Hey, everyone!
So, I have a very specific purpose for this "entry." (Ooh! I know! How shocking!) In fact, it's so specific, that I don't really need to write much.
See, I am nearing my twentieth birthday (less than two months). This means the end of my teen years! I'm not really nervous or excited or anything, but I want to do something kind of big-ish for the heck of it.
Now, this is where YOU come in!
Lately, I have been wanting to get a tattoo. I was wondering if you guys had any suggestions, tips, etc. for someone who is new to this whole thing. My mom and stepdad have tattoos, but I want to hear what others have to say about it, too.
Also, if you have any other ideas for a big-ish horrah kind of thing (THAT ARE COMPLETELY LEGAL!), I would love to hear them.
So... SPILL! What do you think?! (Or don't spill if you don't want to. Whatevs.)
Thanks for any input.
Chelsea :)
P.S. As of right now, I am thinking of getting a tattoo of a claddagh in the wrist-forearm area on my left. I think something like that is a piece of art I wouldn't regret down the line. There are just problelms with a claddagh, because, according to some research I have done and from what my mom has told me, the way it faces can represent your "relationship status," so I'm hesitant to get it on my left arm facing out (it could mean I'm engaged... and/or make me look like I know nothing about the symbol or its history). So, if you have any ideas regarding that, then awesome. If not, that's awesome, too.
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Thursday, August 19, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Good Saturday Night, Reader!
I hope you all have been enjoying your Independence Day weekend if you're from the United States. If you're not, well, I hope your weekend is going well.
Today was filled with working. My boss thought it was going to be a super busy day, but it was VERY slow for the majority of the time. Blech. That does mean, however, that I was able to get paid for doing little. WIN!
Anyways, tonight's theme is supposed to be my ex. Well, sorry to disappoint any juicy gossip seekers, but I don't have an ex-boyfriend, and I have never been in love. I HAVE had a few crushes in my day, though. Well, really, more than a few. I used to be quite "boy-crazy" when I was younger. -eye roll- So pathetic. I guess I could give you a sort of list starting from when I can remember. BUT I need to just give first initials, because most of these people have access to this because they're "friends" with me on Facebook, aaaaand some of them are slightly embarrassing. Haha.
1. 1st/2nd grade: Name started with a "T." He gave me a tiny apple eraser. I believe I still have it in an old photo album thing. To me, that tiny eraser meant a lot. I don't think I ever saw him again after that year.
2. 3rd grade: Name started with an "A." He was cute, smart, and played soccer. What more could I ask for? I think he went on to be one of the better soccer players at my school. Along with continuing to be rather good-looking.
3. (Short time in) 4th grade: "A" from 3rd grade and a new kid whose name started with a "C." I think "A" and "C" were possibly related somehow? Unless I totally made that up in my mind, which is never out of the question, because I made up a few stories for myself when I was younger. "C" also had the cute and smart thing going on, PLUS he wanted to play football. He went on to be one of the better football players in my class at my school (REALLY not saying much, though).
4. (Majority of) 4th grade and beginning part of 5th grade: His name started with a "G." He had the funny thing going on (seriously, this kid was hilarious) and the cool, spiked, frosted tip hair thing (YOU know what I'm talking about!). Plus, he and I were friends in 1st/2nd grade. We rode the bus together, I pushed him down the slide once (then I got put on The Wall*). We had great times. I ended up matching him up with one of my friends, though, because I thought they would be better together (this was 4th grade, people, keep that in mind). Gosh, I was awkward. We ended up not really talking again until my Junior year of high school, but even that wasn't talking. It was one conversation. In Chemistry. About squirrels vs. video games. Please, don't ask. I'm not sure what he's doing now. I know he's more hardc0re, so the spiked frosted hair thing is gone, but Facebook doesn't reveal any more than that little bit.
