Heyyy.

EWW, B+! 

Lol, yah.  Be aghast/bewildered/proud, Ocala Middle alumni, you're getting better grades than your valedictorian.  Simply from not turning in weekly logs, I achieved an ~89.85% in my Term 1 Chemistry class (regardless of a 152/154 score on the Finals! >.>), and noting Miz Wistos' anti-bumping up system, I am stuck with my unfortunate first B of high school.    I was disappointed at first due to my personal high standards regardless of my high amount of laziness and forgetfulness (left my signed school loop at home so many times!), but as I've often stated, I admire mistakes in people because it makes them more human.  So, Phuc really comforted me with the odd-if-out-of-context words, "I love you more cos' now I know you're not a robot.  "  So at least I still have a 4.0 from the AP and Honors classes, and I'll live through this.  xD

My one year with Phuc was wonderful!  We went to the park where he first asked me out and ate chocolates.    Then, we went back to his house where he made me food, we played video games on his computer, and snuggled for a little while.

The new term (Eng FB, Spanish 2, Algebra 2, Theatre 2) is going tolerable so far.  I'm surprised that I enjoy Algebra 2 the most so far, considering that Spanish 1 and Theatre 1 were my favorite classes last year.  Spanish 2's teacher, Senor Herrera, is earnestly .. not-so-good as Senora Ross last year.  >_>;  He likes to put down people calling it "honest" and talks about himself for half-hours at a time.  He disses my second love, the Spanish textbook, and condescends people that actually want to increase the pace and learn Spanish.  Theatre 2 is just.. intimidating!  >_>;  In contrast with Theatre 1's joy of being a big fish in a small pond and being able to bullplop the course, Theatre 2 (I shouldn't be surprised by this, yet I am) requires a lot more skill, and is done in the midst of the Theatre 3 and Advanced Theatre students.  And I'm sure that all my Middle School friends are familiar with this, but I can public speak like no other in the midst of an enormous amount of strangers and acquaintances, but when it comes to people I know personally, I shatter.  So I wooon't dooo veryyy welllllll.  I also don't get to bump into Phuc between classes like I used to.    Thankfully, we still have lunch together.

Halloween!  Unfortunately, I won't be trick-or-treating.  :[  Have fun everyone else, though!

I'm blanking out on more things to write, because I took a break to look for monologues for Theatre.  >_>;  So um.. wee.  OH FRESHMEN STRESS ME OUT >______<

Today's lesson: "For what the soul wants, the soul waits."

i kind of liked it your way, how you shyly placed your eyes on me

Bye for now.

Happy one year, Phuc!

Heyy.

Homework, naps, and the seductress MapleStory (lvl 46 now, yay >_>)has kept me off-track from the blogging life! 

An actual event recap:

Since we've met, I've apparently become president of MTHS' Creative Mustangs (just today, actually), and I'm pretty active in the school play's backstage group people dudes people.  I've become an active sponser of VeggieTales, displaying their shirts and using their songs in class projects.  >_>;  Gogo Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps!  I'm apparently also an active Dr. Phil, Babe Ruth, Tiger Woods, chilly willy, and "stupid fagface" (courtesy of my sister, oddly enough) wrapped in one slightly-chubby frame.  I'm approaching the end of this term, so the last week's really killing me.  Cos I like to procrastinate.  :]]]]  + flip out over Finals.  Good combo!

Chunky Monkey (Phuc) and I are doing great!  Four days until our one year anniversary this Saturday.  Unfortunately, my parents don't let me out at all on weekends, so we'll be observing it on Friday.  xD  I always hear all these stories about rocky relationships being full of drama and misfortune and stress and even "UGH I CAN'T WAIT FER IT TO BE OVER", but I still haven't gone through that with Phuc.  If anyone's thinking we're the type of couple that looks happy only on the outside, we haven't fought yet besides this one time I wouldn't talk to him cos' he hated on my cute Connect 5 pieces. (Lisa: "I knew your first fight would be over something stupid.")  Lol, Diem, if we had a show after us, it'd be hecka boring.  D:  No violent, screaming fights anywhere!  >_>  I suppose that the only obstacles are those outside us, because my parents still don't know about us.  "Christa, no boyfriends until you're out of college!" type.  ;_;  *stops off-topic ranting* So, we've been able to spend mucho time together cos of the play, which is good.  Yah.  Good.  Yah.

Randomer spazzier blog.  .-.; :

Quote by comedian I don't remember: "What about the Little Mermaid?  Ariel is the good girl everyone loves, because she's skinny.  Of coouuuurse the evil one has to be fat!  What's up with that?!"
My comeback: Ursula isn't evil because she is fat.  She is intimidating because she is fat.  She is just fat cos' she eats eels.  It'd make no sense to draw her skinny when she ate so much.

