Conversation from work today:

Katie: I'm hungry
Me: I have these "Plane Crackers" from my flight back from Nashville. See, they're plain crackers in the shape of planes! Get it?
Katie: Haha. Yeah, I'll have some.
Me: Sorry, they're kinda smushed though from being in my purse all day.
Katie: So... they're really just... "Plane Crashed Crackers" then, aren't they?
Me: ...Yeah, "9-11 Flight 93 Crackers", if you will.
Katie: We are so going to hell.
Me: I'll save you a seat on the way there.

Too soon, kids? Too soon?

This year's Valentine's ranks right up there with getting dumped on the same day 4 years ago. Man, I hate today.

At least I get to see my Jimmies tomorrow! Going home could not have come at a better time.

My brother and Co. came out with us this weekend. He got wasted off of 2 drinks, as expected. But fun was had, nonetheless.

It's the new cool hand sign - the "Crab". Fobby peace signs no more!

Kind of reminds me of this AWESOME commercial:


You can see the rest of the fun pictures from Friday on Facebook.

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So I ended up going movie hopping with Phuong and my brother Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, we ended up watching none of the 3 that I've requested below. We saw Hannibal Rising (wasn't terrible, but definitely kind of drawn out), Smokin' Aces (entertaining to watch, and it had a fun cast), and Epic Movie (93 minutes of my life that I wish I could have back - this movie was so bad that it alone ruined movie day altogether and made me wish I stayed home instead. If you were planning on going to see this, don't - just jab some dull pencils in your eyes instead and you'll get the same effect).
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I haven't been movie hopping in awhile. I don't know if I just can't find someone to go with me, or I haven't got the time, or I'm too lazy (but then again, what's lazier than being too lazy to watch movies all day?), or what? I work in a mall with a freaking movie theater in it, for cryin' out loud. Why haven't I gone to the movies in so long??

In any case, there are three that I've been dyin' to see:

Children of Men

Because I've heard nothing but good things about this movie. Oh, and Clive Owen makes my mouth drool a little.


Casino Royale

Because I've hated every goddamn 007 movie since GoldenEye. They relied too heavily on bad special effects, even worse sexual innuendos, and Pierce Brosnan's permanently immaculate hair. So this one's gotta be better, right?

And last but not least,
Pan's Labyrinth

Because this guy just looks fuckin' cool:




So... anyone want to movie hop with me?


...Please?

...Man, my camera is awesome. Almost as awesome as my mouth.

Thanks to everyone who came out to Karma Lounge for our rush party! You guys made our party a great success. No throwing up or scandalous stories this time, but fun was definitely had.

The Zetas re-united!



I loved the red lighting in the bathroom - covers up the Asian flush... I mean... sunburn.


On a side note, everyone beware of this guy when you're downtown:


Don't let the smile on my face fool you, I actually wanted to stab him on the inside. This little fucker (whom I've never met) came up to me at the bar and asked, "So my friend and I are broke, can you buy us drinks?" WHO DOES THAT?! According to one of my friends who knows him, he does that a lot whenever he's out. C'mon - it's the number one rule of 6th Street: If you're broke, don't go (well, that and "Don't get arrested"). So if you ever see him out and he asks you to buy him a shot, say no and tell him to fuck himself.

This past Saturday, Phuong and I went to Town Lake for a nice stroll around the lake because it was such a beautiful day. In the process, we managed to get lost for TWO AND A HALF HOURS.

See, this is the trail we were supposed to follow (starting at G):


What we actually ended up taking was (starting at G):


Oops. Slight miscalculation. My favorite part about this whole ordeal was walking through the semi-ghetto side of town (E. Riverside and Montopolis), and getting honked and hollered at by passing cars. What was our count up to, Phuong, like, 24 or something? Ridiculous. You'd think these guys have never seen a girl in their lives before or something.

Anyway, according to the Google Maps scale, we covered about 10km. I'm not sure how many miles that is, but all I know is that my legs still fuckin' hurt. I'm done with exercising for the rest of 2007.

But it was kinda fun though.

Today, I watched this episode of Scrubs before I went into work.

Here's a clip from the beginning of the show:

Now, that goddamn song has been stuck in my head all day and night. "It's like a virus!!!" So it's only appropriate that I spread it to you guys as well.

"Nurse? ...Erasure!"



Happy suffering!

Parking (or lack thereof) on campus alone is enough to make me want to drop out of UT.

'Nuff said.

Thank God for $1.50 pint night at Crown and Anchor.

This semester marks my 7th consecutive semester as an active of Alpha Sigma Rho after I crossed in the fall of 2003.

God, that makes me feel old.

Throughout high school, I always made fun of sororities (or "sorostitutes", as I liked to call them) and fraternities, thinking that they were organizations where you had to pay for your friends. I thought greek life revolved around partying, drugs, superficial friendships, and empty relationships. So if you were to tell me four years ago, that I would be president of a sorority one day, I would have snorted milk out my nose and onto your face. And I don't even drink milk.

All I can say about my experience in being in ASR, is that my college life would not have been as fulfilling and rewarding had I not joined. And never had the number #32 meant more to me than it does now.

Anyway, there was a reason why I went into this whole schpeal. Rush starts this week, you should come.

Oh, and don't forget our party this coming Thursday at Karma Lounge on 8th and Colorado. I'm not really sure what "Goldelicious" means, but I promise you one hell of a party. Find me and I'll buy you a shot or... five - I'll be the drunk girl by the bar all night. And maybe if you're lucky, you may even get to see me wasted, sitting on a curb on the side of the street, puking up the 12 cheap wells-drinks I had earlier that night. Oh man, good times.

I can't believe how much my niece has grown over the past year. It seems like only yesterday when I helped my sister-in-law push this growth out of her vagina give birth to this beautiful, tiny, 6 pound baby. She is seriously one of the cutest things I've ever seen.

Still doesn't make me want to have one, though. Sorry, Mike!

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Now here's a long video of Madeline eating a chicken bone. Enjoy!

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Austin is cold. Well, more specifically, my room is cold.


I've had to sleep with sweatpants, a t-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and two down comforters for the past week. Oh, and I had to put my fatty cat on top of me just to keep me warm.


Why don't I just turn on the heat, you ask? Well, it's already on, and I'm afraid if I turn it on even higher, my roommates room might catch on fire. I don't get how in a small 1000 square-foot apartment, the temperatures could be so drastically different from one room to the next.


I think I just need my cuddle buddy to keep me warm in my tiny twin bed.

Remember when I said that Blogger is the shit, and it is, and forever will be, much better, more sophisticated, and much prettier than Xanga ever will be? And remember when all of you said, "no way"?

Case in point:

A "xangsta"? Really, Vivian?

Now all you bitches are turning to Blogger finally. FINALLY. I've been doing this for almost 6 years, and it's about goddamn time you guys SAW THE TRUTH... or something.

No more shitty music playing in the background, no more images so distracting you can't read the text, no more ugly emoticons. Hurray!

Today, I applaude you, Vivian, Stephanie, and Lee-Ting, for coming to the other side, the other prettier, more sophisticated, BETTER side.

Now, we've just got to convert everyone else.

To my Georgia sisters,

Thank you for driving 15 hours all the way to Austin for convention, despite only spending a mere 32 hours here. Oh, and sorry about that whole, "really bad weather" thing. Can't wait to see y'all again over summer!

Jeez. That's a lot of sweatshirts.
All of us girls in front of the tower. Yeah, don't mind the blistering cold and rain.

You know you're an emotional trainwreck when you cry to an episode of Futurama.


FUTURAMA, for cryin' out loud.


But in my defense, it was a good one.