The Weezer concert was tonight. How much I wish I was there and not reading a summer reading book... *Sigh*

I had steak and blueberries for dinner. It was yum. Someone searched for "ktv girls pictures" and ended up looking at my page. I bet he/she was disappointed. Anyway. I'm going to read now. I shall return.

Off of my friend Eric's AIM profile:

"At P.F. Chang's China Bistro, they play Dave Matthews Band. Go figure."

This girl, is an absolutely incredible artist. I'm just happy to say that I actually know her so when she becomes famous I can say, "Hey, I know her! I had art class with her freshman year!" Anway. Go take a look at her stuff, I was completely blown away.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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Dude. I'm histrionic, dependent, *and* obsessive-compulsive? I'm just disorderific, aren't I?

I've added and changed a couple of things here... I guess that's what happens when you're bored. I am thinking about changing the layout as well... You know, make things just a wee bit more exciting than they already are... but that will happen when boredom hits its peak.

I am currently drinking this Korean beverage. If it's unclear for you, here's what it says on the can: "BON BON. Orange Juice Drink with Sac."

It's pretty much orange juice with a lot of pulp, but I can't shake that feeling that I'm drinking mini-testicles. I also love it when you bite down on one, and juice squirts out. Okay Tammy, I think that's enough.

It's interesting to see how everyone in Taiwan dodges sunshine. I mean, they put up umbrellas to block the sun, and all the "beautiful" people have pale, pale skin. And here, everyone here lays out in the sun every time they get a chance to, cause you know, the tanner, the better. It's like a melanoma festival. Anyway. Just thought I'd like to share, after spending the last two hours getting skin cancer. Oh yeah, if anyone wants to join me next time by the pool, gimme a call.

I love you David, you mean the world to me. ^_^

I was listening to Dirty Vegas' Days Go By, and trying desperately to do the dance that the girl from the Mitsubishi commercial does when I stumbled across Ryan's Ode to Spammers:

I checked my e-mail inbox today, as I so often do.
Many messages awaited me; in fact, 102.

There are many friends and family who send e-mails out my way,
But there is no one in my life named "Dr. Penis" or "Debt Away."

Who is this "Madam Dominix" who wants to "Spank me till I hurt?"
And why are "Barely Legal Teens" offering to "Remove their shirts?"

I'm fairly happy with my penis size, though I have never measured,
And yet "Dr. Longwang" says a longer penis means longer pleasure.

I can't quite grasp the concept of a 27-year-old taking Viagra,
But "Jenny" with no last name says it will help me climax like Niagara.

I have no need for better mortgage rates, and my debt does not exist,
So the more I get these Spam e-mails, the more and more I'm pissed.

The faster that I click "Delete," the faster they come at me,
A Spam a minute I now count, and there's no end that I can see.

I do not need "XXX pics," and "Barnyard Fun" is disturbing,
The kind of shit people get off on is really quite unnerving.

I'll end by saying, "Knock it off" to all you Spammers out there,
What you opt to do instead of Spam, I really do not care.

As for the Spammers who will not stop, I offer up this curse,
May you be trampled by barely legal teens, or something far, far worse.

Perhaps your penises will grow and grow, until blood can't reach your head,
What good does a 20 inch penis do, when you're lying there all dead?

I hope that you get crushed by debt, and you're forced to go on the lam,
Because when you're running from the law, at least you cannot Spam.

Aside from that, silly rabbit, cursors are for people with computers. Oh, and I can't dance worth anything.

MegaMan quiz by drew

It's RockMan my friends, RockMan.

So I started and finished Candide by Voltaire today. It's an short and amusing little satire of French society. I liked it. Mainly because it was short.

I liked this part (Candide obtained some red sheep from Eldorado, but then after some problems, he was only left with one that he cared for a lot):
"To his sorrow, however, he had to part with his sheep. He gave it to the Bordeaux Academy of Science, whose annual prize was awarded that year to the author of the best essay on the subject of why this sheep's wool was red. The winner was a scholar from the North who demonstrated by A plus B minus C divided by Z that the sheep had to be red and would die of sheep-pox."

Hey Bush... Shake it fast. But please, watch yourself.

I have senior pictures tomorrow. My mom didn't care to remind me of such a thing until 2 hours ago. So now I'm frantically trying to find clothes to wear for the "most important and memorable pictures of my high school life". I'm thinking about waking up 5 minutes before I leave in my pajamas, don't wash my face, don't take a shower, go to LifeTouch, flick them off and come home and go back to sleep. It sure would make that whole trying-to-find-clothes-ordeal a heck of a lot easier. Then again, I don't want to wake up early just to flick a camera off, though I have been known to do that before *ahem*... Anyway. So I guess it's back to the finding clothes tribulation. Here's to hoping that I don't look as though someone took a shit on my face.

