<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321</id><updated>2011-08-28T06:28:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea Taylor.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3496900165664022588</id><published>2010-11-30T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:23:46.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr..</title><content type='html'>say whaaaaaaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://woahchels.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3496900165664022588?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3496900165664022588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3496900165664022588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3496900165664022588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3496900165664022588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/11/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8635955541776250368</id><published>2010-11-21T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T02:10:49.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blogland,</title><content type='html'>I apologize for always being so angry in my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;Chelsea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8635955541776250368?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8635955541776250368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8635955541776250368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8635955541776250368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8635955541776250368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-blogland.html' title='Dear Blogland,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-6583378260939642079</id><published>2010-11-20T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:47:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1:45 in the goddam morning.</title><content type='html'>And I'm on the fucking computer when I have a class at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like all I ever blog about recently is me and my goddamn emotional problems.&lt;br /&gt;But that is what makes me want to write or blog or whatever fuck I'm doing on this goddam website.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I apologize in advance to whoever is reading this about the cussing)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that weird mood I posted about the other day. &lt;br /&gt;Hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's changed that's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bipolar as shit. &lt;br /&gt;It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started out as a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;I destroyed the front right side of my car because I ran into a lovely metal H beam in a parking structure. The wrong fucking structure too mind you. I was supposed to be in the Hollywood &amp; Highland structure. I was in the Hollywood &amp; Orange. Go fucking figure. Well after I destroyed my poor car which was JUST fixed due to all the engine issues. I call my Dad cause I felt I needed to and he just gets mad at me, go figure. I managed to break down because that's what I tend to do when I'm upset. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I was going down to Hollywood for the Jimmy Kimmel My Chemical Romance mini concert. &lt;br /&gt;So anyways that happens. &lt;br /&gt;Then I finally get to friends and I calm down and everything starts going smoothly. I'm seeing people I haven't seen in over a year. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the the day more people show up that I know and an old friend who I am not so much friends anymore with shows up and I thought we were okay. Well, no. She just walks right past me after making direct eye contact, knowing who I was. Just keeps walking. And then proceeds to mad dog me the whole night. Well some people need to get over themselves. &lt;br /&gt;So anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with people and then went home. &lt;br /&gt;Mind you I thought I got lost on the way I hate Hollywood freeways, but I made it. &lt;br /&gt;Then I got to actually talk to Jake for like an hour, which was GREATLY needed. We never get to talk. Our cellphones hate each other and we don't get each others texts. And it just kinda sucks. But so anyways we actually talked for a while and he did a whole comedy sketch routine which was actually rather good. He legitimately could do stand up comedy. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah you know how talking to that one person can just make your day especially when you've had a really shitty one. Well yeah it made my day talking to him. All the bad shit that had gone down earlier just kinda didn't matter anymore. And I was genuinely happy. Well finally went to bed because it was like 3:30 and we both needed sleep. &lt;br /&gt;And now today. &lt;br /&gt;I go into work. And I look at the schedule for next week and I have one day. One fucking day. Everyone below me on the schedule, everyone I have seniority over had at least two if not three days. It's complete and total bullshit especially since I am waist high in debt to my parents. I owe them a good $500. Yeah well one day weeks isn't going to fucking pay that off. Ugh it makes me mad. clearly. I went all happy and shit, no cussing talking about Jake and now to this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that pissed me off something royal. My manager told me to confront the person who makes the schedules and ask why that's the case. But I don't know, I'm not sure how to go about it. &lt;br /&gt;So I come home I get on WoW for a bit for the first time in a few weeks and it was actually kinda fun. I did the new bosses, got a new piece of gear, talked to Jake a bit. I was pretty happy for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;Then I got off and I wanted to clean the house a bit for Mom cause I had a whole conversation with her last night about how I don't do enough around the house, blah, blah. Well I was having Zach and Nick help me. Nick was really helpful. But Zach not so much. He's a dumbass and grabbed the stove not 5 minutes after he cooked something on it, so he burnt his hand and he used it to his advantage to not have to do anything to help. Go figure. Mr. drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;So I got done what I could get done and then Mom and Dad get home and they notice and it was a pretty nice feeling I guess. I felt helpful. What a concept. &lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go see the New HP movie but we decided to go tomorrow instead cause we all have to be up pretty early. (aka 5 hours for me, but I'm too busy on this cause I am really smart) So yeah, we watched the Half Blood Prince instead.&lt;br /&gt;After that ended I come into my room get on my computer and Jakes online so I IM him not a minute later he's offline. Not saying it was an intentional thing, but that's not a good feeling. Especially when you don't get to talk a lot. Especially for me because I have my confidence issues. And my brother just left his long distance girlfriend for a girl here at home and it's got me all weirded out. And that makes it sound like I think that's what's happening with Jake. Because that's not it at all. I just have my confidence issues. And I'm a PMSing girl. Anyone who knows me, knows when I PMS, I PMS bad. Hence the bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;God you can totally tell I'm bipolar as shit right now in this blog. Ugh. But anyways Jake doesn't know the whole situation with Zach has got me weirded out and I don't necessarily want to tell him cause it's pretty embarrassing. Well anyways now that I don't honestly remember why I was so upset when I started writing this and that I'm getting delusional, I need to go to bed because I am going to be a zombie in class tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Time for my nightly prayer and solitaire. &lt;br /&gt;Hey that rhymes. &lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-6583378260939642079?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/6583378260939642079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=6583378260939642079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6583378260939642079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6583378260939642079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/11/145-in-goddam-morning.html' title='1:45 in the goddam morning.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-6558285399184715623</id><published>2010-11-15T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:35:05.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where were you when my walls came falling down..</title><content type='html'>The new ADTR album is so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the weirdest mood right now. &lt;br /&gt;I have been really good about not letting little things get to me but yesterday on the lovely little site formspring someone informed me of the matter that I gross them out. a lot. And it has in a way destroyed me. I think it probably triggered all those phone calls I used to get telling me how fat, ugly, annoying, and gross I am/was. I don't know. But I am a mess. &lt;br /&gt;I was better for a little bit because I talked to a few friends after it happened but it just triggered something in me and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that I'm pretty certain that I am probably pmsing. Which explains why I'm so down to a degree but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Jake, a lot. But that's not really anything new. I know how to deal with those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;I just needed to vent I guess to something no one will read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-6558285399184715623?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/6558285399184715623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=6558285399184715623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6558285399184715623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6558285399184715623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-were-you-when-my-walls-came.html' title='Where were you when my walls came falling down..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2671323725705362105</id><published>2010-11-07T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:27:36.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't give a fuck if you like this song..</title><content type='html'>is it heavy enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmsUbyO6mpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YmsUbyO6mpg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song that Jake mildly got me addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about. But I want to do one. &lt;br /&gt;So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop broke and is sent out for service and I have a loaner one right now. I'm not used to it. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my update I decided I don't want to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2671323725705362105?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2671323725705362105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2671323725705362105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2671323725705362105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2671323725705362105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-give-fuck-if-you-like-this-song.html' title='I don&apos;t give a fuck if you like this song..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5667558470201068429</id><published>2010-10-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:30:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Good to be True</title><content type='html'>The past 2.5 weeks have been amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Jake living here with me, not far away. &lt;br /&gt;Actually going to be here, &lt;br /&gt;not going to have to leave after a week to go back home. &lt;br /&gt;Not being in a long distance relationship, &lt;br /&gt;actually getting to hug him when I want, &lt;br /&gt;getting to kiss him when I want, &lt;br /&gt;getting to just sit next to him while doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a picture on sayingimages.com that said&lt;br /&gt;"Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing means absolutely everything to me."&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Completely and totally. &lt;br /&gt;Especially after being in a long distance relationship for 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;You really appreciate the little things when they are so scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning doing something 'coupley' for Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;yes because I wanted to but he was going to with me,&lt;br /&gt;cause he's just that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to go to Disneyland in November.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to go ice skating &lt;br /&gt;and bowling &lt;br /&gt;and to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;We whatever, we had plans and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he has to go home. &lt;br /&gt;Has to go help his family.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like a bitch being so upset he's leaving because it's an understandable reason.&lt;br /&gt;Family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;But it's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to be out of a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's going back to it.&lt;br /&gt;Given I do want to be with him, so I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks something royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for writing this : who the fuck knows.&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be because I just got really upset after keeping composure for a good amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;And he's still asleep but he'll be waking up soon, &lt;br /&gt;so I think I just ended up getting some of it off my chest, &lt;br /&gt;so I won't cry in front of him again cause I know it kills him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. That was my depressing update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5667558470201068429?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5667558470201068429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5667558470201068429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5667558470201068429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5667558470201068429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/10/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too Good to be True'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-973635225828183357</id><published>2010-08-25T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:04:20.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia at its finest</title><content type='html'>Yep you heard it folks. &lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have started college it has truly hit me how much has actually changed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my world revolved around getting up early Saturday mornings to watch Rugrats and eat Kix. &lt;br /&gt;Now it revolves around wondering whether it will be a shitty day at work or if my friends are going to talk to me or if I can really handle 15 college credits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did this all change?&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old times, where I didn't have a care in the world. Where my friends didn't fuck up their lives with drugs. Where you didn't have to deal with hangovers the morning after parties, you just had to worry about what cereal your friends like because they were always slumber parties. (that usually involved dress-up and karaoke, just saying) &lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I do adore parts of my life that I didn't have when I was five. Jake. Driving. Freedom. Tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;It's just strange is all I am getting at I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I just felt like writing.&lt;br /&gt;When did I decide I even liked writing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm positive I never did before about a week a go. &lt;br /&gt;I used to have the hardest time and now words just seem to flow out of me like there is no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense. I've written probably 5-10 poems this week. Well when I say write I mean half I'll just type out or write out and the other half I just write in my mind and then I forget them. