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?
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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.

It's 5:44 in the morning. And I just mouth-farted into a phone.

I knew I shouldn't have taken that nap this afternoon.

In other news, Stephanie and I have decided to join the UT Robot Soccer team so we can compete at the RoboCup in Japan next year. You know, cause robots that play soccer are cool to the max.

Oh, and if there were any discrepancies about the rules of Shotgun calling, I give you the offical Shotgun Rules. Live by it.

And to top off the night (ehm, morning), this is the reason why I abso-fucking-lutely hate Family Circus. It makes want to use profanity.

Today was a good day.

Even though Steve ditched me because I'm not cool like his other friends, I had a fantabulous time with my favorite Molly [whom I will miss dearly for the next two weeks.]

I spent the day eating, buying things I don't need, and getting free clothes.

Gosh. This is the life.

I saw I, Robot with Big Steve tonight.

It was bad.

The robots looked stupid, the camera techniques were uncessary, that kid from Even Stevens was in it, the plot was painfully drawn-out, and of course - Will Smith plays, well, himself. You know, the same smart-aleck tough guy who spits out cheesy one-liners IN EVERY SINGLE MOVIE he's in.

But I guess that's what keeps me going back for more. Will Smith is definitely easy on the eyes, to say the least. Plus, you get a nice view of his butt at the beginning of the movie. Hurray for gratuitous nudity!

Next bad movie I have to tackle: The Notebook.

[Sidenote]
Blogger got a facelift. Why didn't anyone warn me about this?

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Psycogyrrl: so... you actually saw i, robot....
Psycogyrrl: oooooh tammy...
its tamzilla: haha
its tamzilla: well, you saw sleepover
its tamzilla: i win
Psycogyrrl: i was FORCED to
Psycogyrrl: no you dont!
its tamzilla: haha
its tamzilla: BUT WILL SMITH IS HOT
its tamzilla: YOU SEE HIS BUTT
Psycogyrrl: the skater boys are cuuuuuuute
its tamzilla: theyre also like, 12
Psycogyrrl: 15!
its tamzilla: haha
its tamzilla: i love you
Psycogyrrl: theyre in 8th grade. were YOU 12 in 8th grade? no i dont think so
its tamzilla: i was 13
Psycogyrrl: oh ya
Psycogyrrl: hm
its tamzilla: haha
Psycogyrrl: well!
its tamzilla: uhh
Psycogyrrl: tv can make you look younger!
its tamzilla: right.
Psycogyrrl: uhh
Psycogyrrl: you still saw a movie about robots
its tamzilla: yeah yeah
its tamzilla: we both lose
Psycogyrrl: ok ok fine. this convo is over.

I went shopping with Marla and Colly today.

We stopped by Flashback so we can find neato 50's things for Molly's dance party shindig.

Actually, that was just our excuse for making each other dress up in ridiculous outfits.

Case in point:

Ahh, fun times.

Molly and I have decided to make a 3-day trip to Cedar Point sometime near the beginning of August.

Yeah. Only the best amusement park. IN THE WORLD.

You know you want to go. Contact either one of us for details.

On being a heartbreaker:

S e h n E 13: this is what happens when you dont date for 4 years...
S e h n E 13: you forget how to break boys hearts
S e h n E 13: fuck. i used to be so good at it.

I <3 the 90's.

Like, totally.

I can't even begin to tell you how excited I've been ever since I first found out that they were doing it. [Stephanie and Molly can back me up on this.] Hurrah!

its tamzilla: oh oh vh1 NOW
sweet tea addict: i'm so already there!

I present to you, THE GROSSEST GAME IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.

Consider it a gift.

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I think karma hit me after posting that game. I am now currently the proud owner of a mother-huge pimple on my forehead.

Say hello to my little friend:

I apologize on behalf of my period for that last post. My melodramatic post has been deleted and I am A-Okay. "Fucking marvelous", if you will.


So no worries, kay?

New summer project. Yay!

But when I say "summer" project, I really mean "this won't be finished until summer, 2009" project. Yay!

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It's my step-dad's birthday. I bought him a cake and we all rejoiced.

Actually, I did most of the rejoicing. Mmm I do love me some cheesecake.

Standing for eight hours straight eats my ass.

However, the highlight of my day was when someone asked me if he could have my number as a side dish.

That almost won me over right then and there. Or maybe it was his platinum grill that I found so attractive, I can't decide.

Anyway, I'm going to bed early. Sorry, my late-night AIM buddies. I'll save a dream for you.

Joe has a lot of pride in his country. Hurrah.

It's the 4th of July and I don't really give a damn.

Fireworks, however, are awesome. [Thanks for making them with me, Stephanie.]

sweet tea addict: I don't want today to be independence day, but rather indepedance day, so it kinda means the same thing, but we just dance ALL DAY LONG too

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I lied. I do give a damn about July 4th. I celebrated 228 years of independence from Britain by painting my nails obnoxiously red.

Lame pick-up lines are, by definition, totally rad.


its tamzilla: are you a parking ticket? cause you got FINE written all over you
sweet tea addict: ...
sweet tea addict: i think i have to go


its tamzilla: do you belive in love at first sight or do i have to walk by again
Psycogyrrl: well in your case, you can stay
its tamzilla: sweet
Psycogyrrl: but i dont do that normally, so dont take advantage of me!!!!!!!


its tamzilla: excuse me, i seem to have lost my phone number, can i borrow yours?
A S I A NOBODY: why, yes you can!
A S I A NOBODY: wait, are you tryin to hit on me?


its tamzilla: nice socks. can i try them on after we have sex?
S e h n E 13: socks? nice? me? sex? huh?


its tamzilla: if you were a swingset i would take you apart and see how many screws i could get out of you
its tamzilla: I heard milk does a body good, but damn girl, how much have you been drinking?
pink ess enz: HAHAHA
pink ess enz: why do you keep hitting on me


its tamzilla: nice shoes, wanna fuck?
msjulz says: hehehe
msjulz says: hey babe!!!!!!!!


its tamzilla: hey, are those moon pants you're wearing? cause your ass is out of this world
playBoIPnoi 77: if u were a booger, i would pick u first


its tamzilla: Say, that dress would look great on my bedroom floor.
AngelEyes716: you have issues, tammy


its tamzilla: if i could rearrange the alphabet, i'd put U and I together
SukiSuki17: that brings a tear to my eye


its tamzilla: If I were bread, would you be my butter?
BADazzyellaBOI18: haha
BADazzyellaBOI18: sure
BADazzyellaBOI18: i will spread myself on u
its tamzilla: whoa!
BADazzyellaBOI18: o thats not what u were referring to?


its tamzilla: i'm no wilma flintstone, but i can make your bed rock.
bapple999: yeahhhh
bapple999: now we're talkin
bapple999: haha


its tamzilla: your legs must be tired cause you've been running through my mind all day
p c 4 6 8: awww yea
p c 4 6 8: so tired

It's six thirty in the morning and I just got home from a night of hardcore partying.

By "hardcore partying" I really mean "staying up watching movies while Molly sleeps."

The best part of the night was when Hips and I plopped down on the couch with dinosaur spaghetti and kid's cuisine on our own tv-trays while we watched GaS.

My life is so exciting.

Oh, I also watched Spider-Man 2 [So many movies in a span of 3 days!]. The visual effects were incredible, and the movie was thoroughly entertaining. I definitely recommend it. If anything, go watch it just to see the Asian lady sing the Spider-Man theme song and the face Tobey Maguire makes as he runs to jump off a building. Just be prepared from some corny lines.

I am going to bed now. Gotta wake up at 3pm to work. Hah!