 Ninjas Kick Back is on TBS as we speak and Tum Tum is my hero.

Goodnight.

My first time clubbing in Nashville was... interesting, to say the least. But, Lindsey, Lindsey's friend (I know her name, but I won't butcher it by trying to spell it out), Sarah, Emily, and I had a good time at Hurricanes nonetheless.

Highlights:

When Lindsey's friend's college ID didn't work so they had to go back home to get her passport.

"There's 3 guys over there, and there's 5 of us. Each one of us can have two! Wait... that's not right."

Dancing on stage just isn't the same when I don't have Miss KelliKelli grabbing my belt loops, grinding up on me, and pinning me against the wall.

Forget going to the gym. I burn more calories trying to squeeze through the massive crowds than I ever will on that goddamn elliptical machine.

Yay for free cover on Thursday nights!

Opened-shirt guy, big scary black guy, crazy stalker guy, and "I think I love you" guy are my favorite characters of the evening.

Are guys turned on by sweaty girls? Cause, ew.

Just to set the record straight, I, nor none of my friends, are named "baby", "sexy", or "cutie".

Hurricanes plays pretty decent music. I only heard one song repeated all night. And it wasn't Usher's "Yeah!".

God must hate us for dancing the way we did to Kirk Franklin's "Stomp". [FYI - It's a gospel song.]

For any of you who are considering going there - Make sure to keep your drinks covered since this club likes to spray confetti at unsupecting times. Drinking pink and yellow shreds of crepe paper isn't that fantastic.

"Penny beers? Ohmygod. That means... you can get... a hundred beers for a dollar!!!"

Sarah totally wins at the popularity game.

I sweat so much that I felt like I had jumped into a swimming pool fully dressed. Yeah, that's gross, I know.

Thank God for girlfriends when you need them to rescue you from creepy guys who can't take "no" for an answer.

Ah. Good times. Same time, same place, next Thursday, ladies? [Emma - this means you have to come next week too, drunkie.]

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Repercussions of last night: My legs are sore, my throat burns, and my head is still pounding. Signs of a good night, if I do say so myself.

Hahaha. This avatar looks so much like me it's kind of scary.

Well, with the exception that this avatar is way cuter than I am. Sigh. I so lose.

So? What are you waiting for? Make one of yourself.
[Link via Ryan]

I bit my lower lip really hard today. So hard that my lip started bleeding and is currently swollen. I did that four times.

Four times! What the hell is wrong with me?

I think I must have forgotten how to chew, or something. I suck.

It's 2:41 in the morning and I have nothing better to do than some silly little test from Quizilla.

Well, it's not really silly as much as it is just downright nerd-tastic. And I'm not quite sure whether to be proud of the fact that I'm a grammar god, or if I should be horribly embarrassed.

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla


You know, because English I can speaks very goodly.

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S e h n E 13: HURRAY!
S e h n E 13: I AM A BASTARD!
S e h n E 13: holy shit, i rock!
S e h n E 13: i am so happy!

I worked from 11 to 9 today. On 3 hours of sleep. Hungover. It was awesome.
[Reminder to self: Don't EVER do that again.]

I saw King Arthur with Emma, Joe, and Leah after work. The movie was just as bad as I expected. If it weren't for the fact that all the knights were pretty good looking, I might have walked out and watched, oh, I don't know, A Cinderella Story or something.

Just kidding. Hilary Duff can toss my salad.

But I digress. So I was almost bored to tears for the majority of this movie. I laughed outloud at scenes that weren't supposed to be funny. Even Keira Knightley failed to turn me on with all that hideous blue war paint. And hey! Wasn't King Arthur supposed to like, die at the end?

I was never a big fan of the Arthurian legend to begin with, but I would pretty much be willing to watch any other movie about King Arthur than this cinematic turd. I think the only thing that kept me awake through this two-hour snooze-fest was the tiny shred of hope I had for KA and his posse to stumble across the Knights Who Say NI! But yet again, Jerry Bruckheimer disappoints me so.

This movie gets a thumbs down. But Clive Owen gets a thumbs up.

Dear Incredibly Hot Guy with the Orange Swim Trunks,

     I saw you today by the pool at the YMCA, and I would just like to point out that you are one fine piece of specimen. Seeing you walk past me without a shirt on made me happier than you will ever know, and I would very much like to do ungodly things to your body. Please take all of this into consideration.