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I am sitting in the library at Moorpark in between classes because I have an unnecessarily huge gap of time between my classes at the moment. Figured I'd do one of these. I went yesterday and got 3 more tattoos. That means I am now up to 6 tattoos. I think it is safe to say I am addicted. :) I still have my side piece to get and some form of a disney one. I just have to figure it out. I can't help it, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a blackberry. So that is number I don't even know on the mobile devices. I actually really love it. It's pretty confusing but it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The one downside is, is that I am officially broke. Sort of. But whatever. I shall start saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well minor update. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-973635225828183357?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/973635225828183357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=973635225828183357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/973635225828183357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/973635225828183357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/08/nostalgia-at-its-finest.html' title='Nostalgia at its finest'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3807461545876991789</id><published>2010-07-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T04:38:49.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjX8tsGd6C0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FjX8tsGd6C0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QF_QIkLl5uc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QF_QIkLl5uc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVGaSBDA-T4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVGaSBDA-T4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UX9B2kBJGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7UX9B2kBJGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3807461545876991789?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3807461545876991789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3807461545876991789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3807461545876991789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3807461545876991789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-trip.html' title='Summer trip'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-645718332859786686</id><published>2010-06-08T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:49:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people,</title><content type='html'>just never learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish someone could tell me why people feel the need to ruin their lives with drugs.&lt;br /&gt;So fucking disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note www.stereomood.com might possibly be one of the coolest sites I have had the pleasure of stumbling upon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, &lt;br /&gt;Chels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-645718332859786686?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/645718332859786686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=645718332859786686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/645718332859786686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/645718332859786686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-people.html' title='Some people,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2087173960514269008</id><published>2010-05-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:58:27.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVcLd67YRgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVcLd67YRgI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/peuJv3ILsC0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/peuJv3ILsC0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2087173960514269008?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2087173960514269008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2087173960514269008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2087173960514269008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2087173960514269008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/05/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2279579043249911931</id><published>2010-04-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:50:33.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Silence.</title><content type='html'>Was all it was..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2279579043249911931?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2279579043249911931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2279579043249911931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2279579043249911931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2279579043249911931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-of-silence.html' title='Day of Silence.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3412904946486894185</id><published>2010-04-02T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:07:12.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes :D</title><content type='html'>Okay greatest thing is back up on youtube. I'm happy.  :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SBGvjSmkgk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SBGvjSmkgk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Azl2HbVQb5E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Azl2HbVQb5E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0ZeGgW6-0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0ZeGgW6-0A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIOVt_gRhVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIOVt_gRhVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bX6zYkbdYrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bX6zYkbdYrs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3412904946486894185?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3412904946486894185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3412904946486894185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3412904946486894185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3412904946486894185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-d.html' title='Yes :D'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-6353893975593987911</id><published>2010-03-22T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:57:31.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, yep..</title><content type='html'>I have a formspring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.me/woahchels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-6353893975593987911?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/6353893975593987911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=6353893975593987911' title='0 Comments'/><link 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been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; this blog isn't going to tell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just acknowledging your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5159293607435935606?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5159293607435935606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5159293607435935606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5159293607435935606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then lets just say I'm not in the best mood. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and out, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2753358935706307837?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2753358935706307837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2753358935706307837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2753358935706307837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2753358935706307837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know.html' title='I know,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1530624060409384635</id><published>2009-11-03T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:53:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MDUIWCIW5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MDUIWCIW5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title='Tres.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5564366131312088584</id><published>2009-10-27T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:38:42.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YORKv36BHdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YORKv36BHdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/10/video-blog-2.html' title='Video Blog #2'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3481685597456073095</id><published>2009-10-18T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:34:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get mad if I'm laughing,</title><content type='html'>blame the caffeine..&lt;br /&gt;Time to whip out the Post-It I wrote all that I need to blog about on throughout the day at work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what order these go in but whatever, it doesn't even matter.&lt;br /&gt;-TCATS//Divine&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping/Dinner with Nat&lt;br /&gt;-Horror Nights&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner with John, Darin, and Ivie&lt;br /&gt;-Denny's with Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;And I know there is others, I'm just not entirely sure as to what they are. Hopefully I will remember them throughout writing this.&lt;br /&gt;And now ones I just remembered..&lt;br /&gt;-Doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;-Going to Vicki's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;Doing my hair, because I know that came first out of this whole list.&lt;br /&gt;I bleached it. Again. I will not do that again until my roots come out. Part of me is really curious as to how dark my natural hair has gotten, but I won't let it grow out because i like it the light blond. So basically Natalie and I decided at work 'HEY lets do my hair,' so we did. It came out really well, I was surprised to be quite honest. But yeah I'm starting to become more comfortable with myself because my hair is finally growing out. Almost to mermaid hair. Woot, woot. So yeah, now I just need to keep up with the roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Vicki's &lt;br /&gt;I went and I stayed a night with my Aunt Vicki and cousin Dean. Dean was at school so Vicki and I went to go shopping. Definitely not a bust. I got so much stuff. I got the cutest black dress. I love it. I got some kick-ass gold snake print tights, my halloween costume, which is a girl Tin Man. It's way cute. I got a cute pair of heels, quite a few shirts, a couple boy scout shirts, and four new sunglasses. I want to say I got more, but I don't remember. But yeah, we shopped, then went to pick up Dean from school. I finally got to see her new apartment and I absolutely love it. It's just brilliant. We went to some very good chicken bowl place for dinner, wish I could remember the name of it but I can't. But it was great. Then we went to get frozen yogurt. We rented 'He's Just Not That Into You,' I fell in love that movie, but the girls in it are retarded. So I slept over, then woke up to go to Vicki's salon with her because she had an appointment before she could take me home. While we were there and waiting for the lady to come because she thought it was at 11 but it was at 12, she went ahead and added a little bleach into my hair just to make it a tad bit less harsh. It came out great. She never fails when it comes to my hair. So she did the one woman's hair then took me home so she could be back in time for her next appointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCATS//Divine&lt;br /&gt;That was that night so I got home basically and then just waited for Alyssa to come over so we could get ready and then go to the show. I had this whole cute outfit picked out, basically the dress, tights, and heels I bought with Vicki. But when I put it all on together it just didn't work, which actually really upset me and made me majorly frustrated. I was PMSing and I was being a bitch. I knew I was but I couldn't help it. Alyssa and my mom were trying to help me with my outfit, but I was just being a bitch. I felt horrible but I just couldn't help it. I was literally going to break down. But I finally figured out I was going to wear the dress and my black boots. We ended up just getting there in time for TCATS set. I started to photograph them and then all of a sudden my camera dies on me. It was terrible. Luckily I got some really good shots. So we watched them, I was pleasantly surprised to be quite honest. Then Who went up next? T. Mills I think, I don't know. He's the next one I saw so whatever. I really liked him. I didn't get the obsession over him though, yeah he's good looking, but he looks like a little boy. But then again teh girls all over him were like 13, so whatever. Then I saw Wicker. Oh My God. Yes, it was that good. I am in love with that band, and the gorilla man on stage who has no purpose up there other than to get the crowd pumped. At one point he got off the stage and just started dancing with me but of course I was laughing too hard to dance back. But yeah they were great. And then The Divine went on. They were quite splendid as well. I really had a swell night because I loved the bands so much. So after wards there was going to be an after party, so we went to it. Alyssa and I ended up leaving after about 10 minutes because it just wasn't our scene. So I called Alex to see where he was. He was at Denny's with Keyjun, Nikki, and a few other people so we just went and met up with them there. They all had to go home except Keyjun, so Alyssa, Keyjun, and I just went and sat outside Keyjuns house like we used to and just talked. It was nice. Then it was like 1:30, so mom called and told me I had to be home. So that was the end of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next is&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with John, Darin, and Ivie&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, yes I play World of Warcraft. So that's what caused this night. I got into a guild with a family friend, being Darin. And John is the guild leader. I talk to John a lot, and he's almost become like an older brother almost. He was out here in Cali for work so I had made the comment that we should go to dinner. Low and behold parents weren't to happy about it just going to be him and I, so we invited Darin to come along with. Make it a whole little guild dinner night. It was fun. Darin brought Ivie and we went to Pagoda Inn. So good. But yeah we just had dinner, talk about the game, of course, and other things. Afterwards we went to Baskin for some ice cream. Then we went home cause John had to drive a while back to the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny's with Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;I don't really even know why I put this on the list, it was really just Ronnie and I hanging out. She came over one day after school. Oh wait now I remember. We had 2 incredible days of rain. On the second day Ronnie and I were supposed to go to Taryns for puddle jumping and trampoline but we ended up not being able to, so we planned it for the next day. So here it comes to the next day and it's 90 degrees outside, and Taryn ended up not being able to have us over. So then Ronnie just came over after school. We put on some kick-ass hats and shades and went to Denny's. Ate some incredible seasoned fries. Then went to Baskin, and got the double header cones. After wards we just came back to my house and hung out. Talked, took pictures on Photobooth, basically the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Okay. Next.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping/Dinner with Nat&lt;br /&gt;So Nat and I had planned this. We would go down to Studio City and eat at The Good Earth, then go to American Apparel and get tights. And then go to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtBzd9k4SvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtBzd9k4SvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : I will figure out a better way to make the videos so they aren't 7+ minutes long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3481685597456073095?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3481685597456073095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3481685597456073095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3481685597456073095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3481685597456073095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-get-mad-if-im-laughing.html' title='Don&apos;t get mad if I&apos;m laughing,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1786804583691350780</id><published>2009-10-05T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:56:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>finally got through to Mrs. Voets. Just now. