Hai!
I've been having a typically-sturdy policy of starting homework whenever Phuc signs onto AIM. Imagine how much I procrastinate on weekends when he goes to the store or out with friends. Since my boyfriend is now a bonafide athlete in the MTHS men's tennis team, my homework-starting time is now pushed back to at least 5:30. Joy! More time to watch South Park!
In fact, I think I've been watching a dangerous amount of South Park lately. I've re-watched seasons five through eleven at least a good four to six times (watching favorites like ANYTHING with Butters and Cartman several times more) since December. I've been laughing at really crude, ridiculous things when I used to try to rise above and beyond offensive, controversial humor. While I've been having TV marathons through various television series, such as Family Guy, Simpsons, Scrubs, American Dad, House, and Smallville, but South Park has had the largest effect on my attitude towards real-life humor; a crime only the most controversial cartoon on television could mercilessly commit. also cos phuc thinks that shat is hilarious too. xd
On the drive home, I saw someone alter an Enterprise van's "We'll Pick You Up" slogan to say "We'll (rude dirty curse word) you up." I thought it was hilarious, and as I laughed, suddenly realized that the South Park & Hanging Out With Phuc Too Much combo meal has caused my standards of maturity to roll back (which is pretty astounding due to my profuse amounts of eccentricity to start with). In the eighth grade, I found no humor in Ashley, Daniel, and Chocolate giggling over the word that Amanda Cox's last name is a homophone of. I was absolutely shocked and appalled by Wayne Brady's profanity in a Dave Chapelle episode featuring him, but when I re-watched the episode less than a month ago, I found it to be an absolute riot.
As I am maturing in years, my emotional age is running in the opposite direction. Eric Cartman has actually compelled me to make one-too-many Jew jokes and drawn a "that's kind of racist" from Phuc. On a large level, I appreciate and fondly miss my old excess amounts of naiveté, compassion, and testimonies of empathy, but I equally appreciate being able to act my age: the immature, ridiculous teenager that seventeen-year-olds are. Not to say that it required the Jew jokes. That's Cartman's fault. D;
By the way, not to make me a pedophile, but this artist of anime-style South Park characters makes Stan way too handsome and attractive-looking (a.k.a. wtf das hawt) for a nine-year-old. I was fairly impressed for not being someone regularly drawn to bishounen figures and attractive male anime characters. Hawtess plz?
I must also confess that right after completing this Xanga entry, I will be watching more South Park.
On a typical note, Junior Prom is this Saturday! 
I'm excited, despite being chubby and unaware how to put on make-up and dress up my hair.
Today's lesson (which is admittedly unrelated to everything above): Just because the relationships around me have recently experienced massive amounts turbulence, it doesn't mean that mine will, too.
that's me!
Bye for now!