Hey. 
I realize that Memorial Day isn't really a day where you say, "Happy Memorial Day!", so I'll leave it at Hey.  (and a side of God bless)

We're gonna have a little family BBQ today, which should be fun.  Whoo hoo!

An update for update's sake:

Epic story about those kittens, y'all.  My parents found another abandoned little gray one in a bush in our large backyard, so they picked it up, put it next to Chubby (later nicknamed ChocoPie), said he was for keeps, and dubbed him "Taco".  I can only imagine how this unfolds.  ChocoPie the girl, Taco the boy, two lonesome kittens that were each other's only friends at a very young age. ::cough::.  On a very unfortunate note, my dad said there's a dead kitty where he found ChocoPie, and he's unsure whether or not it's ChocoPie's mum.  :<  Either way, ChocoPie's a lot happier now that she has a friend to sleep next to at night.  She doesn't meow much anymore except when she's hungry.  She used to meow just because she was lonely and the grown-up cats in the backyard didn't like her.  Now it's all cool.
AND DUCKY'S BEING A BUTT.  She think she all that, she be liek, "HISS"  D:

ChocoPie (left) and Taco eating the last of a can of cat food.  :3
(Choco's hecka fatter than Taco, yo.)
Totally BFF.

Lol, Neopets.  Ever since I lost MapleStory, I've been finding joy in GBA games and online games.  Through this, I re-found my affection for Pokemon, and well, Neopets. :3  I've been obsessing over it for the past few days after dissing it a few months; I even got Phuc to join. 
Lawl petpets.
Huffah, my Bruce!  Huffah!

Phuc's a cheeseman.  CHEEEESE.  MANNNN.
Translation: ilu

Today's lesson: To appreciate the good, the bad doesn't ask for much.  It doesn't need to be embraced -- just acknowledged.

you just don't get it 'til there's nothing at all

Bye for now.

Hey.

So, I was taking a late shower last night, and when I stepped out of the bathroom at around midnight, Jerry Springer was on the telly.  I generally immediately turn the channel to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno, but I was very, "What the hey." (also cos i didn't wanna look for the control, but shh)  It was a nostalgic moment becuase I used to watch this type of show very often in the summer - Maury, Montel - but usually not Springer, because the excess amount of just "BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" got a little ridiculous.

But I like one of the broad twists of Springer, always have.  There's this huge stigma on the show, of the program epitomizing maximum exploition of fights, cursing, sluts, cheating, midget baby-mommas, and that one lady that clocked in at more than 250 lbs and was yelling, "Jerry, I'm so f***ing sexy; I'm a big sexy ho and I'm LOVIN' IT, BABY."  You think Jerry Springer, and you instantly connotate it with violence, booing, cursing, freaks and skanks alike, and BLEEPs galore  You think of break-ups, devastation, and the words: "After the pregnancy test, the results show.. that (name) is NOT the father." (lol or is that maury?) Crying and screaming and yelling tends to follow.

Not that that's my favored forementioned broad idea, of course.  I like how because of this generalization, the nice moments related to or on the talk show have an especially insane impact.  Like when on Dancing with the Stars, people were shocked at how sensitive and heart-warming Springer really is as he danced with his autistic daughter on the night he was eliminated from the reality show.  Like when she says, "Baby, I brought you here because I gotta tell you.. you might not be our baby's daddy." and Jerry says, "Do you want a pregnancy test?" and he says, "No, I don't want it.  I don't care.  All I know is that I'm his daddy, he's my son, and that I love you and our family."  Or like when the lady says, "Baby, I'm actually.. a man." (gasp!) and he says, "I knew. (double gasp!) I knew all along.  I was just waiting for you to tell me.  But baby, did you have to do it on Jerry Springer?"

The audience response isn't typically an immediate "aww" and "whoo-hoo omgz" right away.  The initial moment is usually shock as they absorb what has happened (triple gasp!), and the camera would cut to the audience's unanimous shocked expression towards this acceptace, this kindness -- "OMG, HE'S NOT PISSED, SHE'S NOT CRYING IN SORROW, WTF IS GOING ON, THIS IS JERRY SPRINGER, WHERE'S THE BLEEPS AND THE HATE, WHERE'S THE HATE AND THE HURT, OMG WHERE DID THE HATE GO?!?!???!?"  The applause always comes slowly after.

I used to want to do something like that.  I daydreamed that I was some aloof, emo, dark, crazed out chick, and people had to earn every smile, had to earn every laugh, had to earn every word, because it just came so rarely.  Lawl that I'm too friendly for that.

Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!
Quote Amanda Echols, "I will judge you and sterotype you, then shove you into a category.  So prove me wrong."

(lol too bad that i really am some whacked out nerd)

Today's lesson: People never daydream about the person they are.  Just the person that they wish they were.

how much is too much to give you? well, i may never know, so i'll just give until there's nothing else.

Bye for now.

Chrno Crusade was the most depressing anime.
I mean, it's one of those twisted plots in which the first half of the series is very funny and light-harded, then it tumbles into a very dark storyline, full of drama and twists.  It catches you like that!