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay so blog time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I write these, nobody reads them. Whatever. So what's happened recently. I don't even remember what I blogged about last, time to go reread it and go from there. Okay so I didn't end up going shopping again with Natalie, she had to go to a surprise party for her sister, so we are going to go next payday. &lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping in contact with Chatsworth High a lot recently to get my credits all good and ready to go for when I go back. Basically I need to work my ass off and get atleast 30 more credits before I go back. And like I said that's atleast because I need more if I don't want 6 classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another person I know passed away, whats that 4 now just in the past 2 months. So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;RIP Matthew&lt;br /&gt;RIP Mr. Hughes&lt;br /&gt;RIP Talina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; &lt;br /&gt;RIP Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better not have to add any more names to that list because if I do I seriously don't know if I'll be able to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I went and donated blood or Anna. I was deeply scared and paranoid because of the last time I had blood drawn and passed out. But I made sure I ate and drank lots of water this time. I am lucky enough to have my dads veins which means I have good veins for drawing blood. So I was all paranoid and whatnot and then they did the little finger prick test and my iron was good so they went a long with draining me of a pint. And what I have come to the conclusion of is that it must just be my bodies reaction to losing blood not just because I was sick and hadn't eaten the last time, because I almost passed out again. The nurse was right on top of it though and got me an ice pack and juice immediately. Too bad she wasn't at my house later when I took the wrapping off and it started bleeding again and almost passed out. So yeah, just my bodies reaction. After that my mom and I went to go visit Anna cause we were down there, why not. But she was asleep and we didn't want to wake her. We got to talk to her parents and find out all the details. She has a tough road ahead of her, but she's strong she can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've just kind of been taking it easy since then I guess. I went down to Hollywood with LTB for their show, met up with Diana intentionally, and then Erica not intentionally. We didn't want to go in the venue right away so we spent like 2 hours in aah's just looking at books and halloween costumes and all the other crap they have in that place. I literally love that store no joke. I basically have no clue what I'm going to be for halloween. I'm debating Marie Antoinette, princess, tinker bell, and a few other things. But I really have no clue. Costumes are so expensive, its ridiculous. So we finally gave up on the store and went into the venue. I ended up leaving early because I wasn't feeling so great, didn't even get to see them play but whatever I saw them a little bit ago and I'll get to hang out with them Friday at the TCATS and The Divine show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Heather, Ted, Josh, Maya, Andrew, and Kira came out to visit and we went and got sushi. I have never eaten so much in my laugh, and I've never laughed so much in my life. It was so much fun. We had just a 'kids' table, so it was, Zach, Maya, Andrew, Josh, and I and we just all got a bunch of crap and shared it. We seriously had like 5 Tiger Rolls. They are so good. But yeah it was FUN. I'm hoping to do it again sometime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah today had class, went to the bank, went to Subway, went by and hung out at Baskin, then came home. And now I need to go get ready to go back and actually work, not just hang out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-1786804583691350780?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/1786804583691350780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=1786804583691350780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1786804583691350780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1786804583691350780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-4079163439931936218</id><published>2009-09-25T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:55:13.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Insert random lyric quote here"</title><content type='html'>Okay so recently I feel like all I do is work, and do classwork. I have worked everyday this week, and I work everyday next week and probably the next and the next. &lt;br /&gt;I was actually able to go to the LTB show on Tuesday, which I was not planning on doing. Noah texted me at work and was like are you going? so I called my Daddy and he said he'd take me. It was incredible seeing Noah, David, and  Vince. :) I kind of just stayed with Noah the whole night cause no one I knew was there. I love the Cobalt really, I created a new slogan for them. Cobalt Cafe, where the guys look like chicks, and the girls look like whores. It's true. I was probably one of the few girls wearing pants. Most were wearing skank shorts. But whatever, their choice. So yeah the show was fun. I am Noahs food buddy number 3 because I bought him hot dogs. Lol. SO yeah, stayed with him all night. Afterwards we all went to Denny's because they had this all nighter thing for the bands that played. It was pretty cool. All the bands went there afterwards. We just kind of stayed together and left after we finished eating. They then brought me home at around 1, 1:30 and I crashed. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that and work. I went with Natalie to Stonefire, Goodwill, and Pinkberry. No joke Pinkberry is my new addiction. But yeah anyways. Stonefire was good as always, and Goodwill was fun, I got a couple of like big sweaters to wear over tights, now next Friday, since that's payday, we are going to go to American Apparel and get some tights. That should be fun too. We had a long conversation about people and life, it was grand. &lt;br /&gt;I've hung out with Alyssa a few times, but that's usual. Although one highlight of when we last hung out, we went to this Korean BBQ place, and we didn't want the typical stuff, we just wanted like teriyaki chicken, and then there was beef soup with the meal, and I don't eat beef so he had to give me miso soup and then Alyssa wanted miso soup too, and we like jokingly said like oh wow we are difficult, and our waiter looks at us and he just goes, yeah you are. We were just like WTF. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Time to end this. Have to get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I hang out with people I haven't seen in a while tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;KBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-4079163439931936218?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/4079163439931936218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=4079163439931936218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4079163439931936218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4079163439931936218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/09/insert-random-lyric-quote-here.html' title='&quot;Insert random lyric quote here&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3044572428871363064</id><published>2009-09-08T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:31:40.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last blog was July 5th,</title><content type='html'>lots has happened. I know I keep saying I'm going to blog more and then I don't, but really I am going to. I think I need it to just get stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Greenday. I don't give a fucking shit if you like this band or not go fucking see them. They are one of the most amazing bands I have ever seen live and I've seen quite a few. They played for 3 hours straight, it was complete brilliance the whole time too. And also Gallows. Go see them too. They are incredible and they recognize the bullshit that goes with this stupid scene that is going on right now. Give them a chance, you will love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay now that that is off my chest. To be honest I can't really remember much of what has happened recently or since my last blog. I know it's been a lot. But I've been in this sort of trance for the past two weeks since Matthew killed him self. It's so crazy I just don't know how to deal with it and I will just randomly break down and just cry. So RIP Matthew, RIP Mr Hughes, and get better Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, away from the depressing stuff. Alaska. It was incredible. I am thoroughly amazed every time I go, not like it's been a lot, but still. I love it there. And cruises are the best way to travel. I spent a lot of time with my parents this time, I was like the oldest person in the teen center so I didn't enjoy it all too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else happened? Warped Tour, great as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired, this blog is going to lack lots of details that i initially wanted to put in. Maybe one day I'll update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I will be going back to CHS second semester to have a senior year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I conclude this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3044572428871363064?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3044572428871363064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3044572428871363064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3044572428871363064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3044572428871363064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-blog-was-july-5th.html' title='Last blog was July 5th,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3252923229952545230</id><published>2009-07-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:36:00.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mannn,</title><content type='html'>Alaska in 4 days. I am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never blog anymore. I might start I don't know. I always check this thing and am like I'm going to blog and then I don't but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are retarded and I am pretty positive I will not be returning to CHS. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I trust my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for pointless blogs. Time to go finish doing homework and help my mom in her classroom. Oh and laundry and start packing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3252923229952545230?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3252923229952545230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3252923229952545230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3252923229952545230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3252923229952545230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-mannn.html' title='Oh mannn,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1130976653580866439</id><published>2009-06-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:28:42.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, really..</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe some of the comments people are posting on the Metro Station bulletin about them and Miley touring together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like honestly, I'm not a fan of her either. But at least respect that she is Traces little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I really question the way fans act sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is to just try ang get back in the swing of writing on here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-1130976653580866439?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/1130976653580866439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=1130976653580866439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1130976653580866439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1130976653580866439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-really.html' title='Wow, really..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8785893839596437588</id><published>2009-04-26T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:39:13.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John..</title><content type='html'>here a whole blog dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy, I'm happier than I have been in a while so I don't know why you always think something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And you are never in my blogs anymore because think about it. How often do we talk on the phone anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here, making up for all the blogs you haven't been in, you get one for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Be happy, it means you are special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8785893839596437588?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8785893839596437588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8785893839596437588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8785893839596437588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8785893839596437588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/john.html' title='John..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-9060730610002055039</id><published>2009-04-23T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:05:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm high</title><content type='html'>on life. :D&lt;br /&gt;True dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;Better than I have been in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live the life you love. Love the life you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SfFkjtlwumI/AAAAAAAAACI/-amPFx2oJ1A/s1600-h/life-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SfFkjtlwumI/AAAAAAAAACI/-amPFx2oJ1A/s320/life-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328150398852184674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-9060730610002055039?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/9060730610002055039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=9060730610002055039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/9060730610002055039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/9060730610002055039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-high.html' title='I&apos;m high'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SfFkjtlwumI/AAAAAAAAACI/-amPFx2oJ1A/s72-c/life-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-4324878844554124774</id><published>2009-04-23T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:00:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know,</title><content type='html'>why it bothers me so much, but it does.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is it doesn't 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;At certain points it really bothers me and at others not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's how it is. I need to realize it and come to terms with it.&lt;br /&gt;(yes this is one of the times it is really bothering me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah This weekend I am going to Sarah's for sure, hopefully Aaron's too. I love how I am blogging when I did earlier today, well yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to steal Sarah's blog pretty much and add it to this one. &lt;br /&gt;SOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;"When you find people who turn out to connect with you on some strange cosmic wavelength and the bond between you bids you to go absolutely insane over eachother and would protect eachother at any cost, and you form a little family and love each other to the point of utter absurdity, you have found best friends." -Sarah Tither-Kaplan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/perrisbamboozlepics014-Copy-1.jpg?t=1240473728"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 351px;" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/perrisbamboozlepics014-Copy-1.jpg?t=1240473728" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/pwawrped019.jpg?t=1240473853"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/pwawrped019.jpg?t=1240473853" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-4324878844554124774?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/4324878844554124774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=4324878844554124774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4324878844554124774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4324878844554124774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1374801900171165207</id><published>2009-04-22T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:12:44.