Hello.

The Stan Tookie Williams case was an interesting one that I had involuntary followed due to my ritual of watching the news every morning.  The protests, the big-name celebrity actions in support for his clemency--the TV movie "Redemption: The Stan 'Tookie' Williams Story".  Political activists speaking out, toiling blood, sweat, and tears to find every detail that could possibly support clemency for Williams, co-founder of the infamously condemned Crips gang and while on death row, proved to have changed his ways as he made a redeemed anti-gang book.  Petitions, concerts, everything--and his clemency remained denied, him fighting until the bitter end.  Until the bitter execution.

It was attention-catching especially when put in contrast to the one I had previously followed--the debt in Africa.  An extreme in comparison to the Tookie Williams Case, but valid nonetheless.  A celebrity gathering--the mass Live 8--petitions, the ONE bands.  The difference: one of them one the war.  The other one didn't.  That's why it struck my attention: it was the perfect example of reality.  The bitter part of it that you know is there, but you never expect it.

Sometimes, even when you try really hard, you do lose.  You really do.  And you're left to deal with that.  You have to.

Because sometimes, you really can't win.  Sometimes, David won't beat Goliath.  It's bitter, I know.  But you don't need to win every battle to make a difference.

Stanley Tookie Williams displayed that in the people he changed, the people that stood up for his rights, for his clemency, for his life.

Nothing you do is in vain.

Today's lesson quote: "So many paths that wind and wind, when just the art of being kind is all this world needs." -Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, Poet

take my hand.. take my whole life too.

Bye for now.

Good mornin'!

THINGS ARE WACKO!  I swear to god, every time I say or write "wacko", it reminds me of Michael Jackson.  Doesn't it?  C'mooon.

Okay, I totally realized that I'm in charge of keeping San Jose-ians TO DATE WITH THEIR BUDDY PAL CHRISTA, so yeah.  I have now achieved one of eleven "Things I Wanna Do Before I Die."  I've got a small part in my school's play--"Check, Please"--for the Lenaea Festival, a big annual theatre festival in Sac State that all of the high schools in the area participate in.  Regardless of the wonderful no-line part, I once again get the wonderful honor of seeing a play get built and witness the end result from start to finish, and I get to go to the Lenaea Festival for free.  So WHOOOOOOO!! 

Things are going cool with the new house.  Them sheep don't stop amazing me, I swear.  THEY'RE HUGE!

I still need to finish Christmas shopping..  >.>;;  I've done a chunk of it for the Fantastic Four, and for a few other people, but I need to do a lot still.  This is going to be an extremely festive week.  Festive meaning HORRIBLE.  Yesh.

I crave pizza.

Very much so.

Today's lesson Life summed up by a fortune cookie: In dreams and in love, there are no impossibilities.

mr. curiosity, is it true what they're saying about you.. are you killing me?

Bye for now.

I admit it:
I want to change the world.

How does it start?

I change the world in me.

Hey there, kids.

If xanga tells you this entry is from Thursday, that's a lie!  It's from Wednesday at 11-ish at night!  Xanga is a liar!  Unless it's telling the truth.  Then, y'know.

Things are going swell.  MUST.. GO.. CHRISTMAS SHOPPING.. OMG.. AHHhhhh! 

Edit on Dec. 8: I looked over this and realized that the next several paragraphs are extremely unclassy, tacky, unrefined, and so not cool for me to do.  I am a horrible horrible person.

You have been warned.

That is all.  What?  What, were you expecting a grander gesture like deleting it?  Nu.  Why?  I don't know.

/edit.

Let's do a really cheap moment-by-moment description of my day so that it makes my entry look long.  Though it will deceptively remain redundant and boring, giving my xanga no flair in particular, making snoopers/stalkers/really annoyingly nosy people (but she swears she'll stop soon!) bored out their minds, driven to one point actually bang their head on the keyboard because it is so long, yet so very very dull to experience because there is no SUBSTANCE!  SUBSTANCE, PEOPLE.  Lucky you, I like to put fun twists on things.  Like pretzels.  I'm the pretzel twister of blogs.  This will be interesting.

My name is Christa, and this..

is my version.

School early!  Bam bam bam!  Phuc walk me tooo --> Computer tech!  Word processing, christa cannot type her alphabet, new seating chart, omg it's crazy I referred to myself in the third person that is so dorky.  And then wham-bam it's second period and I'm done with all the work an hour and ten minutes before class is over (omg it was horrible) and so I'm just sitting at my desk doing a word search thinking, "RING!  BELL, RING PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD"  WHAM-BAM, are you following with me, yes?  GOOD, because there is no transition between my classes besides that wham-bam so watch for that, and then getting stuck in CROWDED AREA full of peepos(::cough::allusiontophuc::cough::) but rawr, I'm good and got though, meh el almuerzo a las tercera hora (i = spanish speaker, darn straight.  translation = lunch 'o' third period) hung out with PANOUCHEE and GEORGE, two kick-butt people that always make fun of me but they're still cool until George needs to be shot cos' he's laaammmeeee, and then WHAM!  IT'S HEALTH BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!  Vidéo on tobacco rocked my socks.  WHAM!  Phuc hugged me from behind and it scared the hell out of me. BAM! It's my Espanol 1 class.  Newww seeats and so now I'm in the front so I can't play with my eraser anymore and I have to pay attention.  i'm sorry eraser. no fun for youu. =(  AND THEN BAM!  IT'S AFTERSCHOOL!  Drama club -> Phuc is crazy cool -> i'm home like voyager after years in the delta quadrant, searching for a way home in.. ::gets a mysterious look in my eyes:: space.. the final frontier.  Wham flippin' bam.