5. 5th grade until (good grief) 8th grade: His name started with an "R." Gosh, I really don't know why I liked this guy this long, but I did. I think it's due to the SERIOUS lack of good guys in G.B. He was one of the class clowns, and he continued to be so until, well, I'm sure he still is cracking the jokes at UofM. He was smart, funny, and did the sports thing, quite similar to some other guys from before. (I, obviously, had a type for a while.) I think he tried football for the school for a while, but ended up going with swimming. Maybe? I'm not sure. I didn't really keep up with him much after I lost interest. I do know that he became one of the more popular guys in my class, though.
6. 9th until 10th grade: His name started with a "T." Nope. Not the guy from 1st/2nd grade. I actually had the pleasure of working with this guy as a lab partner for the first semester of I.P.S. in 9th grade. To this day, if I saw him, I bet you anything the butterflies would return. He is quite the heartthrob. And I'm not afraid to admit it. He's tall, a swimmer, hilarious, smart, and played (or plays, I dunno) in a band. I'm not sure where he is now. I never requested to be friends with him on Facebook (I didn't get a Facebook until after 10th grade, and was, and still am, too scared to add him). But I think he ended up getting a scholarship of some sort for swimming somewhere. That was last I heard, at least, and that was in 11th grade? I'm sure he's doing well, though.
7. 11th until 12th grade: His name started with "B." He is actually the most difficult for me to talk about, and I kind of feel like shying away from this one more than all the others combined. Of all of the guys I liked, I think he was the only one who actually "liked" me back, so he was also the only one I was ever really close to being more than friends with. Actually, he's probably, in some ways, my first "REAL" crush. I mean, the other ones were the weird, creepy, awkward schoolgirl crushes of admiring from somewhat far away. He actually knew, though. Things never really worked out for us for various reasons. Half of it probably had to do something with the fact that he is the brother of one of my best friends. I know, I know. Kind of a big "NO" on that one. But there were other things, too. We still talk now and then, so we didn't totally cut the lines of communication when we realized a Relationship wasn't going to happen. As to what he is currently up to? Last time we talked, he was still in school in Ohio studying to go into massage therapy while working at Walmart. So, he's doing pretty well.
And that, Reader, is a list of all the more major crushes I can recall. I'm sorry to disappoint, once again.. Maybe one day something actually exciting will happen. -gasp- Believe me, it will be front page news of, well, my blog. Or my Twitter, of course!
I hope you have better luck than I have with your crushes/loves in the following time. And I hope you have a great night, 'cause I need to get to bed so I won't be a complete grouch for breakfast with my grandma tomorrow.
Chelsea
Today's Food: Work did not keep me from good food today! Hurray! I started off with eggs with cheese covered with ketchup (yes, I put ketchup on my eggs, shush), all on top of toast. I hate to toot my own horn, but I make pretty delicious eggs. I also had some of those peanut butter bar things again. Finally, my sisters were AWESOME and brought these up to work for me:
On the top is a completely vegetarian homemade pizza with feta cheese, squash, some other yummy...things. Oh my gosh, guys, it was AMAZING. And the perfect timing, too. I was hun-gry! Then, on the right, you see a cupcake. The frosting was the best part, as it should be. Nice and sugary. Yumm!
* The Wall was the place students were sent to if they misbehaved at all during recess. The level of embarrassment was through the roof if you were seen leaning on The Wall. You could be sent there for something as simple as running on the blacktop or woodchips (yes, those were against the school rules) or pushing someone down the slide, causing him/her to bump his/her head, even if it was definitely not supposed to be a mean push, but the playful push like before. Yeah, it's still eating me up a little after ten years.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
(Kinda) Day 5: Dreams
Hi, again, Reader.
I know, I know. It's been a rather long time since my last blog post. Especially because I had said I was going to try to post everyday. I fail at this whole committing to a project online thing. And, really, I thought no one was noticing my lack of posts but me, so I was just going to let it go until I was TRULY inspired and had more than enough time to write, but Mr. Spintown asked me about the absence of posts on my Formspring, which showed someone did notice, so that kind of ruined my thought on the whole thing. It's touching, though, knowing that someone actually realized I wasn't writing. So, thanks (I think?).