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you recycle a dog?</title><content type='html'>Yep Yep Yep. That's what a student just asked my mom.&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting in my mom's classroom right now, she is reading a story to the students so I get a break to do whatever. So I decided to blog. Her students are crazy. I seriously understand why she comes home drained everyday. They are intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Renaissance Faire was incredible. There were some of the most incredible costumes I have ever seen. There was this pirate vest that I wanted but it was $275, so I did not get it. It kinda sucked, it was gorgeous. But yeah Aaron was the only one not really dressed up because my cousin and uncle rented costumes but he was wearing a jester hat so it was all good. I got a really pretty flower halo thing. It is turquoise and purple. So pretty. I love it. So even though it was incredibly fun it was like 100 degrees and I felt like I was going to die. There were so many sexual inuendos that day, haha, so great. I loved it. But yeah we are thinking about joining the fair next year, so that would be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Chatsworth HS at lunchtime to visit people. I really thought I might miss it when I went back to visit, but I didn't at all. I miss my friends there but you really realize who true friends are. I'm a little surprised but I like knowing. So I hung out with them at lunch and then I went to Ms. Hesse's class for 5th and 6th. I love her. She is like, I don't know. One of my favorite teacher's, easily. It was cool hanging out with her. &lt;br /&gt;After school we got a group and went to Taco Bell. It was Alyssa and I. We were the only girls and then, Keyjun, Anthony, Casey, Kevin, Sam, and I know there were others but I am blanking right now. After that Alyssa and I went to ehr place and mine to get ready for swimming, while the guys went to Keyjuns. We went by her place first grabbed her stuff and went to mine. We were getting ready and then we left. Alex was there, he's leaving for Russia, well today but whatever. He'll be gone for 2 weeks so it was good seeing him before he left. We all just swam and stuff. They were all attacking eachother. It was entertaining. I missed them. I really needed that. Well everyone left and it was just Alyssa, Keyjun, and I and we just sat and talked. I love them. It was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Well after that I went home, played WoW and then slept. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going to Aaron's dad's house on Saturday for a BBQ and then I have work 7-10 and then I might go sleep over at Sarah's and go to her play Sunday. I hope I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out girl scout. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-1374801900171165207?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/1374801900171165207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=1374801900171165207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1374801900171165207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1374801900171165207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-recycle-dog.html' title='Can you recycle a dog?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-850344425075211774</id><published>2009-04-19T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:42:57.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance Faire,</title><content type='html'>tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time going.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. I'm dressing up and it's pirate weekend. :D&lt;br /&gt;I really GAH I can't wait. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is coming with. :) I'm excited. I haven't seen him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with the family and my uncle and cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog afterwards. I just had to express my excited-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-850344425075211774?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/850344425075211774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=850344425075211774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/850344425075211774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/850344425075211774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/renaissance-faire.html' title='Renaissance Faire,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5784944777444887375</id><published>2009-04-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:25:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,</title><content type='html'>it has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;I've written blogs and then just erased them, so I think I might actually write one and post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song and I'm Yours are still stuck in my head. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, at least they are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I love it at OFL. Just to let everyone know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand the need to lie. Someone needs to explain it to me, because I really don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;Well Natascha is back home in Germany for that exact reason. But whatever it's not like I did anything with her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone decided that they would stop ignoring me and contact me. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm I strongly dislike some of the people I work with. Really, I do. It's bad, even Barb notices I dread working with them. So yeah, but whatever there isn't much I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my family drives me insane, but some don't. I guess I am my cousin Dean's favorite cousin, which makes me very happy. I love my cousins. :) And my aunts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow before I go to work, so I have to wake up early. I should go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, I love my best friends. I really truly do. I know who they are and I know why they are who they are. So I love you guys. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5784944777444887375?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5784944777444887375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5784944777444887375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5784944777444887375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5784944777444887375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/04/well.html' title='Well,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5452187850436289811</id><published>2009-03-30T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:49:43.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today,</title><content type='html'>I am no longer a student at Chatsworth High School and I attend OFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5452187850436289811?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5452187850436289811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5452187850436289811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5452187850436289811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5452187850436289811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-6010332532017647387</id><published>2009-03-28T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:33:59.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Head under water...</title><content type='html'>..and they tell me... to breathe easy for a while The breathing gets harder... even I know that You made room for me but it's too soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm unusually... hard to hold on to Blank stares at blank pages No easy way to say this You mean well, but you make this hard on me I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or break in this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you... to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better Reason to write you... a love song today Today, today I learned the hard way That they all say... things you want to hear And my heavy heart... sinks deep down under you and Your twisted words, Your help just hurts You are not what I thought you were Hello... to high and dry Convinced me to please you Made me think that I need this too I'm trying to let you hear me as I am I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's Make or break in this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you to stay If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better Reason to write you... a love song today Promise me... you'll leave the light on To help me see... with daylight, my guide, gone 'Cause I believe there's a way... you can love me Because I say I won't write you a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this Is that why you wanted a love song 'Cause you asked for it 'Cause you need one, you see I'm not gonna write you a love song 'Cause you tell me it's make or break in this If you're on your way I'm not gonna write you... to stay If your heart is nowhere in it I don't want it for a minute Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that There's a reason to Write you... a love song today Today today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about having a song stuck in your head, yeah that one right up there. ^^ The cover by Four Year Strong has been stuck in my head for like a week now. Oh that and 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I am sitting in Sarah's bed, I'm not going to finish this blog sitting there because we are going to be leaving soon to go take Katie home and for me to be brought home but I can start it here atleast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is going to be a blog for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am home. XD Okay so seriously now. This past week has not been a good week. At all, at least up until yesterday, but I'll get to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday was fine, but Tuesday is when it got bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this blog is taking me forever to write, I keep getting distracted, so yeah back to Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday : Wow I don't even remember that far back. Well I went to school. I came home but could not focus on homework at all. I had to write an essay. Did I get that done? No. Well I talked to John for what maybe 5 minutes. I haven't talked to him since. :( I really just want to know what's going on.. But okay yeah I wasn't in a good mood so I talked to Dillon for a bit and talked to Martin on the phone for a bit but then I decided I should try and do my essay. It wasn't working. I finally just sat down and was like okay I am going to do this at about midnight and then I managed to fall asleep and I woke up at about 1 and said forget it, I'll wake up at 5 and just write it and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday : Was supposed to wake up to write my essay, yeah that didn't work. I kept falling asleep, being exhausted and not being in a good mood is not good. I still couldn't write the essay. I started to but when it passed fourth period I got ready for school and made it there at the beginning of sixth. Then after that I had work and I went to work and worked. After that Natascha and I went to Walgreens. After that I decided to finish my essay and write the one she had assigned for that night. I was up late writing piece of shit essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : I ended up waking up really late like 7:35 and I have to leave my house at 7:30. I ran the whole way to school and I managed to make it school on time. I don't even know how I made it on time. Then went through the whole day miserable. Although I actually saw Alex for the first time in probably a month. I had to write another essay. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Went to school. I am so done with everyone at that place. I hate it there. Hate it there so much. So after school Anthony drove me home, I was going to stay home, I was hoping that a certain someone would be online but when they weren't I went with Alyssa, Anthony, Keyjun, Brett, and Eric to Burger King. After that we went to Keyjun's. Anthony left and then Alyssa and I walked to my house. That was not a good day. Found out a bunch of stuff. I don't even know who my friends are anymore. Although I am learning why my best friend, my true best friends, I have 3, are who they are. I learn more and more everyday. So Alyssa and I went to Anthony's and hung out with him for a while and then went to the mall and hung out there. We took asian pictures. :D Then we went back to my house and then she went home and we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : I had work in the morning and it sucked. It went by slowly. So after work I went home and talked to Merecedes on the phone for like an hour. I haven't talked to her in like a year, it was so nice to catch up. She's hoping to make it up here sometime soon. :) So I went to Sarah's. Errol, Katie, Sarah, and I all hung out. Marty stopped by for a bit but she lift. Whatever. It was so nice being with them. The three of them are all talented and make me feel inferior. XD But they, all three of them are incredible, amazing people. It was nice being able to talk about everything, all the shit thats been going down. And to have a intelligent, deep conversation with people who are just I don't even know. I love them. I just met Errol and Katie but I already love them. But yeah we all just hung out and talked and then watched Milk. I fell asleep. We went up to Sarah's room after the movie and we all just talked and fell asleep. There are so many quotes that made my life that night. So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : We all woke up, ate way too much food, and hung out with the animals. We then drove to Thousand Oaks to take Katie home hung out there for a bit. Then they brought me home. I was getting ready to go to Costco with my mom when my dog started scratching at my window like what she does when she is trying to open the blinds in my room. Well that is when I realized that my house got egged and my window was the main target. I'm done. I'm done and over everyone and everything. No joke, if you have a problem with me, figure it out with me. But egging my house is disrespecting my family and that is not okay. So my mom washed it off and we went to Costco. I finally got to talk to my mom about transferring to OFL. I'm going down there tomorrow morning to see what I have to do. And we will see from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that this blog is crazy long, I am going to end it. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-6010332532017647387?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/6010332532017647387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=6010332532017647387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6010332532017647387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/6010332532017647387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/head-under-water.html' title='&quot;Head under water...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5335603778444456495</id><published>2009-03-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:05:20.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : I woke up and then was informed from John that he was coming up to Chatsworth. :) I was getting ready while he was stuck in traffic and all of a sudden he was at the 118 so then I like freaked out cause I wasn't ready and he was going to be here soon. So he got here and and then we went to Los Toros and to see Last House on the Left. After that we came back to my house and hung out. He put the ticket stub on my wall and it is still there. :) We pretty much just listened to music, played with my squishy pillow thing, throwing it at eachother, and hanging out. It was fun. :) :) Hey John...IT'S MY PILLOW, BUT YOU CAN PLAY WITH IT IF YOU COME TO CHATSWORTH. :) So yeah he left because he was getting tired and had an hour drive home. We talked on the phone so he wouldn't fall asleep, then he got home, we got on AIM and just talked then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : I woke up, worked on my history project, talked to John a bit and then went to go to Sarah's play. It was fun. It was actually pretty damn entertaining. I am glad I went. :) After the play we went to eat at some restaurant place. I had some bomb ass raviolis and Caesar salad. We all just kind of hung out there and then we went back to Sarah's. We came home and I started working on my history project. I talked to John on the phone for a while then he went to bed and I was up til like 4:30 finishing my project. Whatever it got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I had a good weekend. It's a weekend I would live over again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5335603778444456495?