ON THAT NOTE,
I'm pretty behind in my anime and manga now.  I used to be on it like THIS, and even got into anime before it went mainstream, and all of the sudden, THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH TO KEEP UP WITH.  So I'm just familiar with the more old-school anime/manga: the likes of Rurouni Kenshin, Fushigi Yuugi, Ranma 1/2, Magic Knight Rayearth, The Vision of Escaflowne, Saber Marionette J, Maison Ikkoku, and lolyugioh/pokemon/sailormoon.  There's so much now!  And the biggest shame: too many current anime followers have never heard of the classics! =x
The newest that I've gotten to follow is Fruits Baskets, PitaTen, Kare Kano, Naruto, Witch Hunter Robin, One Piece.. this one book about fashion models, and some yaoi book Krizthal brought to school when I finished my test early.

Someone, recommend me really really good anime or manga. 
Not some random crazy thing from the masses of manga flooding our universe.

Blow my mind!

FORIZZLE, KIDS.

So I was gonna rant about my kittens because they're quite.. interesting, to say the least.  But there's too much about them to write anymore.    The rant would never ever end.

So here's a picture!  That's shy little Chubby cuddling with my leg.

Let's all try to ignore the pale, temp-tattoo'd leg though. 

CHRISTA IS UPDATING MORE REGULARLY WTF?

Snorf.

Huffah, kittens!  Huffah!

I MEAN PLZ.  It's a wonderful, hope-riddled song and all, but besides the reprise and the chorus, the lyric is quite distressing to a relationship.
• "Will it make it easier now, now you got someone to blame?"
• "Love is a temple, love the higher law; you ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl."
• "You act like you never had love, now you want me to do without."
• "Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again."
• "Did I ask for too much?  More than a lot?  You gave me nothing, now it's all I got."
• "I can't be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt."

I was blog-surfing and ran across a bride-to-be mentioning that she was going to play that song at her wedding.  For the first dance.  That's a little.. foreboding.

The moment's lesson:
Play that song all you want, because it really is awesome.
Just not at your wedding.

Hello, travelers.

I had a nice afternoon.  In the morning, my mom and I went to Pleasant Grove High School to recycle some old computers that were taking up space in the house, then we went to a little flea market in the PGHS parking lot.  We didn't quite prepare for that and didn't have too much money, but I bought a new friend: 

WASHCLOTH BUNNY.  :3  She's fun.

I finished some math homework at the Glenrose house, and afterwards, my mom and I went to Costco to eat.  She bought me a video game for my old-school chunky GBA for coming with her to work for the weekend, and then while we ate, we had a very rare, nice bonding moment.  We talked about how it'd be better and easier on both my parents and me if I aimed for a nurse rather than a doctor, and we were talking about my wedding in the future.  Mind y'all, I was and have been actually one of those girls -- and the only girl out of my close San Jose friends -- that would wonder and daydream about what my wedding would be like in the future.  I would peek at wedding cakes in Red Ribbon and Goldilocks, and occasionally look up wedding favors and prices in my spare time.

So I'm gonna be intimate with y'all and share.  Basically, I just want a cheap yet nice wedding that isn't a big hassle; after all, it's my wedding.  It's a time to enjoy, not stress over.  SO, call me ghetto, but I'm going to maximize the amount of $1 merchandise I will have at my wedding.  $1 paper flower petals, $1 pew ribbons, $1 wedding favors.  And candy.  In little boxes.  And I also want to raffle off pet fish.  3 for $12 flowers bouquets from Albertson's for tables and such.  And of course: white tennis shoes from Payless > heels, for my walking and dancing pleasure.  For less-hassle purposes, bridesmaids dresses will not be extremely particular, just color-coded.  My wedding food isn't going to be ordered-by-person, but just a big buffet-style line of tables on the side of the hall.  Also, inspired by Vietnamese tradition: Y'all be paying to get in my wedding.  $25 - 50.  I ain't gonna be making no parent of mine paying amounts up to $10,000 to $100,000 dollars for my wedding, because God knows that I wouldn't be able to pay for it all by myself. So future wedding guests: I love y'all.  :3  >__> lolmydreamjob.
The thing I'll probably splurge on is a nice bride's bouquet, whatever we're doing music-wise, and my honeymoon.
So my mom loves me for a cost-efficient wedding.
My groom will either hate or love me.
Hopefully love.  That only makes sense.

I have a kitten-related rant, but I'll save that for tomorrow.  These entries are getting lengthy. 

Today's lesson: Only time can appreciate how wonderful love truly is.

darling, you have set me free

Bye for now.

Rah rah rah.

Lol thanks Joeve.

SO, the WHAP test was today, and it wasn't as dreadfully saddening as I had expected.  Rachel's joyous pessism was actually, quite suprisingly, more reassuring than Phuc's motivations, because then it didn't feel like there was any stigma in the probability of failing, seeing as both Rachel and I blissfully didn't believe in each other, let alone ourselves.  Thus, I stopped hyperventilating about how "half a year of my life is riding on this test!  HALF A YEAR" and was able to take the test with more peace of mind, so I probably did a lot better than I would've if I kept stressing about the pressures included with the test while I took it.  Lol I felt even better when a handful of people around me just GAVE UP, and took out a book or something.  I ain't got it that bad.