One of the reasons it took me forever to post was because Anne got out of school recently, so I've had even less time to myself, because she is QUITE the chatter. I've also had little time when I was actually able to think in a straight line of thought. Like always, my mind has been all over the place. I don't know why I was waiting for anything different to write. It's just how I am. -shrug-
Finally, I didn't know what to write for the topic about dreams.
At first glace, I thought about my nightmares, my day dreams, my normal dreams. That kind of stuff. But, really, I rarely remember few of those, and they're hardly worth a whole blog post about them.
Instead, I thought talking about my life's dreams would be more "interesting." Also bordering the city lines of Cornville, but I guess any readers of this blog have already heard me go on about my family and friends, so talking about my life's dreams isn't quite as bad. Still does make me shiver and roll my eyes a little bit, though, to be completely honest. I'll still give it a shot just to humor this slightly ridiculous topic.
Let's see. My Dreams.
1. I dream that I will travel to different countries. On the top of that list of countries to visit is Ireland. My ancestors came from there, so I think I should take a little trip there at least once in my life to see where I came from.
2. I dream that I will make some kind of difference. I really don't care if it's a difference for one person or a bunch of people, but I want to make a positive difference in the world. I want to help improve things. I don't know how I'm going to do that quite yet, but I am using this time in my life to gain the education necessary to do something.
3. I dream that I will finally figure out what I want to do with my life to make a living. Yeah. I think that speaks for itself.
4. I dream that I will find someone to spend my life with. Okay. Shush. I know this is kind of stupid and lame, but, hey, I'm just trying to be honest with y'all. I sometimes get slightly nervous that I won't be able to find anyone. But am I going to let it consume my thoughts like a hungry beast until I do finally find someone? Nah. I'm not looking for any kind of sympathy with this number. In fact, I want this to never be spoken of again, if you please. Hopefully, this just shows that I intend to be honest on this blog.
5. I dream that I will improve my musical skills. This, actually, is the dream I've had my whole life, and it's also probably the biggest one on my list. When I was younger, I wanted to be a "Singing Vet." No joke. I wanted to do both. At the same time. Sing the diagnosis of the animal's illness and put on a performance for the client. Eventually, however, the harsh realities of my lack of talent and squeamish stomach set in, so I realized such a career was not possible. I came to terms with this unfortunate truth and decided to just focus on the music part of that dream. True, the talent still lacked, and it still does, but I have been able to continue it successfully as a hobby. I want to keep the hobby and help my skills grow. I have become better at piano and guitar this past year, but I would like to add more instruments to my list, such as drums, bass, and violin. I want to learn more music theory. I want to learn how to actually write music. I want to learn how to record the music properly and work sound. Even though I will never be using any of this knowledge, I want to learn it, because it's just something I think is fun. I will remain realistic in knowing that it will not be my future or my money-maker, but I would like to dream that I can grow in this area of my life.
Aaaand that's basically all, I think. I try to remain realistic with my thoughts and future, so that's why they're not that far out there, but for me, they kind of are. But I think dreams are supposed to be at least a little bit out of reach, which is why you are forced to dream about them. I just happen to fear disappointment more than almost anything*, so I attempt to keep them as close to as in reach as possible.
I do hope that this gave you a little insight into my mind or life? Maybe? If not, that's cool. You (probably) know where to find me. Ask me questions then.
Chelsea.
P.S. Some exciting things happened recently or are going to happen, but I didn't want to write a whole blog about them separately and spam you guys. 1) I am FINALLY going to Ohio Monday until Wednesday to see Stephanie after not seeing her for over a year. I am beyond excited for this! 2) My older sister (Liz) is in town for a couple of days, and that is always loads of fun. 3) I had AMAZING Mexican food tonight, and I definitely ate way too much, but I made it worth the money, because Liz was awesome and ended up paying for me. Woot!
*Except maybe needles.