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5335603778444456495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5335603778444456495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5335603778444456495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5335603778444456495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3533489851302894910</id><published>2009-03-18T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:13:34.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow,</title><content type='html'>Okay so I am sitting on webcam with John and he is singing and it is making me smile. It feels nice to smile today after so much crying.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like for some odd reason I have in a way lost a friend, a really good one and I didn't want to. I know she is pissed at me and probably hates my guts even though I didn't really do anything, her dad found out on his own. It's still of course my fault, and I get my info from other sources, and I'm the liar. Yeah okay, thought we were best friends. Well best friends don't lie to each other the amount you lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now it is the next day, I wrote that all last night but had to stop because I was getting upset. Honestly I would have been a wreck of John wasn't talking to me while I was writing it, but he was cheering me up so it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah today. So Alyssa come over in the morning like she used to. :) We ended up having to run halfway to school, but it's okay we made it on time. I worked on my foam rock sculpture thingy in first period, I kind of like how it's coming out. I didn't like homeroom at all, it was so awkward and full of tension. Everyone could feel it too. It's so odd that the tension between two people can be felt by others. Whatever. Moving on. Second period, I started to write my letter to John. :) But other than that it was lame, I don't understand math at all. I really need a tutor. Third period we had that college career day thing, just another day to remind me that I have no idea what I am doing with my life. I really need to start thinking about colleges and I should probably visit a few. Fourth, Lertzman was still out sick. I really hope she's okay, but I like the break from having to write 100 essays a week. -__- Fifth and sixth, Hesse was gone, nothing really important happened. After school, I talked to John a little bit and I went to work.It was really busy for like an hour and then it got really slow. Today went by so slowly. It was kind of annoying. So I got off at 7 and I called John and walked home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am laying in bed and talking to John. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'll post tomorrow, maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3533489851302894910?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3533489851302894910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3533489851302894910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3533489851302894910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3533489851302894910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-7631860569701928920</id><published>2009-03-18T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:45:46.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess,</title><content type='html'>that drugs do change people. I guess there's nothing more I can do. She's made her decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-7631860569701928920?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/7631860569701928920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=7631860569701928920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7631860569701928920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7631860569701928920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess.html' title='I guess,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3882208926160528165</id><published>2009-03-18T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:30:35.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>am sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3882208926160528165?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3882208926160528165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3882208926160528165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3882208926160528165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3882208926160528165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2818166902564717660</id><published>2009-03-17T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:30:02.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I hit The Ground..</title><content type='html'>Here you go, this is just for you. I promise I'll get better at keeping up with this thing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't quite know what to write about, but I'll figure it out. Today was intense and not in a good way. It hurts when you find out things and then get lied straight to the face from one of your closest friends. It sucks. Whatever there isn't much I can do about it. Julian is going to be no longer living with me in a few days, I can't decide if I am happy, relieved or sad about this. Whatever, she made the choices she made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today after I kinda broke down I called John when he didn't answer I called Gregory and went on a walk with him. John called me back and I talked to him until I got to Gregory. I don't know why but going on a walk with him makes me feel better. It's nice to know I actually do have some real friends. He has decided that he is my "big brother" So we walked for a few hours, it was a nice day for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being into photography you notice the beauty of nature. I wish I had my camera on the walk but I rushed out of the house because I was so upset, it was bad, I looked like hell. But yeah I wish I had had my camera, there was this tree in front of some house and the way it looked and the way the sun was hitting it, it was so beautiful. Beautiful, hmm I like that word. I also like that song. Listen to it. I am going to get the lyrics "You were born free" from that song tattooed on my body somewhere. John, just so you know, you make me smile. :) But okay yeah back to the song. I am going to get it, I am determined. That and I know I want the word Love on the inside of my left wrist, I know it's cliche but I've written it there for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this blog is becoming long. Whatever, it's just kind of pouring out of me. It's weird, I'm not usually good at writing about my feelings but I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of not being able to trust people. I am the kind of person that puts my trust in people and it's hard. It's painful I guess you could say. You put your trust in someone and hope they will tell you the truth and then they don't and you feel like shit. You feel like you are not worthy of the truth. That doesn't even make sense, now I am just writing. I don't know I guess if you understand it, you understand. If not, then yeah it's fine. I guess I just need to learn to not trust people so easily, but I have a feeling that that might be a little difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I have been listening to Mayday Parade and Mindless Self Indulgence non stop. Mayday Parade has seriously become one of my favorite bands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of music, the Ace Enders song "When I Hit the Ground" is pretty bomb, listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I think I am going to call it quits on this blog and end it up.I love how it doesn't flow at all. XD &lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2818166902564717660?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2818166902564717660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2818166902564717660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2818166902564717660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2818166902564717660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-hit-ground.html' title='When I hit The Ground..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2917637493275408551</id><published>2009-03-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:49:57.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you go..</title><content type='html'>I just wrote out a whole long blog. BUT I just erased it as well. BECAUSE I just decided that this blog is going to mainly consist of one thing because it is how I feel at the moment and it's how I have felt since a little after I got off work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone put that on my face earlier tonight and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsea, Chel, T-Cap, l.cush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2917637493275408551?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2917637493275408551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2917637493275408551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2917637493275408551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2917637493275408551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-you-go.html' title='Here you go..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-956180339543224658</id><published>2009-03-10T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:11:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh PS</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about tattoos again recently.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I will get it but I know I want "You Were Born Free" somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking across my chest, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, bye for realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH P.P.S - &lt;br /&gt;2 greatest websites created&lt;br /&gt;www.fmylife.com&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;www.fuckthatband.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check 'em out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-956180339543224658?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/956180339543224658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=956180339543224658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/956180339543224658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/956180339543224658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-ps.html' title='Oh PS'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2597073290315678364</id><published>2009-03-09T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:05:23.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking time out of,</title><content type='html'>writing a ridiculously terrible essay. I don't think I have ever expressed my hate for essays on here. So, here it goes. I FUCKING HATE WRITING ESSAYS! Okay done. But no really I do, they are so annoying and for someone who is not a strong writer, yeah..no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sick, going on what 2 weeks now I think. I have some virus thing. It sucks, it feels like I'm dying. At the moment I have this pressure in my head, it hurts. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is a meaningless blog, but all my blogs are meaningless and pointless, so whatever. The only reason I am writing this is because John was writing one and I was like "hmm, I haven't written one in a while, I'm going to also.." So yeah here it is. I am listening to the new Punk Goes Pop 2 album, I've only heard a few songs, but I have to agree with John, I'm a bit disappointed. So yeah, whatever, go get it I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was weird going back to school today after being gone a whole week. Today started off terrible. I had a breakdown this morning. I had gotten up after going to the hospital the night before with Perri and my mom after Perris lip got split open. But yeah I woke up, it was going fine, I was able to actually make a lunch, make some coffee, get ready, and I was getting ready to leave and as I open the door, go figure my luck the dog gets out. So I'm standing on my porch yelling for her, freaking out because I'm going to be late, all while still feeling sick. My mom sent Zach to come out and get her because I was walking to school but I didn't walk to school, well I started to then I wanted to get the dog. Well I witnessed for the second time now my dog almost get hit by a car, and thats when I started crying, and all while still feeling sick, and so I kinda bent over because I was going to throw up, I don't even know whose house I was in front of, but whatever. I didn't throw up, almost though. So Mimi started running the other way and turned towards the big street and I started to cry again, well I never really stopped but it just got worse. But Zach got her and I went home, Dad wrote me a note for being late and drove me to school. Went throughout the day, then had work. Left early because I felt like shit. Been home since. Doing homework, talking to John, listening to music, the usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wow this is lame.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2597073290315678364?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2597073290315678364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2597073290315678364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2597073290315678364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2597073290315678364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-time-out-of.html' title='Taking time out of,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8883850232976004420</id><published>2009-03-04T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:09:55.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my report card today</title><content type='html'>Only one bad grade.&lt;br /&gt;My GPA = 3.167.&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as I hoped, but still in the 3.0's&lt;br /&gt;Okay meaningless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8883850232976004420?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8883850232976004420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8883850232976004420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8883850232976004420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8883850232976004420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-my-report-card-today.html' title='I got my report card today'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3809479541409066471</id><published>2009-03-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:04:22.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update..</title><content type='html'>It is Tuesday night, I am sitting on my couch watching American Idol. I am pretty sick. It sucks so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Winter Formal. I liked getting dressed up and getting my hair and make-up done. But other than that, it was not that great of a night. Being around all the couples kinda got to me and put me in a bad mood. It's fine though. It got better I guess. My parents surprised me with Perri, I thought she was coming Saturday but she was really coming Friday. &lt;br /&gt;So my birthday party was Saturday, it was fine I guess. Everyone who said they were going to come, minus like 2-3 came, which was nice. I really wish I had invited John. I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was a pajama party, we all just kind of hung out, danced, ate food, played games, and watched Rocky Horror Picture Show. Then Sunday I spent all day being sick and writing an essay.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I sat at home sick and I did it today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably not going tomorrow either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah, just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3809479541409066471?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3809479541409066471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3809479541409066471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3809479541409066471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3809479541409066471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8168656707052018370</id><published>2009-02-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:01:56.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally,</title><content type='html'>handed my dad the last $500 for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I am out of debt to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is I only have $24.91 to my name.