Current favorite song from Dave - Grace is Gone:

Neon shines through smoky eyes tonight
It’s 2 am - I’m drunk again it’s heavy on my mind
I could never love again so much as I love you
Where you end where I begin is like a river going through
Take my eyes take my heart I need them no more
If never again they fall upon the one I so adore

Excuse me please one more drink
Could you make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on

One drink to remember then another to forget
How could I ever dream to find sweet love like you again
One drink to remember and another to forget

Excuse me please one more drink
Could you make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone

You think of things impossible and the sun refuse to shine
I woke with you beside me your cold hand lay in mine

Excuse me please one more drink
Could you make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll go

Excuse me please one more drink
Could you make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone
One more drink my Grace is gone


So I cried when I was listening to this song just now. What? It's sad. And Busted Stuff is an amazing CD. Granted, I think all their CDs are amazing, but... *sigh* Good stuff, good stuff...

On Friday night (or Saturday morning - whichever you'd prefer), I went to bed at 5 in the morning. So I woke up at 2 in the afternoon that day. Meaning that I wouldn't get to go to sleep until 3am that day, but since I had church, I had to wake up at 8:30. That's not a lot of sleep, right? So I decided to take a "nap" at around 5 and didnt wake up noon today. Well, I did wake up at 3 for an hour to wash my face and stuff. But still, that's like, 18 hours of sleep. I rule.

In other news, I'm bored. It didn't really hit me just how much I wish I could drive until I came back from Taiwan on Tuesday. Yeah. I'm 17 with a permit and didn't want to drive until now. Pathetic, huh? I mean, not that there's a lot of places that I could go even if I did drive, but hey, Wal-mart would be better than sitting on my ass all day long. I was going to go swimming today too but it's raining. Just my luck.

The Army Recruit people called me just a little bit ago. Can you picture me being in the army? I sure can't.

Anyway... I'm gonna go wander around now. Toodles.

Your worst nightmare. Another test to see how well you know me. C'mon. If you've kept up with this blog, you'd be able to answer like... 4 of them. =)

Now that I am home and have a new computer, I will probably be posting incessantly. Mainly because there is absolutely nothing to do in Nashville. Except you know, ride cows.

Howdy! Pretty appropriate now that I am back in Nashville. Hurray! I would tell you all the wild and crazy things I did on the last few days that we were in Taiwan... but... there were no such wild and crazy things. David and I spent the last few days... doing... not... much at all. And even if we did, I really don't remember because the last memory of Taiwan was the glorious plane ride home. I did get to watch I Am Sam where I cried like a little girl, and then I watched Big Fat Liar. You know, with Malcom in the Middle and the annoying Amanda girl from All That. It's a winner, I tell ya. My favorite part though? They played Snow Dogs again. Northwest Airlines is the best.

I got home on Tuesday night. Suffered through jet lag for the first night but that was about it, thankfully. And... I've just been... chillin' for the last couple of days. Watched lots of DVDs. I got a new computer today, hence, me... here.... um... anyway. It was really boring yesterday and the day before, mainly because I had *nothing* to do. But now I have a new toy to play with. *Bundles of joy*

Cross out anything I have said about "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in my previous posts, and replace it with "That book has been the bane of my existance". Okay. So it's really not *that* bad. Just... It doesn't end. And... okay yeah, it is that bad. But that's just me.

You really don't know how much something means to you until you don't have it anymore. There was no Dr. Pepper or Mr. Pibb in Taiwan. That's all I've been drinking since I've come back... Want some advice? Take advantage of everything you have, even if it's the small stuff like a drink or blue Chrismas lights.

I guess that's about it... Just had to let you all know that I'm back and in good condition (though I think I may be getting a cold), so you won't start freaking out cause you missed me so much. Haha. I just love flattering myself. I only do that cause I know I have no friends. ^_~

I will leave you all with a little love from Spiderman. (From Davezila) I showed David this when we were at an internet cafe, and we kept cracking up. It makes me happy, and hopefully it will brighten up your day a little too.

Hey hey~ I am currently in an internet cafe here... It's pretty nice, thought it smells like smoke. Yuck. Anyway, I'm coming home next Tuesday. I know you all miss me =) See most of you guys soon!

Oh oh! Taiwan pictures!

Yay! The comment thingie thing is back up. You know, so you can like, comment, and, stuff. *Ahem* Anyway... That's all for now. Going home in 10 days!

Big e-mail numero tres, July 4
Happy Fourth of July!!!