I know, I know. It's been a rather long time since my last blog post. Especially because I had said I was going to try to post everyday. I fail at this whole committing to a project online thing. And, really, I thought no one was noticing my lack of posts but me, so I was just going to let it go until I was TRULY inspired and had more than enough time to write, but Mr. Spintown asked me about the absence of posts on my Formspring, which showed someone did notice, so that kind of ruined my thought on the whole thing. It's touching, though, knowing that someone actually realized I wasn't writing. So, thanks (I think?).
One of the reasons it took me forever to post was because Anne got out of school recently, so I've had even less time to myself, because she is QUITE the chatter. I've also had little time when I was actually able to think in a straight line of thought. Like always, my mind has been all over the place. I don't know why I was waiting for anything different to write. It's just how I am. -shrug-
Finally, I didn't know what to write for the topic about dreams.
At first glace, I thought about my nightmares, my day dreams, my normal dreams. That kind of stuff. But, really, I rarely remember few of those, and they're hardly worth a whole blog post about them.
Instead, I thought talking about my life's dreams would be more "interesting." Also bordering the city lines of Cornville, but I guess any readers of this blog have already heard me go on about my family and friends, so talking about my life's dreams isn't quite as bad. Still does make me shiver and roll my eyes a little bit, though, to be completely honest. I'll still give it a shot just to humor this slightly ridiculous topic.
Let's see. My Dreams.
1. I dream that I will travel to different countries. On the top of that list of countries to visit is Ireland. My ancestors came from there, so I think I should take a little trip there at least once in my life to see where I came from.
2. I dream that I will make some kind of difference. I really don't care if it's a difference for one person or a bunch of people, but I want to make a positive difference in the world. I want to help improve things. I don't know how I'm going to do that quite yet, but I am using this time in my life to gain the education necessary to do something.
3. I dream that I will finally figure out what I want to do with my life to make a living. Yeah. I think that speaks for itself.
4. I dream that I will find someone to spend my life with. Okay. Shush. I know this is kind of stupid and lame, but, hey, I'm just trying to be honest with y'all. I sometimes get slightly nervous that I won't be able to find anyone. But am I going to let it consume my thoughts like a hungry beast until I do finally find someone? Nah. I'm not looking for any kind of sympathy with this number. In fact, I want this to never be spoken of again, if you please. Hopefully, this just shows that I intend to be honest on this blog.
5. I dream that I will improve my musical skills. This, actually, is the dream I've had my whole life, and it's also probably the biggest one on my list. When I was younger, I wanted to be a "Singing Vet." No joke. I wanted to do both. At the same time. Sing the diagnosis of the animal's illness and put on a performance for the client. Eventually, however, the harsh realities of my lack of talent and squeamish stomach set in, so I realized such a career was not possible. I came to terms with this unfortunate truth and decided to just focus on the music part of that dream. True, the talent still lacked, and it still does, but I have been able to continue it successfully as a hobby. I want to keep the hobby and help my skills grow. I have become better at piano and guitar this past year, but I would like to add more instruments to my list, such as drums, bass, and violin. I want to learn more music theory. I want to learn how to actually write music. I want to learn how to record the music properly and work sound. Even though I will never be using any of this knowledge, I want to learn it, because it's just something I think is fun. I will remain realistic in knowing that it will not be my future or my money-maker, but I would like to dream that I can grow in this area of my life.
Aaaand that's basically all, I think. I try to remain realistic with my thoughts and future, so that's why they're not that far out there, but for me, they kind of are. But I think dreams are supposed to be at least a little bit out of reach, which is why you are forced to dream about them. I just happen to fear disappointment more than almost anything*, so I attempt to keep them as close to as in reach as possible.
I do hope that this gave you a little insight into my mind or life? Maybe? If not, that's cool. You (probably) know where to find me. Ask me questions then.
Chelsea.