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm broke, but I will be working more often now, so I'll just save my next like 5 paychecks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll take a break from icanhascheezburger for like 10 minutes and  actually write a blog, seeing how I haven't done one in a while. &lt;br /&gt;So, life's been odd recently. Not necessarily a good odd either. I don't even know, lots of confusion. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was finals week, I did okay on some but not so great on others. -__- I think I bombed my math one so now I'm pretty sure I have a D in that class. (Shoot me) BUT I did get 100% on my science one, so that was good. &lt;br /&gt;I recently have been having a lot of fun at work. XD DAY SHIFTTTTTT. We have dance parties and everything. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is so random, it doesn't flow at all. I love it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't care how many times a dude tells me that guys are simple. Not true. Not true at all. &lt;br /&gt;I have to go to Wallgreens and get some tampons. Yeah I don't care, I'm putting that in here. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Keyjun's show tonight with LoveHateHero. I haven't been to a show since like October. D: And LHH, it's been too long. I will be selling merch for F2L. Should be fun, had a good time doing it last time.&lt;br /&gt;Going to see Diana, I miss her, haven't seen her since the Gerard Way signing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Josephinegirls, like no other. I haven't seen them since Florida. I was supposed to go to KC twice, didn't happen. Stupid economy.&lt;br /&gt;UGH economy, I HATE it. My Dad is jobless. -__- Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;MY mom might lose her benefits for her family. So that means the next time I hurt myself it won't be covered. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the economy sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been trying to cut down on the cussing. It's kind of hard, but I am trying. I'll do it, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in less than 2 weeks, I want to have a party, BUT I don't know if we have the money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking murder mystery maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is getting lame, well the whole thing is lame, so yeah. I'm done, back to lolcats. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 19 DAYS :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SY9kTwlYQZI/AAAAAAAAABI/2apin6FqZ2A/s1600-h/USAbilder+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SY9kTwlYQZI/AAAAAAAAABI/2apin6FqZ2A/s320/USAbilder+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300565577060336018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8168656707052018370?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8168656707052018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8168656707052018370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8168656707052018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8168656707052018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='Finally,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SY9kTwlYQZI/AAAAAAAAABI/2apin6FqZ2A/s72-c/USAbilder+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-331792695669912752</id><published>2009-01-08T23:49:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:50:15.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>that is my only question..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-331792695669912752?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/331792695669912752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=331792695669912752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/331792695669912752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/331792695669912752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2009/01/why_08.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-4992540077235628738</id><published>2008-12-24T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:46:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>I got a MacBook Pro. :D&lt;br /&gt;I owe my parents 1750$ now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;So worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-4992540077235628738?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/4992540077235628738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=4992540077235628738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4992540077235628738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4992540077235628738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3932783418669358783</id><published>2008-12-10T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:01:41.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>So it is now Wednesday night. I have been sick since Saturday, no good. Fever, cough, sore throat, runny/stuffy nose, headache, all bad. I didn't go to school Monday, I just stayed home and slept. Then I went Tuesday, felt like I was dying all day. And didn't go today, stayed home and slept. I have to go tomorrow. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my dad got me some cough drops and Vicks, I'm set. I got Diane to cover my shift tomorrow because I am NOT going to work in this condition. My next paycheck is seriously going to be like $10.&lt;br /&gt;And on top of this, all my emotional craziness going on in my brain is not helping. I am really confused and it's just not good. &lt;br /&gt;Stress = Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done doing this for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3932783418669358783?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3932783418669358783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3932783418669358783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3932783418669358783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3932783418669358783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5674395714249836092</id><published>2008-12-03T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:58:04.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessimistic</title><content type='html'>pes⋅si⋅mis⋅tic&lt;br /&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation [pes-uh-mis-tik] &lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;pertaining to or characterized by pessimism; gloomy: a pessimistic outlook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5674395714249836092?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5674395714249836092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5674395714249836092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5674395714249836092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5674395714249836092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/12/pessimistic.html' title='Pessimistic'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-588805820017529845</id><published>2008-11-30T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:42:46.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerard Way</title><content type='html'>aka. The Sweetest Man Alive.&lt;br /&gt;I met one of my Heroes and it happened with my best friend and my wifeee. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/STMIaRZdorI/AAAAAAAAABA/_JTgVf8UHbM/s1600-h/n542127794_1102611_8653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/STMIaRZdorI/AAAAAAAAABA/_JTgVf8UHbM/s320/n542127794_1102611_8653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274568836020806322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-588805820017529845?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/588805820017529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=588805820017529845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/588805820017529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/588805820017529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/11/gerard-way.html' title='Gerard Way'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/STMIaRZdorI/AAAAAAAAABA/_JTgVf8UHbM/s72-c/n542127794_1102611_8653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-7561696912127158172</id><published>2008-11-11T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:24:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School..</title><content type='html'>I am truly beginning to realize why they say these are the best and WORST years of your life. And also why they say you learn the most about yourself in them. &lt;br /&gt;These four wondrous years, it's true best and WORST, and I've only gone through 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;I have had the best times : Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late just talking with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Firepit parties.&lt;br /&gt;Walks.&lt;br /&gt;Concerts.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people.&lt;br /&gt;Having foreign exchange students.&lt;br /&gt;and so much more I can't even think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately the worst of times : Losing friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Not getting to go places.&lt;br /&gt;Getting hurt physically.&lt;br /&gt;Getting hurt emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;Having friends move away.&lt;br /&gt;Having foreign exchange students go back home.&lt;br /&gt;and so many more I can't and probably don't want to think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although it hurts to truly realize this, I suppose it is probably inevitable. It is obviously inevitable, because I am for sure not wanting to realize this.&lt;br /&gt;I guess as much as it hurts, things DO happen for a reason, and I am a believer in that, so I guess I just have to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SRqR9sulTtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HkuRGe4nzIY/s1600-h/small_81004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SRqR9sulTtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HkuRGe4nzIY/s320/small_81004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267683203327807186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will just have to remember that ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-7561696912127158172?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/7561696912127158172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=7561696912127158172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7561696912127158172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7561696912127158172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/11/high-school.html' title='High School..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SRqR9sulTtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HkuRGe4nzIY/s72-c/small_81004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8462931004180961198</id><published>2008-11-03T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:52:14.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwqGPMf5aAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwqGPMf5aAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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title='Genius'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-7771307008554405077</id><published>2008-10-21T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:25:49.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization..</title><content type='html'>is a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have so much self doubt built up inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;All this feeling that you will never accomplish something in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago my life changed for the better, and I think I am just now coming to that conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I am just now realizing how much a certain group of boys has changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;I get to do what I love, and I get to do it with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have created friendships for me and adventures I would have never been led on.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to truly express myself but I had this feeling I should a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am pretty happy with where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;And it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you don't know who this is about, you are pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SP7HT1JDXCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h2N49Hyxvag/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SP7HT1JDXCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h2N49Hyxvag/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259860558311808034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Realization..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SP7HT1JDXCI/AAAAAAAAAAw/h2N49Hyxvag/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2167865881887308720</id><published>2008-10-12T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:21:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distances,</title><content type='html'>make life complicated..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2167865881887308720?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2167865881887308720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2167865881887308720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2167865881887308720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2167865881887308720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/10/distances.html' title='Distances,'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1785949803322034595</id><published>2008-09-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:22:34.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scalpers..</title><content type='html'>as in ticket scalpers, you know those douchebags that go on the second a $20 ticket goes on sale, buys them all, and then turns around and sells them at $60 minimum. Yeah those ones. Hm, they need to all get lives and stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them, with a burning passion. No, not just a burning passion, a fiery burning passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us don't have $60+ to shell out on ONE ticket.&lt;br /&gt;GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and good bands need to stop choosing shitty days to play in LA (aka school nights)&lt;br /&gt;OH and good bands need to stop ignoring LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-1785949803322034595?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/1785949803322034595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=1785949803322034595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1785949803322034595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1785949803322034595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/09/scalpers.html' title='Scalpers..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-1016108411176670782</id><published>2008-09-24T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:55:52.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting that feeling again..</title><content type='html'>of being incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;of being confused.&lt;br /&gt;of being unstable.&lt;br /&gt;of being not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;of not being good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of just not knowing what the fuck to do with myself/my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-1016108411176670782?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/1016108411176670782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=1016108411176670782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1016108411176670782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/1016108411176670782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-getting-that-feeling-again.html' title='I&apos;m getting that feeling again..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2044224671168287312</id><published>2008-09-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:06:03.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of..</title><content type='html'>bullshit friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight made me realize who true friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2044224671168287312?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2044224671168287312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2044224671168287312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2044224671168287312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2044224671168287312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sick-of.html' title='I&apos;m sick of..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2074004541234691784</id><published>2008-09-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:48:06.