Hai!

I'm excited because Ms. Tran really liked the mock yearbook that Phuc and I made for her class today.  I love Ms. Tran, and it's exciting that at least elements of our theme are definitely going to be in next year's MTHS yearbook.

And I'm probably not going to shop for pants at Old Navy again anytime soon.  I'm sure I'll return eventually, because the prices in that entire clearance section are overwhelmingly sexy fairly attractive, but I had my first experience -- D: -- with my pants tearing in public yesterday.  I got a pair of light gray jeans (which I later learned is quite out of style, lmao) and on the first day I wore them, I sat down after turning in my Physics test and the seam on the thigh just DIED.  On the first day of wearing them!  Luckily, with the ever-subtle shield that is JACKET, Phuc was the only one that noticed, mostly because I told him. 

When I came into Old Navy today to return the pants, prepared with a lengthy demand for them to accept the return, the customer service lady had an attitude like it was a common experience with returned clothing.  Suspicion?!  At least that trauma wasn't the trademark Omg-Everyone-Can-See-My-Booty tear.  Thank God.  And despite the lack of quality in the jeans I purchased, I really like the shirt I bought. x]

Also, Ducky, my kitty that I could've sworn was just really fat, had three babies a few days back.  Here's a spazzed out photo of less-than-a-day old kittens:

One of the littluns unfortunately didn't make it through the heat and passed on last
evening, but the other two are looking healthy and extremely spazzy. 
I'm a little worried about one because it has some trouble finding pink
sources of milk, but if it's made it through the last four days like
that, I'm sure it'll manage until we can start feeding it some kitten
food. 

The other kitty, the one who seems to ALWAYS be attached to Ducky's nips, looks suspiciously
like Taco.  I can't hardly imagine seven-month-old Taco mounting Ducky,
but then again I still think that everyone in high school's a virgin,
so who am I to say anything?  Ducky's a lot nicer than Ed, so she
always lets me pet her babies and lets me see them.  Sometimes she even
rolls back a little so that I have a better view.  This is her first
litter, so I'm happy with how content she looks when she's nursing her
children.

I'm personally earnestly excited to have children one day.  Out of my friends in San Jose, I was remarkably the only "typical girl," the girl that daydreamed about the details of her wedding and her children.  I've planned out the Sunday dresses that I want on my daughter, all the embarrassing nicknames that I'll give my son so I can tell his future girlfriend about them.  But I just die a little inside because I also know about how I'm going to cry when my child goes off to kindergarten, and how I'll bawl when my son tells me not to call him by anymore embarrassing nicknames because he's "not a baby anymore."  I'm going to be such a teary mother.  I'm going to be crying more than she is whenever she falls down and gets a boo-boo.  I can't imagine my child being anything other than a complete angel.  No poop, screaming, or me-me-me twosies!  At least definitely not in my daydreams!

So people never have sex, yet I'm going to have a baby one day.
let'sforgetthatpartlol

*shot*

IMO, Ruben Studdard abruptly jumping in at the extreme last second of the AI finale was silly.
And IMO, the politicians are totally saying "peas and carrots" when they rabble in the South Park episode "Two Days Before the Day After Tomorrow."

Bye for now!