P.S. Some exciting things happened recently or are going to happen, but I didn't want to write a whole blog about them separately and spam you guys. 1) I am FINALLY going to Ohio Monday until Wednesday to see Stephanie after not seeing her for over a year. I am beyond excited for this! 2) My older sister (Liz) is in town for a couple of days, and that is always loads of fun. 3) I had AMAZING Mexican food tonight, and I definitely ate way too much, but I made it worth the money, because Liz was awesome and ended up paying for me. Woot!
*Except maybe needles.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Day 3: Parents
When I saw what the theme of tonight's blog was supposed to be, I kind of chuckled, because I was thinking about postponing tonight's topic to talk about my parents in honor of Father's Day. This could not have worked out any better! :)
Of course, for this entry, I will not just be talking about my dads because of the holiday. I will also be talking about my mom, because she deserves just as much recognition and admiration as my dads.
My mom, Kelly, is one of the hardest working and strongest people I know. She works ten hours a day at an insanely difficult job that is made for someone who is probably my age in a General Motors truck plant building the BIG trucks (like semis). Despite the obvious hardships of the job, my mom does not quit, because she knows that there are others depending on her. This shows a strength in her mind, body, and heart. Her strength was also apparent when Anne* and I were younger and she tried to be as involved as she could while working crazy hours. Being, as Anne's wide-eyed friend from preschool put it so very well, "the biggest mommy I have ever seen**," she was always recognizable. Her "big-ness" wasn't the only recognizable trait, though. She also enjoyed sharing her karaoke machine with the school and would bring it in when requested, showing her support for music, children, and, of course, performances those children would hide from behind a curtain if they were forced to watch them now due to the level of embarrassment. By doing this, I learned the importance of sharing what you can with anyone. I also learned that a karaoke machine can make any young child appear to be cool for at least that day, even if she's the awkward, shy one.
Married to my mom is Rick, my 5'11", motorcylce riding, tattooed step dad of nine years. Despite the fact that he has many of the characteristics of a stereotypical "scary guy" (mostly if the motorcyle is at foot), he is one of the kindest, most fun people I know. In fact, one of the major things he brings to our family is fun, which helps us with "bonding" and staying together. Because of him, we have had the opportunity to travel to different states and even Canada. Along with the fun, Rick brings some awesome stories that not only entertain, but teach lessons. Lessons such as don't leave snakes in your garage with an open top, because they will get out all over, entangle themselves into lawn chairs, and freak out your mother. Or be careful when in a mosh pit, because a strong 5'11" man trying to protect the women he is with can push you, and you can fly across the audience. Important lessons like those. Basically, Rick has made my life more interesting, I guess. I really don't want to think about what life would have been like if he and my mom hadn't gotten married, because I like having him here. ***
Finally, there is Tom, my dad since, well, birth. I can thank (or possibly blame :P) my dad for almost all of who I am. We have very similar personalities (kind of quiet at times, but we can be out going if the time calls for it, or we can at least take some kind of charge). We both do the corny joke thing (I believe him to be the king of such jokes). We both lack the strength in Math and Science (he also took Astronomy and Psychology in college to get out of the other more hardcore science classes for Gen. Ed. requirements), but we do well in English and History (though he is far better at both than I am). My dad is also one of the most intelligent and driven people I know. He graduated from U of M- Ann Arbor (big deal 'round these parts). He ended up going into sales for years, until he decided to go back to school to get his teaching degree. He managed to do this while still caring for Anne and me (with some help from my mom and aunts). I don't think I thought too much about this when it was going on, but looking back, I can say that I know it must have taken a lot of guts to be one of the older people there, learning new teaching styles and technology, while having to keep two (sometimes bickering) daughters quiet. Along with this, my dad is one of the few people who can really make me think during a discussion, and I love that. His mind just amazes sometimes, especially with his understanding and love of literature.
