Hi-yo!

OMG UPDATE TWO DAYS IN ROW?  HOW OFTEN DOES THAT HAPPEN ON THIS XANGA ANYMORE?

<edit> Lol I'm full of lies.  Two days ago at ~9 pm CLOSE ENOUGH </edit>

Coincidentally, this is after Diem happens to blog that no one xangas anymore.  DIEM I DEFY JOO

Hm, on that note..

DEAR SAN JOSE:
SOMEONE FROM YOUR CITY, PLEASE UPDATE.  EVEN IF JUST FOR MY SAKE.  THE EXTREME LACK OF UPDATES DEFEATS MY ORIGINAL PURPOSE OF USING XANGA SO THAT ALL OF US KEEP UP TO DATE.  GOTTA MEET ME HALFWAY, FOLKS.  Even better, dedicate the entry to me.  Loool.

I've been using caps a lot today.  Let's make up for it by not using caps for the rest of the blog.

so, things have been chill lately.  i've been profusely cocky about the cahsee (ca state exit exam). the free write response was a story -- i ain't got no clue how the eff they're grading that, so i was very, "omgz use all the figurative language you know omgzzz!!" (haha, this no caps thing is a little more challenging than i thought).  i've been sick and i slept all day yesterday as soon as i got home, so i haven't gotten a chance yet to study for my finals.

..One paragraph is good enough.

Whelps, I'm starting driver's ed next term, which I'm earnestly a little afraid of.  Not the class, mind you, but of driving itself.  It just feels like a lot of power to be able to wield.  In my hands, in the leather wheel, lies the soul of a two-ton vehicle that can easily kill a pedestrian or steal my life at any seriously wrong move or if anything is askew with the car's organs.  If the car dies or gets injured, it will affect me, my health, my finances.  The first car accident will be inevitable -- how much damage will it cause to both my being and my confidence of driving?  The very fact that I am paranoid is not a good sign, but I don't want to be rendered to a life of catching the bus. 

The ONLY thing I am sure of when I start driving is that I will have an elaborate customized license plate.  License plates have always been my secret mistresses.  I've admired them, hunted them from states and countries afar.  It's only appropriate that my own must have a unique meaning to me.  It will have one of the more artful California backgrounds, regardless of whether or not I move to a new state, because I aim to retain my roots, just as my cell phone still has the same SJ area code.  It will not say a straightforward message, like "I<3soandso" or "GANGSTA" (lol) or "BIG DADY" (it takes persistance to try to fit things into 7 spaces.)  Mine's will be one that you need to ponder on in order to understand, or maybe will never understand, and its meaning will be a secret that only me and those very intimate in my life will know.  It'll probably be hidden under the standard uncustomized California 7-digit format of "Number Letter Letter Letter Number Number Number." It might have the number "35", the number of students in my seventh grade English class.  The numbers might be "1letterletterletter028", the month and day I started dating my high school sweetheart.  The letters may be "RTL", for Roary the Lion, my childhood favorite stuffed animal sidekick.  They might be "PIG", just to brighten the eyes of any child passing by and going, "It really spells a word!" (And also because I like pigs.)

When I am a mother, I plan on painting the car bright yellow, emblazoned with a mural of Pikachu, and a car horn that will spout some insane Pokemon theme song -- I'll be damned the day that my child is looking for their mother afterschool amidst the crowd of cars and isn't able to find me!  JUST LISTEN FOR "GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL", LITTLE <insert future child's name here and capitalize it>!!!!!!!!

I should probably rest now.  My clogged nostrils are barely letting me breathe.  also lol american idol's on

adieu, children.

Today's lesson quote: "Her kiss was a question that he wanted to spend his whole life answering."  - The History of Love

i fall at your feet

Bye for now.

ps tacoman rox

Hey-yo!

This is gonna sound weird, but it feels weird when people call Phuc "Christa's boyfriend."  I feel that people need to know him because he's a wonderful person, not just a boyfriend.  He's not just anyone, he's Phuc Le.  Likewise, the calling me "Phuc's girlfriend" fad has suddenly come up again. Oddly, my mood is the main thing there.  I range from extremely offended to almost flattered because, 'Why, why yes, I am his girlfriend.'  OMG.  What makes me feel even worse is if they know me by name, as Christa, when I don't know theirs.  ;_;  Then I research via interrogations of various people--"What is that person's name, cos she/he knows mine!"  IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF PHUC TALKS ABOUT ME BUT HE DUN TALK ABOUT YOU TO ME AND POINT YOU OUT AND BE ALL "LOOK!  BEHOLD!  THIS COMRADE KNOWS YOUR NAME, FAIR CHRISTA!"  D:  *sad*

Poopie died.  D:  Munchie stole all his food and kept beating him up cos Poopie was only half its size.  So, in a form of revenge, my family bought Bunny, a bigger fish that we felt would keep Munchie in check.  Which has fruited some odd results.  I've learned the lesson of "I'd rather feed in excess than not feed enough." and Bunny eats poo.  And so Munchie would be there, trying to bully Bunny, and Bunny doesn't even react whatsoever.  He just mellows out and eats poo.  When my family and I went out, we came back 3 hours later, and Munchie bored of Bunny entirely and stopped bullying him.  Bunny eats poo a little less, but always goes back to eating poo after eating a little fish food.  They're fine now, which I hope stays consistent for a long time.

With no transition whatsoever, like usual, my throat is sore.  I hope I don't get sicker!  Also, I've been pretty active at The Wiz rehearsals as a hopeful Stage Manager-to-be (lol miz townsend never told me if i am or not ._.), so I'm now understudy for two roles: Stranger and Emerald City Citizen--two really small parts but seem neater than the people in those roles cut slack for; COOL COSTUMES.  Fun stuff.

PLAY WARBEARS.COM.  IT'S NEAT.

Today's lesson: Love has the potential to be the reason for everything.

i'm taking you with me

Bye for now.

Hii.

Went down to San Jose yesterday for a dentist appointment + iffy rendezvous, and visited my aunt later.  Remarkably, with a small handful of mediocre ventures, I can justify every time I went down to San Jose and didn't want to 'chill'.  At least I had Joeve. 

WELCOME THE TWO NEWCOMERS TO THE CHRISTA'S ROOM.

These are my fish, Munchie and Poopie.  I got them just todayyyy.  It was a reward for all the straight A's that I was never rewarded for for a long time.  Admittedly, I kind of wanted them to compensate for the little empty hole of lonely from Algernon's death and Ed being kicked out of the house to become a pimpin' outdoors kitty, and kinda cos i be all afraid of ghosts when i be alone in my room, but I hope I grow to love them for reasons beyond that.  :]  I gon' take good care of them so I be all love them long time!

Today's lesson: Be proud and say it loud.

if there's anyone that could make me a better person, you could

Bye for now!

Yay.  San Jose, stop harassing me now.
Here's my first not half-assed full drawing in a long time.  Still not uber proness.
But it's all good.  I'm happy.

Hopefully this marks the end of my since-freshman-year Artist's Block.
And it's good to know I haven't lost it all.  ._.

.-.

Phuc's response drawing cos I luff him.
<3

Wee~