There.  That was my day.  An entire paragraph on bullshite, but it gets the entries through.  Okay, fine, so I might have developed a tad of a grudge (the word, not the scary movie) towards someone who doesn't even know me.  I understand, that is WEIRD, but I SWEAR, it will go away soon!  (::cough::)  And when I format names, at least I do all of them!  EVEN THE ERASER!  >___>  No one should be left out.  ::cries::

Now we end the "version" and revert back to SUBSTANCE.  ABOUT LIFE.  Pfft.  When I try to pull that "my xanga is deep" thing, I totally get a flashback about my xanga entry completely on cough drops and glow-in-the-dark plankton.  Or even my last entry from the other day.  Ooh, my ass, pigtails, and Christmas (three completely unrelated topics, mind you inappropriate kids), how conventional!  Whooee.

There's something I have now, something I don't quite deserve, but it tastes so sweet to the soul.  It's like hot chocolate on a winter day.  Shelter from the rain.  Cure for sickness.  Sweet beyond imagination, sweeter than sugar.  It's like beyond imagination, and I get the privilege of it, the wonderful experience of actually being able to hold it tightly as my own.  What was your interpretation of the last few words?  What does it seem like?  Hope?  Charity?  The Future?  Accomplishment?  Respect?  Faith?  Life?  Love?  Was it the day she or he told you, "I love you."?  Was it the day that they told you that you were going to live from your cancer?  The day that you were told that you were an important person, when you were told you meant the world to someone?  The day you graduated, promoted?  The day that you were held tightly in the arms of someone that cared?  Those are the things that run through your mind when you hear of something so grand, so blissfully pure, enough to overwhelm your heart, sweeten your soul.  Not material things.

That's substance.

That's life.

Because amidst the pain and the suffering.. there is something beautiful.

Happy December, kids.
Enjoy your holidays to come, and hopefully, amidst the opened presents, you find something else that will sweeten your soul.

Today's lesson: Being crazy gets results. Some people are extremely crazy.  Trust me.. they get results.

when the world gets in my face, i say, "have a nice day."

Bye for now.

Hello, WORLD. 
Total exaggeration.  I know at least four people read this.  Besides that, the world is totally missing out... because my blog rocks.  That is a lie, but humor me.  Please, for the love of goodness.

I am now a resident of Sacramento, California.  Omg.  I can't believe I moved again.  This is totally different from when I moved to Elk Grove because the first time, I had the chance to gradually get used to the house almost to the point that it didn't quite feel that I had moved.  Here, that's a totally different story.  It's a drastic change, it's something I'm not used to at all.  It's cur-azy.  And because I forgot to note it in the last entry, I'm going to say it JUST FOR WEBER (yeah, you feel special.), and I will be staying at Monterey Trail High School (thank you god).  So the two MTers that read this blog don't need to worry. (that's right.. two!  huge number?  yeah, you know it!)

Several things have come to my attention:
• I do not have much of an ass.  (conventional and appropriate?  heck. yes.)
• I cannot smack-talk.  For crap.  Okay, maybe I can if it really really came down to it, but I was talking to someone earlier and somewhere in the angriful tension, I went (seriously, in an angry conversation), "[insert shrill gasp here] (the next words are all in a high ungodly octave, almost unintelligle) I'm appalled!  How could you possibly say that?!  I cannot believe you, you fiend!"  Phuc is extremely familiar with the gasp and the octave.  And yes, the gasp is indeed shrill, and the octave ungodly.
• It is my mom's birthday.  Happy birthday, mom!
• It is.. Christmastime.  I hate spelling that word because I always reflexively spell "Christa" first and then so I have to go back and fix it.  It is the moment of giving, of crowded malls, of love and the whatnot.  Where there's feel-good Christmas carols everywhere, and more evergreen trees than imaginable.  It conjures the phrase "don't save it all for Christmas Day," referring to the inevitable love and charity, but besides that, I'm totally down with the festivities.  And c'mon people, happy early birthday to Jesus!  Oh yes.. that's my man.  He's got my back.  For shizzle my nizzle.  I will never try to pull that again.  I apologize.
• I cannot pull off pigtails.  I know this because one of my once-durable hairties commited suicide as I tried to tie my hair, and when I knotted it and revived it, it broke again at a different spot.  Anyhoo, today marks the first day I've worn pigtails (overcame that hairtie incident somehow) since the beginning of the second millenia.
• PEOPLE'S GOT ISSUES!  This world so is not perfect.  No one said it would be.  Issues are inevitable, I understand.. but darn.  ::sighs::  
• "§" is a cool-looking ALT-code symbol.  I know it means something, but what?  I just know it looks awesome.  Alt-21, kids.  Alt-21.

§§§§2☺§☺♣ïA╕≤↨ô£íä▐`¿‘ù쟕©÷ÅÓ–

Christa = someone who has recently discovered how absurdly magical ALT codes are.

Today's lesson: Everything starts with a first step.

the sky falls, and you feel like it's a beautiful day

Bye for now.

Hey there.

Post-some flippin' intense doramarama (say it out loud really fast and it makes a bit of sense), today has been fine.  Yesterday was quite a World AIDS Day for me.  Check out Light to Unite (light a candle to have $1 donated to finding a cure to HIV/AIDS), World Vision, and yes, the DeFrank Center in San Jose does totally rock.

I'll be moving next week to Sacramento (that's right, i'm not in sacramento right now, i'm in elk grove).  Stayed at the house there today, and I do not want to live there, mostly due to, as I ever-so-eloquently like to put it, the asshole train that comes every hour and thirty-two minutes behind the house, blowing its horn with such a monstrous urgency and horror that I swear it's trying to warn all the citizens of the world of a coming apocalypse.

That's all for me, folks.  I'm out.

Today's lesson message: Stay safe tonight.

love, rescue me

Bye for now.

Happy World AIDS Day.