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.