Although my parents all have different strengths and all gave me something different in my life, there are a couple of things they have all done for me. One thing they have all done is influenced my taste in music. When I was little, my mom would always have musicians like Carole King, Al Green, and Elton John playing. Similarly, my dad would often play The Beatles, James Taylor, and Van Morrison. Having these two adults play this kind of music around me almost constantly made me fall in love with not only their music, but music in general. To this day, these are some of my favorite artists to listen to. Heck, Carole King is my favorite songwriter and The Beatles are my favorite band. Although Rick was not present for the first few years of my life, he has been introducing me to new music with a different twist. An example is Liz Phair (her old stuff, not the newer, poppier crap). I had not known of her older albums, and I like how interesting it is.
One of the major things they all share, though, is their non-stop support. From the beginning, they have all supported me, no matter how crazy or pointless it seemed. The most notable support was for my interest in music. It mostly started in sixth grade. First, it was choir, which required money for the extra curricular outfits. Then, it was the guitar I decided I wanted to pick up, also in sixth grade. It was always obvious that music wasn't my absolute calling, because I was never amazing at any of it. But I enjoyed it so much that they continued to dish out the money. Even after the first set of guitar lessons had to end because the instructor left, we found another, who cost even more, but they still paid for it. Then it was the voice lessons (two different teachers for that, too). Of course, the choir involvement went on until I graduated from high school (seven years) and included many extra activities such as Solo & Ensemble, Honors Choir, and even a fine arts camp. Having their support for this area of my life probably impacted me the most for more reasons than I could count or begin to explain.
I was incredibly lucky to be born to the parents I have. Without the strength, love, guts, fun, humor, and intelligence they all show, I do not know how my life would have been, but I love this life and this family.
Mom, Dad, and Rick, if you happen to read this, I love you and want to thank you for everything you have given me. I could not have asked for more from you.
And to any other readers, it's okay that you're jealous. I would be, too. :)
Chelsea
*Anne is my younger sister. She is four years younger than I am.
** My mom is actually not "big." She stands at 5'10" and is in good shape. I just thought I should clear that up. :)
***He also brought me Taco Bell at work today. I don't know what that really has to do with him as a whole or how he has impacted my life, but I just thought it was really cool. And delicious. And I felt like it was worthy of sharing, because, well, it's Taco Bell. :D
Of course, for this entry, I will not just be talking about my dads because of the holiday. I will also be talking about my mom, because she deserves just as much recognition and admiration as my dads.
My mom, Kelly, is one of the hardest working and strongest people I know. She works ten hours a day at an insanely difficult job that is made for someone who is probably my age in a General Motors truck plant building the BIG trucks (like semis). Despite the obvious hardships of the job, my mom does not quit, because she knows that there are others depending on her. This shows a strength in her mind, body, and heart. Her strength was also apparent when Anne* and I were younger and she tried to be as involved as she could while working crazy hours. Being, as Anne's wide-eyed friend from preschool put it so very well, "the biggest mommy I have ever seen**," she was always recognizable. Her "big-ness" wasn't the only recognizable trait, though. She also enjoyed sharing her karaoke machine with the school and would bring it in when requested, showing her support for music, children, and, of course, performances those children would hide from behind a curtain if they were forced to watch them now due to the level of embarrassment. By doing this, I learned the importance of sharing what you can with anyone. I also learned that a karaoke machine can make any young child appear to be cool for at least that day, even if she's the awkward, shy one.