                                           Sincerely,
                                                Tammy

its tamzilla: if i had the guts i would have gone up to him and told him i wanted to sex him
S e h n E 13: hahaha
S e h n E 13: oh god, plz tell me before you ever commit such an act of bravery so that i can be there to witness it
its tamzilla: haha
S e h n E 13: you saying it to him..not the actual sex part, of course
its tamzilla: oh, he was so hot that you might want to stick around for the sex too

On vibrators:


p c 4 6 8: but then i'm sure it's more intimate with a guy tho
its tamzilla: who needs intimacy when i've got a vibrator?
p c 4 6 8: lol
its tamzilla: i cant believe im discussing vibrators with you.
p c 4 6 8: me neither
p c 4 6 8: this is one of the few vibrator conversations i've ever had
p c 4 6 8: it's rare
its tamzilla: i feel lucky
p c 4 6 8: you should, you're gettin' lucky here missy
p c 4 6 8: don't think it's an everyday occurence
p c 4 6 8: it's a privilege!!!!
its tamzilla: well hurray to that. im glad i got to share such an enlightening conversation with you
p c 4 6 8: it's much better than talking about say... the meaning of life or something like that
p c 4 6 8: b/c we can't take part in the meaning of life, but we can use vibrators
p c 4 6 8: *nods approvingly*

There are very few words to decribe my utter disdain for the atrocity that is plastic packaging.

Damn you, Sivan, for keeping me up until 3:12 in the morning. *Shakes fist*

I haven't done a bulleted list in a while. Now is a good time.

Momzilla and I ran some errands today. She bought me things, and things are always good in my book.

I love my new down comforter. I want to sex it. I mean... uh... anyway...

We did a little furniture shopping, and I fell in love with this bedroom set.

There's a huge centipede on my ceiling and it's so fucking gross. I hope it dies a slow, painful death.

Costco is the bomb-diggity.

I got Angels and Demons, and I shall start reading that as soon as I finish Lullabye. Hurray for summer reading!

A S I A NOBODY: honk honk
     its tamzilla: beep beep
     A S I A NOBODY: bump bump
     its tamzilla: vroom vroom
     A S I A NOBODY: pop flat
     its tamzilla: i think this is the most intellectual conversation we've had yet.

I think the highlight of my day was when I straightened my hair and I didn't turn out looking like Don King. My hair is actually soft! My mom took this picture while I was trying to explain to her what falafel was.

I love cong ching tzhai. [So my ping-yin sucks. Deal with it.]

I'm dying to start painting again. God, I never realized how much I missed it until tonight.

I hung out with Emma and Caleb this evening. We had a good time chilling and just talking over some way-too-sweet coffee at Fido's. I've definitely missed going to coffee houses in Nashville with the girls since I've been gone. I must say that Emma is one of my favorite people to be around. And I have not seen Caleb since I graduated, but he is definitely one of the most unique and artistic people I've ever met. It's moments like tonight that make me miss Nashville so much.

"Chill the fuck out, Sivan!"

I got Crest Night Effects today. I'll let you know just how white my teeth get in 14 days.

FUCK! WHERE THE HELL DID THAT CENTIPEDE GO?!?! SHIT COCK BALLS.

"What the hell is wrong with my voice? It won't shut the hell up."

Sivan and I have decided that farts are, and will always be, hilarious. Go farts!

Just to clarify things, no, that was not me who wrote the last post. It was a guest writer. If you would like to be a guest writer, let me know. It gets hard to be so damn clever and witty all the time, you know. [Haha. Just kidding, I suck.]

Time to go to bed early. I love bullet points, too. G'night friends.

So... the other day I was walking down the street and I saw someone wave at me. To be truthful, it was really just a girl waving and she was looking in the general direction I happened to fatefully be in at that time. This was extremely odd for a few different reasons.

1. It was a girl. I don't know girls.
2. She was standing in front of the door to my building.

Granted, I live on a very busy street, so she could have been just waving someone goodbye. You know, I was shocked at my good fortune that someone could acknowledge my pitiful existence, so I turned around to see if anyone waved back. No one waved back. And then I thought maybe she could have been waving a car off...

Anyway, 30 seconds later, she opened the door to the building and walked in and then the door shut.

This is only significant because my neighbors are HOT. Like super duper hot. And I saw one of them at the busstop this morning on my way to work. Jesus. And yea, this is not Tammy, because she wouldn't write a giant post about how HOT girls are, now would she? Only someone like me would do such an idiotic thing... =) bye bye people.

On boobs:

its tamzilla: this bra im wearing makes me look like i have huge knockers
Psycogyrrl: haha
its tamzilla: seriously
its tamzilla: it's awesome
Psycogyrrl: haha
Psycogyrrl: i HAVE huge knockers. it kills me
its tamzilla: haha
its tamzilla: guess we always want what we can't have, huh
Psycogyrrl: guh

And this little movie made me chuckle. Poor Mario.