I Gotta Eat

Follow up on Tam'O Shanters. The waitresses wear costumes. Its Irish Disneyland. The food is amazing though. The prime rib was.... gahh so good. God Bless this cow, I said. And they take care of you there so we threw down a more than generous tip.

Last week I tried Cuban food with Jane and Gina at this restaurant called Versailles. Jane ordered a really simple arroz y pollo dish and it was shockingly yummy. Leave it to the South Americans to make chicken and rice taste good. They also serve plantains (fried bananas) with every meal. I really like them. Some people, like Gina, not so much. She refused to eat them.
Everything each of us ordered was TASTY, so even in taking a risk and ordering something random, you will be very pleased. All it really is, is meat, sodium, and carbs. Can't go wrong.

Over the weekend, what is this, girls night out #3?, Julia, Sunny and I had dinner at Yamatos, the newly renovated place in Westwood. They serve expensive and obscure, raw fish/seafood. We first ordered our respective sushi (Friends. Take note. Tuna + halibut are my favorite). Then we tried the weird expensive stuff. Sea Bream and Black Cod. The portions were the size of my palm!, but nevertheless, they were really really really good. Its best to go in a group of 3 or 4 and share.
Dessert: Green Tea Creme Brule w/ Berries. I want a mini blow torch so I could have creme brule for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.


Last night, Faith invited me and Deborah over for dinner and we had spring rolls + DYNAMITE (which is a spicy crab/mayo topping that goes over sushi sometimes).
Me: "I'm so excited. I've never had spring rolls before. I don't have Vietnamese friends."
Faith: "You're racist."

Always try new foods with good company.


Quadruple girls night outs have made me jaded. I'm sick of girls.

Baby I get by, I get by

Lately I just want to slow down time. Even though its finals week, I'm not wishing it to "just be over". I keep thinking, there are going to be a hell of a lot more weeks harder than this in the future, and I'm gonna waste my life if I keep wishing them away.

I'm in that "life is short" phase, after losing my grandma. I used to wonder why God puts old people through cancer. Why does it have to be a decaying process. Why can't we all just drift off in peace. But now I'm thinking, where is the glory in that. Maybe a deathbed is the one last favor God can give. Because one day we're all going to stop being daughters and sons and become mothers and fathers. We're already good at neglecting our parents. It only gets worse. Maybe our grandparents get sick, so that we can love them.

At my grandma's expense, I think everyone single person in my family has grown a second heart. Not just in taking care of my grandma, but in doing the same for each other.

I think I've lost a fair enough this year.
But hopefully I grow another heart out of it.

My roommate Kat is humming Yellow Submarine in the shower. Her Beatles renditions are comforting. Deborah's occasional outbursts and screams during test time is comforting. What else. Andrew's recorded version of Jesus, etc is probably the most played song on my mp3 player. My orange tea pot. I bought it originally to send to Catherine. Orange for Syracuse. But being my lazy self, I never shipped it. And now whenever I drink Earl Grey out of it, I think of her, and also what potential the orange pot could've had in New York.

Jeff Buckley's version of Hallelujah comforts me.

I still sing a melody.
Even if they are cold and broken hallelujahs... I can still sing.




k aNge L b Aby p: HIM NAE!!!!!!!! SI NAE!!!!!!!!

Amy does this often. Now, if she doesn't do it, I get pissy.

Old Man River

Ray Charles

I have privatized all my xanga entries. "lammytee" was the worst name.
But heres to giving a new blog a try.

Now I can talk freely out of my arse, which also happens to be where my mind is, and escape the peering eyes of the mysterious Illinois stalker that was showing up on my Xanga Footprints 10 times a day.

This is another opportunity to be even more private, introverted, exclusive...
pretty much a loner. Sad.

I have much to do this weekend, included in the "much" is going out with my roommate to have dinner. Sometimes we just need to stab a good steak once in a while. Sadly I have never been to a steak house. I don't know what a rib-eye tastes like. Ruth's Cris, Lawry's, Mortons... never been. When I was little, my mom would buy Filet Mignons from Costco and she would first of all, cook them wellwellwelldone, and then cut them into little pieces and force me to eat them. She RUINED STEAK for me. Though I think I had a good piece at Yamashiro's last year. I had like a NY Steak and it sort of just melted in my mouth.

Tonight we are going to Tam O'Shanters. My roommate found it online. Its supposed to be good but not pricey and its also a daughter restaurant of Lawrys. I think its like an Irish pub? I already know we will not fit in, but steak is steak, so I'm not gonna be picky about the ambiance.



So a lot of people give me crap for not having UCLA Basketball Tickets. I go to a school thats dominating, making history, and I dont even try to go to the games?? What???
Hopefully next year I will make the lottery for the Den Package.

As much as I love UCLA basketball, I'm looking more forward to football games next year. They're just more slow and fun. Its like a really manly picnic. (because no one wants to go on girly picnics?). Nothing is as satisfying as a 1st down. You know- that joy you never knew your gut could feel.

I can't wait to be like 40, crushing beer cans with my husband, at who-knows-where, screaming for a team I barely know. Maybe no beer cans. Maybe Hansen's Natural Cane Soda instead. And maybe no husband. I shouldn't refer to things in the future like they're a shoe-in.
MY POINT.... Sports are keWL and I hope UCLA goes all the way. It's all (not) you Michael Roll.