So apparently, I'm only sending out e-mails on holidays. My apologies. I guess that also means that there won't be another e-mail while I'm still here in Taiwan. But, I'm going home in about two weeks anyway, so, no worries right? Yeah! I'm excited about going back home. It's been fun here, but I miss all you people. Scary, but true =)

So how's it going back in the states anyway? Anything exciting happen while I'm gone? I hope not cause I should be in town for all that.

Let's see. Update. I had surgery two days ago. You know, heart transplant, but nothing too serious. Wait, no. That wasn't me. (Too much E.R.) Um. But I had to get a bumpy removed from my elbow (no Carla, it's not condensed milk), and this rock-like thing removed from my side. It all went well, but now I have stitches and I can't roll over on my right side. Bugger. After the doctor cut out the thing and put stitches in, he was all, "Hey look! It's like a millepede!" And I was like, "Hey! That really doesn't make me feel any better!" But that's done and over with so I'm happy.

Chinese school ended last week. It's been grand being able to sleep in now, though it does waste the entire day. But as David would like to think, "If we weren't gonna do anything anyway, then why not sleep." I totally agree. The only bad part is, I share a room with my grandmother and my mom and they get up at the buttcrack of dawn and they turn off the air conditioning. So by noon (the time when normal people on vacation get up), it's hot as hell in the room. One of the worst feelings in the world is waking up all hot and sweaty. And it's super great cause I can't just hop on into the shower like I usually do because I can't get my wounds wet. It's fun, I tell ya.

I can't really think of anything else that we've done here so far. I'm halfway through my fifth summer reading book. "One Hundred Years of Solitude"... it's not a bad book, but all of the characters' names are very similar and stupid people like me get them all confused. Brar.

I've watched a whole bunch of movies since the last time I said that I've watched a whole bunch of movies. We saw Minority Report, which was pretty good. David bought a lot of VCDs for no more that 3 bucks each. They aren't the best quality, but we figure that it's cheaper then renting movies at home, so yeah. We saw the first "Blade", "Se7en", "American Pie", and "Debonair. Defiant. Defrosted". The last one is also known as "Austin Powers: IMoM". What a cool translated title.
Other movies with bad translated titles:
"Austin Powers" --> "Debonair. Defiant. Defrosted."
"I Am Sam" --> "He's Not Stupid, He's my Father"
"Top Gun" --> "Wow! What a Big Gun"
"Babe" --> "I'm Not Stupid, I Can Talk"
"Bless the Child" --> "Bless the Chills"
"NSYNC (not really a movie...)" --> "Super Boys"

Those really are the literal translations too.

Speaking of bad translations, I've begun to speak Engrish. After just a month of being here, my English has gone from poor to good-god-that's-bad. For example, "I'm ready of this Beach." I'll explain...

My mom, David, my mom's friends and I went to the beach this past weekend. It's a nice place, but the beach there was absolutely horrendous. It was *so* gross. Not gross like, ew, lots of seaweed gross, but gross like, wading around in ginger ale cans and trash gross *and* seaweed gross. Plus, to top it off, there were old fat men in small speedos there too. The beach looked gorgeous from afar and we had a nice view, and our hotel room was very very nice, but it was just disgusting up close. "It's like a Monet." It's kinda funny too because on the gate leading into the beach, there was a sign that said "No Food". Hrm. You'd think that such a nice... area, people would care enough to clean up some of the nasty. Anyway... back to my bad English. So David and I were walking across trash-infested beach, Destiny's Child's "Bootylicious" was playing, and you know the part where she's like "I don't think you're ready for this jelly"? Well I was thinking, "I'm ready to get off this dirty-ass be ach" but it just came out wrong. Get it? I tell crappy stories.

So we were at the beach on Sunday and left on Monday afternoon. David and I went swimming on Monday morning. We both got sunburned. Thing is, I've never gotten sunburned in my entire life. And I got it bad this time. It hurt like poop yesterday and the day before. Felt like I had bruises all over my arms and shoulder and back. And then I got surgery so it felt even better then it already did. I love life.

So what's happening for everyone tonight for Fourth of July? Going to downtown to watch fireworks along with just about every other Nashvillian so there really aren't any places to sit and enjoy the fireworks which defeats the purpose of why you went there in the first place? This is how we celebrated.
Tammy: What's Today?
David: Monday was the first, so today's the Fourth. Hey, it's fourth of July.
Tammy: Yeah. Happy Indepdence Day.
David: Yeah, whatever.
We love our country.

Umm... I guess that's about all I can think of. I know I will forget something as soon as I send this out. But I'm sure you all will hear about it one way or another, sooner or later. But. I'm gonna go now and sleep on my left side. See most of you soon!!!

Love,
Tammy =)