Quote from Catch-22: "The amazing place was a fertile, seeting cornucopia of female nipples and navels."
My comment: So the quote extends a bit, with a lot more.. artful detail. I was just surprised that the book, with all its sexual situations, was on my English class's list of required books.  I was tempted to choose Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" as the "similar song" in comparison to the book for my English project. "WHY?! COS YOSSARIAN GETS JIGGY W/ IT ALL ZE TIME."

Quote from the girl that changes next to me in the PE locker room: "I am going to kill Amanda until she dies."
My response: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH."  I seriously do not know why, but I cannot stop laughing when I think about it.  It's so funny to me.  Omg.

Quote from a fortune cookie:

My comment:
Tru dat.  Tru dat.

Today's lesson: Joy and devotion go hand in hand.

and i wandered through the house.. "what would i do without you?"

Bye for now.

Hey.

It's a shame when love is seen as a stigma.  Someone coos over someone they have affections towards, and the majority of society immediately strips it of the purity that embodies it.  It's not someone's beautiful expression of love, it's a naive, immature monologue of a childish "crush".  If someone says to love someone after, say, a week-long relationship, it is dismissed instantly as "not knowing what they're talking about."  Then again, I'm not one to say that the people accusing them of said "immaturities" are wrong, but who are we to tell them that they are wrong? 

Admittedly, I'm one of those people that raise an eyebrow at the extreme form of the topic.  Say you're a female friend of mine, and you've been dating this guy for a bit of a length of time now.  (Define "length of time" on your own.)  Tell me that you're a 15-year-old and your boyfriend has proposed to you.  Tell me that you're absolutely prepared to bear his child and move in with him.  Go and tell me he's an absolute angel, and there's nothing and no one that will make you happier, because you're blessed with knowing that this is your soul mate.  Eyebrows shall rise with a passion.

I know, extreme.  But let's try another approch.  Let's examine me.  I've been dating Phuc for.. ::checks calender:: 11 months and 11 days. 19 days before our one year.  I'm going to pretend that Phuc isn't going to read this.  I write "I<3Phuc" all over my agenda.  God knows how much I daydream about him, and I am more than willing to go to a high place and scream at the top of my lungs how I feel about him.  I often mention him in conversation, and I'm around him more than I am not, and during the times that I'm not around him, I miss him.  It is seriously difficult to fight the urge to tell some random anecdote about him to my parents, seeing as he's such a major part of my day, and whenever I find an opening to mention him in a conversation, I seriously try to.  I want him happy, and seeing as I now have no money, I am going on the theory that he is happy being around me.  Alas, I am around him often.  (Although it does make me happy, too.  Win-win.)

So, who here found all that lame?

>_>; I think I did.  ya srsly.

NOW, to be completely honest, I've COMPLETELY forgotten where I'm going with this.  I'm going to stop before I get ahead of myself and become extremely confusing.  I'm at that point in which I don't know how to put ideas in words, and I'm hoping you all know what I mean.

Mediocre blog?  Yes.  Go me.

Today's lesson really bad "yo momma" joke: Yo momma so thirsty, she drank all the juice in the fridge, and the kids were all "Where all the juice go, momma?" and she said, "I DRANK IT." because she DID!

some hearts just get lucky sometimes

Bye for now.

>_>.. His name is Gribby.

::finally blogs again::  Whee.

RANT:

Xanga's always generally a huge venting place for me, but I'm aghast at the stack of situations on hand.  Things far too personal, things far too mundane.  Secret plots that can't be revealed, and all the internal mumbo jumbo in my head that you wouldn't be interested in.  Or at least that's my excuse. 

It's not accurate to say that I've stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve, but rather that I'm making an effort to.. in naught.  My body language spells out my insecurities.  I'm easy to fool, as I trust before I distrust.  I'm easily bossed around.  I'm emotionally fragile, but I often deceive that I'm not.  Not to imply any call of attention, but these are all my negative traits that someone can find within an hour of meeting me, maybe less. (Mind you, my self-esteem is remarkably good.)  Even odder is that I'm not alone.  Alas, life is a big group therapy session, while Xanga permits this soliloquy, where I'm not meant to receive more intimate feedback than a few sentences of comment.

It's either that, or there're things that I need to keep to myself.  I've found myself to be the type to spill my heart to the closest of close.. or strangers, because c'mon, who are they going to tell?  I officially lack my anonymous audience.  Everywhere.  My mind, rattled with all the content it has to struggle with on its own, is in shambles.

That was mostly for myself, I suppose.  There's that hollow feeling in my stomach that I can't kick away.

Happly Mapling.  XD

AND I HATE THE WRITERS FOR PRISON BREAK AND VANISHED.  The shows devastate me too much!  =[[[[

Today's lesson: Every damsel in distress is paired with a knight in shining armor.  Nowadays, however, the lady gets to wear the pants when she wants to.  :]

hush little baby, don't say a word

Bye for now.

PS: Hello, October.