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school..</title><content type='html'>was shit. absolute shit.&lt;br /&gt;my schedule was all fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;i got the ap teacher i didnt want.&lt;br /&gt;the school is fucking packed with little 9th graders.&lt;br /&gt;im ready for fucking summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2074004541234691784?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2074004541234691784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2074004541234691784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2074004541234691784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2074004541234691784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-4244577236653755682</id><published>2008-09-01T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:04:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Same Blood</title><content type='html'>So Alyssa has been staying with me for the past five days, WOO! Her parentals ditched her and went out of town. &lt;br /&gt;We have done many splendid things.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Keyjuns show, and then went to his house afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a scary movie, got paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like typing. But it was fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-4244577236653755682?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/4244577236653755682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=4244577236653755682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4244577236653755682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4244577236653755682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-same-blood.html' title='We Are The Same Blood'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-598503929756936522</id><published>2008-08-28T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:59:13.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's going to the party and they're having a good time.</title><content type='html'>Go listen to Never Shout Never. He is absolutely splendid. &lt;br /&gt;You should also check out : The Dear Hunter, Dr. Manhattan, and Josephine Collective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to blog, I haven't done it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really has gone on, oh wait except my trip. Haha. I'm going to make it short.&lt;br /&gt;I took a 35 hour train ride from Van Nuys to Seattle. Never again. Then we went and stayed at a hotel for a night. The next morning we went down to the dock to get on the ship. And yeah, we took a week long cruise to Alaska and Canada. We then took a week and a half to drive down the coast back home. I was sick the whole time. It sucked. And it rained most of the time, which I loved. Uhm then we came home. Yeah it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sarahs the 26th so I could see her. I actually got to see Talia before she left, so that was nice. We jumped around on a trampoline, danced, sang, made videos, took pictures, webcammed with Chris, made fun of Martin Swank, you know the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her license now, so she can come visit me! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm yeah, now I am sitting around, I have to go back to Huck Finn so I can write the essay. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get too caught up in beautiful, it's just a word"&lt;br /&gt;-Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-598503929756936522?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/598503929756936522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=598503929756936522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/598503929756936522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/598503929756936522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/08/everybodys-going-to-party-and-theyre.html' title='Everybody&apos;s going to the party and they&apos;re having a good time.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5142566404604899939</id><published>2008-08-28T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:38:34.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fuck..</title><content type='html'>Vicki Bosanko just sent me 20 pounds of JoCo promo posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcMoeHEiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x-GYbVG9km4/s1600-h/133223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcMoeHEiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x-GYbVG9km4/s320/133223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239670580885882882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole box is filled.&lt;br /&gt;Those are going to be a bitch to count out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5142566404604899939?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5142566404604899939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5142566404604899939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5142566404604899939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5142566404604899939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-fuck.html' title='Holy Fuck..'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcMoeHEiAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/x-GYbVG9km4/s72-c/133223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-638174094067676997</id><published>2008-07-24T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:43:06.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE</title><content type='html'>Okay so my dad took me to Diana's place Monday night at like 8. We surprisingly had a very good drive out to there (she lives in LA), usually there is a lot of traffic, but there wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;Diana had me read a story she wrote about LoveHateHero and National Product, it was VERY VERY entertaining! HAHA it makes me laugh just thinking about it. But anyways, that gave us the urge to write a story of our own, which I am not going to tell you about, but its pretty incredible. xD.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to bed at like 1:30 because Diana had summer school in the morning. We got up at 6 so we could both take showers and get ready. I went on a public bus for my first time, it's really not too bad, so we got to her school, and I met a bunch of her friends, they are all pretty bomb. &lt;br /&gt;So it was time for class and her teacher wouldn't let me just sit in the classroom, so I sat outside and listened to her iPod, it was only 2 hours so it wasn't bad. When school was out she wanted to show me around, so first we all (Diana, Rebecca, Julia, Tessa, and some other kid but i don't know his name) went to Jack In The Box, and then we went to 3rd Street Promenade  (Diana and I, the others left) and we walked around, we went into Forever 21 and Diana found a really cute shirt, and I found this really cute dress, but it looked weird on me so I didn't get it, then we headed back to go to her place to get ready for DANCE, but we stopped at CVS because I forgot makeup, and we were meeting up with Mike. So I got my makeup, and we went back to Diana's, we got ready and then we left for dance, I also took my first subway too, which also wasn't bad. We were walking around the 3 of us hooked together mike had his arm around our shoulders, and we had our arms around his waist, tbh we looked like he was our pimp xD. It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;So we got off the subway and we were going up the escalator, like that too, and a couple people wanted to get through, so Mike and I unhooked to let them through, and then this guy walks up and goes in between Mike and I and puts his arms around us, and was like whatsup, it was slightly awkward. &lt;br /&gt;So we get down to Hollywood and meet up with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcNke4GpRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/P7ghQwAbfHw/s1600-h/dance-369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcNke4GpRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/P7ghQwAbfHw/s320/dance-369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239671611883693330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got down to Arena and there was a line so we got in it. I swear I have never seen so many scene kids in one place. It's insane. Well we go inside and head straight for the photo booth, we took a group picture which is above, and then individual ones if we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcNuEd8SkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x8m1--RWlNk/s1600-h/dance-182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcNuEd8SkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/x8m1--RWlNk/s320/dance-182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239671776593332802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is freaking bomb. I love it. Diana's mom picked us up at 12:00 because Diana had summer school the next day. Tony and I stayed the night over there. They all left me in the morning and let me sleep. I stayed there and then my mom came and picked me up. It worked perfectly because Diana got home as I was going to leave so I got to give her the JoCo stickers I had forgotten at hom and got to say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-638174094067676997?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/638174094067676997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=638174094067676997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/638174094067676997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/638174094067676997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/dance.html' title='DANCE'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/SLcNke4GpRI/AAAAAAAAAAg/P7ghQwAbfHw/s72-c/dance-369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-4272317473364303967</id><published>2008-07-20T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:11:28.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>I just want to crawl in bed again and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up after getting home at 2.30.&lt;br /&gt;I went and saw batman again for the 3rd night in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's really taking its toll on me, i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I just want sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, go see The Dark Knight. It is absolutely splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath was incredible, and he deserves an award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-4272317473364303967?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/4272317473364303967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=4272317473364303967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4272317473364303967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/4272317473364303967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='Dark Knight'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5243279204618708516</id><published>2008-07-15T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:47:47.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand Dragons</title><content type='html'>So fuck video blogging, I think I am going to end up typing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we went to the beach. Chelsea H had slept over the night before so she came too. I haven't really had the chance to see her recently. But, wow, she has sure changed, and I'm not going to say for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the beach, I don't know what happened to me, but I now really don't like the beach. I used to go in the water, get in a bathing suit, have fun, jump in the waves, but now I sit under an umbrella and read, sometimes I will go and play with my cousins in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Aunt Deanna and my cousins, Max, Emma and, Benny came and met up with us, at our usual spot.&lt;br /&gt;I sat under an umbrella reading Glass and texting Noah all day. At one point I went and helped bury my cousins, brother and, Chelsea in the sand. But that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this group of people and they made a dragon out of sand, it was cool, until some little baby went and wrecked it, and the mother just let it. Then they went and re-did it but it was definitely not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the beach we went and got Taco Bell for dinner. Then we came home, and I sat on the computer, and finally decided to finish my Drivers Ed, and I passed. =]&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to sleep and slept like 11 hours. And now I am doing this. I have nothing planned today, except for work at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5243279204618708516?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5243279204618708516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5243279204618708516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5243279204618708516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5243279204618708516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/sand-dragons.html' title='Sand Dragons'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-3778801584526690538</id><published>2008-07-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:32:05.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know...</title><content type='html'>what to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mood i am in right now, i don't know, i cant explain.&lt;br /&gt;its like a mixture of :&lt;br /&gt;distraught&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;mad&lt;br /&gt;indifferent&lt;br /&gt;fearful&lt;br /&gt;confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on another note, Sarah and i kind of feel the same, we don't want to just be thought of as fans, which is slightly asking a lot i suppose, but its how we feel. to be honest, i feel bad feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;at one point the other day we felt like we were actually maybe being considered friends, with what was being said to us, it wouldn't be something that was told to a fan, so we felt we were being considered friends, i really do hope we were, we both do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-3778801584526690538?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/3778801584526690538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=3778801584526690538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3778801584526690538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/3778801584526690538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-5718821362647149355</id><published>2008-07-12T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:30:05.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warped Tourlando. (with swimmable air and JoCo</title><content type='html'>So Sarah and I after much determination and asking got to go to Florida. It was at best incredible and at worst incredibly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're insane, for real. Major lesson learned. Humidity is the worst thing ever, literally I appreciate my dry Cali air SO much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I have come to the conclusion that we need a break from this traveling business, we're sick of feeling like annoying little fangirls. We love JC, but we need to take a break and stop bothering them all over the country. Well Sarah more so than I, but it's okay, it was an executive decision.