SO YAY, I didn't have school today.  It was test then home.  :3  YAY POKEMON

SO THE REST OF THE YEAR WILL NOW BE FULL OF NO STRESS.  Except for Mr. Hererra.  Lawl.  I hate him.  I've never hated a teacher before, has anyone known that?  I hate him.

Y'all know my cat Ed, right?  Yeah?  Good.  So, she's been coming and going from our yard recently and we just thought she was rebelling, until yesterday, SHE CAME BACK WITH A KITTEN.  We were all, "Lawl that ain't her baby" until, BAM, Ed starting..uh, catbreast-feeding it.  And we were very, "OH SNAP, OH SNAP."  So Ed has a baby.  We named it Ducky!
Here's a picture from when it (we're yet to find out its gender) ran into the bush:

So then I was there playing Pokemon and chilling and happy about Ed's new baby, and BAM, my parents come home with another kitten from the Cotton Lane house.  Apparently, it mummy has been MIA and the kitten's been meowing its heart out for a few days, and my parents finally decided it was vital to take it here and adopt it.  We fed it with a medicine dropper and bought kitty milk for it. 
We named that one Chubby.

Huffah for Chubby and Ducky!  Huffah!

Also a great, great thing:
I'M GETTING DSL.
CIAO, DIAL-UP
FINALLY
yay.

Today's lesson: Sincerity is a neccesity to living.

bossa bye baby

Bye for now.

My first AP Test for World History is today.

Poo.

Rabble.

So, the Wiz is ovah!  It was mucho fun though, and on fiyah, to a very semi-literal to a certain extent way.  Explanation: On Friday, we were on a roll, on our cues, strong singing, everything, then the fire alarm went off towards the last half hour of the play, apparently due to a dance in the cafeteria using smoke machines that set off the alarm.  Lol, exciting.  We spazzed that the audience would leave and drive away, to the extent that we were singing "Everybody Rejoice" a capella in the front of the school (which, haha, started 'ghettoing' up towards the end of it), but most of them luckily returned after the false alarm.  I already do miss the play, admittedly.  Last production I'll ever be in with the seniors!  :[  At least I thought that Scapin would be the last one (who knew I'd get permission to work on the musical?), so the musical was a bit of a blessing.  It lives on through the fact that I'm sure we'll be singing these Wiz songs for quite a while.

I'll be completely frank with y'all: I'm not prepared for the World History AP Test.  >_>  lol byebye $83. 
Also, if anyone's wondering, Phuc and I are feelin' fine.  :3

On a negative note:
I'm also tempted to hold a coup d'état in my second period class, Spanish 2, against my teacher, Mr. Herrera.  I spent half the class fantasizing about overthrowing him, engaging him with an argumentive debate over his teaching and lack of respect/compromise in general, until I'd finally reel him into saying, "Then why don't you teach the class?"  Only joy could take it from there.  Joy of rightfully taking the class from that sarcastic, insulting, patronizing, condescending, inflexible, incompetent man, and then burning him by standing to my feet and really following through on teaching the class, teach them with capabilities far beyond his, polished with a lack of abuse of power and actually going over material, rather than hiding under an agenda of pages to work on that could be done without an adult in a room at all, and present themselves as confusing and unhelpful as if he really wasn't there.  I spent the second half of class actually outlining a lesson plan.
He's one of the sole reasons I can't wait for school to end.
ty now that's off mah shoulderz

FO SHO, HOMIEZ

More to come.  I'm craving to play more Pokemon now. 

Today's lesson: The spirit is a fire that can be unquenchable if you allow it to be.

i want to be everything to do with you

Bye for now.

being one of the girls on The Bachelor reality show. 

I mean, just watching it makes me want to slap the main guy and yell, "YOU SCUMBAG, KISSING FOUR GIRLS IN ONE DAY WTF"

Also, I can't handle guys who think they're pimps but just come off as creepy, unlikable guys that can multi-task their stalking business -- "Christa, I hold you now!  Let me express my desire to bed together, although you have no interest in me and the way that I am outwardly molesting your soul despite my knowledge of you having a steady boyfriend utterly disgusts you!  GRUNTimanuglycaveman."  Interestingly, I was never hit on in Middle School.  Non-single women apparently have some weird appeal: "Come on to me and all will kick thine arse."  It has the effect of a dare.  Not that I'm the total shizznappleezzzz at the moment, mind you.  It's just that 3-5 people over the last two years > 0.  o_o

Not that the guy on the Bachelor is a crazy wannabe.  He's a straight pimp.  He can let the other girls know that he kisses three other girls on the daily and they're all cool with it.  The Bachelor is probably the most supported form of Pimpdom I've ever seen.

alas:

monogamous affection = win