&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to set boundaries for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;(cough, NO MORE FLORIDA, cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to close at work the night we were leaving and I was so scared we wouldn't catch the flight because of it, we got to the flyaway at 11, and luckily got down to LAX in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left from LA at 1:20 a.m. to Minneapolis and then to Orlando. Then we went to The Art Studio of Lake Mary, FL because it is owned by the people we were staying with, who we have known since I was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my tickets were never sent, which was terrible, i slightly broke down the night before when I found out, because I was afraid we wouldn't get in. So we had to get to the venue at 6 a.m. and wait until 11 a.m. in the AWFUL (and I mean awful, I will never complain about LA again) heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way Florida has Cali beat with the hipsters and annoying fan girls. It's bad out there. There were these 2 girls who were so annoying, they kept bothering these poor little band dudes, asking for free cd's if they showed their tits to them...whores. So yeah we are standing there and we are waiting, HOPING they are going to sell tickets. And then who other than KEVIN LYMAN, Warped Tour founder, walk up. My mom told him about what had happened, how we got scammed, and he was quite upset by it, seeing how we paid double the actual price and extra for over nighting them 4 days before the show. He gave all 3 of us tickets and V.I.P. passes. Sarah and I cried a lot as we walked through the venue before doors even opened, tears of joy, but then became so pissed off at the fact that JC was playing FIRST, only 15 minutes after doors, not near enough time for people to get to their stage, which was of course the farthest one from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around with a flyer trying to get people to come watch their set, didn't really do much, everyone was going and waiting for Family Force 5. The guys played a good set, but you could tell they were not having fun. Family Force 5 played right over their set, if all my respect for them wasn't already gone from them being such dicks, that would have easily caused it. They were loud and annoying. No one was happy. Although it was really funny because at one point Dillon was like "I didn't know Mindless Self Indulgence was playing Warped Tour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sad, because practically no one was there to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, PROMOTE THAT BAND. They can't keep being a band if this shit keeps happening. They need the support of their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I would like to thank Damon Peter Baltuska for saving my life twice throughout the day, and Sarahs and my moms. Firstly he told us where the sprinklers were so we could cool down, which was majorly needed, and he gave me Advil. So yeah, he was my hero for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/warpedtourlando013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Sarah and I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to get a picture of Damons whole face while he is playing, so we have a new contest, which is to get a photo of Damon playing live where you can see his face. Whoever gets a picture of his face without hair in it wins a chance to go down in history, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to hang out with Matisyahu for a little bit, one of the sweetest dudes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got to see the BEST gang vocal performance we had ever seen, Say Anything, while playing, "what say you? and all your friends? stand up to my friends in the alley tonight", with Gabe Saporta, William Beckett, and others. But William is an absolute gentleman, and was trying to hook my mom up with his dad, but since shes married, my mom mentioned my aunt, it was funny, honestly sweetest dude ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty insane and sad that Sarah and I had to give JoCo promo to WARNER BROS. Backwards?, yeah I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Dillon gave Sarah and I taste of his incredible songwriting talent by composing a freestyle mime-game style song about warheads and warped tour and life and related things. That kid's got some important words in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the world could see this band the way we do, they'd stop looking at us like we're pathetic groupies, yes sad, but sometimes Sarah and I, mostly me, feel that way. =/, and see us as musical connoisseurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Collective, as a whole, has the potential to be the next big thing, but in this world, that takes more time and effort than many are willing and able to offer. But it can happen, they have the opportunity, it's a long ass road, in a tiny van, but the music needs to be heard (louder than the sounds of squawking record execs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the people that believe in this band, you best be game to fight for the things you believe in. Otherwise you will live a sad, shallow, and regret-filled existence, and all the radios will be playing music you hate, and your idols will become insurance salesmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have come to the conclusion that Sarah wants a kid because she wants someone to love her. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, basically, I am happy to be home to my air, but I definitely miss Warped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words of advice&lt;br /&gt;-WEAR SUNBLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't go to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;-Make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhmm. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, here are Sarah and my, video blogs throughout the trip, morphed into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBn2GnyoM_0"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fBn2GnyoM_0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-5718821362647149355?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/5718821362647149355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=5718821362647149355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5718821362647149355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/5718821362647149355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/warped-tourlando-with-swimmable-air-and.html' title='Warped Tourlando. (with swimmable air and JoCo'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-213519479115418122</id><published>2008-07-04T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:35:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates and Fireworks.</title><content type='html'>Okay so for Alyssas 17th birthday we went to the Pirates dinner and show thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was so amazingly fun, it's a lot like Medieval Times, only some people are chosen from the crowd and get to help, and go figure who were 3 lucky people getting to help, Alyssa, Samantha, and I.&lt;br /&gt;We were what was called the 'Treasure Hunters'. Towards the end they had competitions, and we had to participate. We had to get flags and raise them to our pirate guy. So when we finally got to doing it some bitch stole my flag and Alyssa's flag broke. We so got jipped. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Our pirate guy was bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went and bought some fireworks, since it is legal to get them out there.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and Alyssa slept over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was 4th of July, and we had a bunch of people over for swimming, I had to work the night shift so I ended up having to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Baskin Robbins is ridiculously busy on 4th of July, not at all what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went hope and we set off the small fireworks I had, and then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, overall it was fun. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-213519479115418122?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/213519479115418122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=213519479115418122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/213519479115418122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/213519479115418122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/pirates-and-fireworks.html' title='Pirates and Fireworks.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8553848843518779582</id><published>2008-07-02T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:16:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car wash and bubble bath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't feel like doing a video blog right now, because I don't want to film myself seeing how I look gross right now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will start with the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;So on the 28th I sat around bored to tears making these all day, after I got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="A922764" quality="high" data="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf?content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/anEUN2jNRiYtj1JpBX68ggZ0.xml pluginspage=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="369" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://llnw.jibjab.com/content/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="content_url=http://www.jibjab.com/sendables/api/remote/anEUN2jNRiYtj1JpBX68ggZ0.xml"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.jibjab.com/sendables%27"&gt;JibJab Sendables&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTUwMjExMjQ*OTUmcHQ9MTIxNTAyMTEyNjI5NiZwPTE5MTEzMSZkPSZuPSZnPTI=.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have no life. Then I got my dad to rent a few movies. He rented The Invisible (one of my favorite movies, if you haven't seen it, you should), Charlie Bartlett (another incredible movie), and 10,000 bc, which I hadn't seen. So we watched Charlie Bartlett that night and saved The Invisible and 10,000 bc for the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 29th, which was Sunday, Ryan was supposed to come over, but ended up not being able to, so I went to the mall with my mom. We were there for longer than we expected. I got 2 pairs of sandals from Sheik. And I had a giftcard for Victorias Secret, so we went there. I found a dress there that I absolutely loved, so I was able to pay half of it so my mom didn't have to pay a lot. Then we went to The Falafel Palace (my new favorite restaurant) and got food for my mom, my dad, and I to go. When my mom and I finally got home and we all ate dinner and watched the remaining 2 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30th, Monday, I had work again. :D. I like it at Baskin Robbins so much more than Subway. I was actually ssupposed to fly to Pheonix with Sarah to see JoCo, but I couldn't. So yeah Natalie drove me home after work, and ended up coming in because we had talked about how our rooms were, so I was showing her mine. We ended up talking for almost a half hour. She's bomb. So yeah I sat on my computer for a few hours while playing phone tag with Adyn, when I finally was able to get a hold of her to ask her if she wanted to come over and sleep over, Shelby was over and she had to wait til she left. So I walked up to Lindseys house to give her the Family Force 5 poster I got signed for her at Warped, and while we were standing outside her house Adyn drove by so I had to go home. Adyn and I sat on AIM talking to Alex for awhile sending each other links to videos on youtube. Then Sarah called me, and Dillon stole her phone to talk to me. It pretty much made my night. We then went to hang out with Justin and Lindsey, at like 11.15. We all walked to Earls Donuts, and then back to my house, and they stayed til about 1. Then we sat up til like 3 watching videos on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, which was the 1st, which was also yesterday, we woke up at like 12. We walked down to the bank, Subway, and Baskin Robbins, and then walked back home. When we got back to my place I asked my mom to take us to the mall, and she said no. So we went and got all the paint ready in my room to paint more crap on my walls, but we never got to it because we went out with my mom to wash her car. It was fun, my mom was an idiot and gave me the hose. xD. Basically Adyn and my mom were drenched in a matter of 5 minutes. Bad choice. I ended up turning the hose on myself because it was hot. When we were done, we sprayed my brother, and got into a towel whipping fight. After that Adyn and I went and put all the paint away. We then went to go take a bubble bath in my parents jacuzzi tub. It was fun we put WAY too much bubble bath soap stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we turned on the jets the bubbles would get bigger and bigger. We kept on having to turn off the jets load up with bubbles and bring them over to the shower to get them out of the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. We did that like 3 times, then we cleaned up and ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner she left, and I got on the computer, because our internet was finally fixed. I started talking to Sarah and got the picture of her and Dillon holding my sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/n504642244_1032803_3010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started talking to Martin on Facebook IM, about the show and how they were all making fun of me in a loving way. xD He completely and totally blamed it on Damon, it was funny. These were his exact words "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i swear! it was damon!". Haha. It made my night. Then he had to go becasue Damon had to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom and I watched the finale of A Shot At Love 2. Tila is an idiot, she SO should have chose Bo. But haha, Kristy denied her. Stupid idiot whore. Gah, whatever. So after that I went on webcam with Sarah so she could show me the new JoCo merch. It is beautiful. I had to be ghetto and use a Sing Star mic as my mic because the one built into my computer is broken. We finally went to bed at like 1.15. It was fun. So yeah I went to sleep and now it it the 2nd and I am doing this. I have work tonight, so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8553848843518779582?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8553848843518779582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8553848843518779582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8553848843518779582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8553848843518779582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/07/car-wash-and-bubble-bath.html' title='Car wash and bubble bath.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-8412706445494745026</id><published>2008-06-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:22:33.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mountain.</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have figured out how to make my videos louder, just use my camera. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/mmvlog.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion that the hottest guys are always at magic mountain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-8412706445494745026?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/8412706445494745026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=8412706445494745026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8412706445494745026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/8412706445494745026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic-mountain.html' title='Magic Mountain.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-2855618289277304713</id><published>2008-06-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:24:08.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.</title><content type='html'>Okay so basically I am going to start video blogging. I will alternate with regular blogging too, for short things.&lt;br /&gt;This video is kind of quiet, but I am going to try to figure out how to make it louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/fingerlessglovess/vlog1.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-2855618289277304713?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/2855618289277304713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=2855618289277304713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2855618289277304713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/2855618289277304713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day.html' title='First Day.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6787974839565974321.post-7744016481571064103</id><published>2008-03-26T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:01:33.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am actually going to blog hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot the email for my old blogger so here is my new one =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so, today I woke up and went to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow this blog is going to be lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6787974839565974321-7744016481571064103?l=chelseatc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/feeds/7744016481571064103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6787974839565974321&amp;postID=7744016481571064103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7744016481571064103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6787974839565974321/posts/default/7744016481571064103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseatc.blogspot.com/2008/03/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073350382309291055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_24XhxlwCSC0/THWT6oCITpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zrx-Bhj3oQ4/S220/Photo+1443.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