Married to my mom is Rick, my 5'11", motorcylce riding, tattooed step dad of nine years. Despite the fact that he has many of the characteristics of a stereotypical "scary guy" (mostly if the motorcyle is at foot), he is one of the kindest, most fun people I know. In fact, one of the major things he brings to our family is fun, which helps us with "bonding" and staying together. Because of him, we have had the opportunity to travel to different states and even Canada. Along with the fun, Rick brings some awesome stories that not only entertain, but teach lessons. Lessons such as don't leave snakes in your garage with an open top, because they will get out all over, entangle themselves into lawn chairs, and freak out your mother. Or be careful when in a mosh pit, because a strong 5'11" man trying to protect the women he is with can push you, and you can fly across the audience. Important lessons like those. Basically, Rick has made my life more interesting, I guess. I really don't want to think about what life would have been like if he and my mom hadn't gotten married, because I like having him here. ***
Finally, there is Tom, my dad since, well, birth. I can thank (or possibly blame :P) my dad for almost all of who I am. We have very similar personalities (kind of quiet at times, but we can be out going if the time calls for it, or we can at least take some kind of charge). We both do the corny joke thing (I believe him to be the king of such jokes). We both lack the strength in Math and Science (he also took Astronomy and Psychology in college to get out of the other more hardcore science classes for Gen. Ed. requirements), but we do well in English and History (though he is far better at both than I am). My dad is also one of the most intelligent and driven people I know. He graduated from U of M- Ann Arbor (big deal 'round these parts). He ended up going into sales for years, until he decided to go back to school to get his teaching degree. He managed to do this while still caring for Anne and me (with some help from my mom and aunts). I don't think I thought too much about this when it was going on, but looking back, I can say that I know it must have taken a lot of guts to be one of the older people there, learning new teaching styles and technology, while having to keep two (sometimes bickering) daughters quiet. Along with this, my dad is one of the few people who can really make me think during a discussion, and I love that. His mind just amazes sometimes, especially with his understanding and love of literature.
Although my parents all have different strengths and all gave me something different in my life, there are a couple of things they have all done for me. One thing they have all done is influenced my taste in music. When I was little, my mom would always have musicians like Carole King, Al Green, and Elton John playing. Similarly, my dad would often play The Beatles, James Taylor, and Van Morrison. Having these two adults play this kind of music around me almost constantly made me fall in love with not only their music, but music in general. To this day, these are some of my favorite artists to listen to. Heck, Carole King is my favorite songwriter and The Beatles are my favorite band. Although Rick was not present for the first few years of my life, he has been introducing me to new music with a different twist. An example is Liz Phair (her old stuff, not the newer, poppier crap). I had not known of her older albums, and I like how interesting it is.
One of the major things they all share, though, is their non-stop support. From the beginning, they have all supported me, no matter how crazy or pointless it seemed. The most notable support was for my interest in music. It mostly started in sixth grade. First, it was choir, which required money for the extra curricular outfits. Then, it was the guitar I decided I wanted to pick up, also in sixth grade. It was always obvious that music wasn't my absolute calling, because I was never amazing at any of it. But I enjoyed it so much that they continued to dish out the money. Even after the first set of guitar lessons had to end because the instructor left, we found another, who cost even more, but they still paid for it. Then it was the voice lessons (two different teachers for that, too). Of course, the choir involvement went on until I graduated from high school (seven years) and included many extra activities such as Solo & Ensemble, Honors Choir, and even a fine arts camp. Having their support for this area of my life probably impacted me the most for more reasons than I could count or begin to explain.
I was incredibly lucky to be born to the parents I have. Without the strength, love, guts, fun, humor, and intelligence they all show, I do not know how my life would have been, but I love this life and this family.
Mom, Dad, and Rick, if you happen to read this, I love you and want to thank you for everything you have given me. I could not have asked for more from you.
And to any other readers, it's okay that you're jealous. I would be, too. :)
Chelsea
*Anne is my younger sister. She is four years younger than I am.
** My mom is actually not "big." She stands at 5'10" and is in good shape. I just thought I should clear that up. :)
***He also brought me Taco Bell at work today. I don't know what that really has to do with him as a whole or how he has impacted my life, but I just thought it was really cool. And delicious. And I felt like it was worthy of sharing, because, well, it's Taco Bell. :D
Thursday, June 17, 2010
New Blog Project!
So, as you may or may not remember from last night's post, I had not really chosen a direction for this blog yet. And, really, I still haven't, but I came across this randomly tonight through a series of links, and I think it's a wonderful idea! So, I am going to give it a shot. For the next thirty days, I will be posting blogs based on the subject for that day. Some days will be more difficult than others, but I think it's something I should try, because it will get me writing, which will, hopefully, make me a better blogger.
-shrug- We'll see.
Here is the list for the thirty days:
30 days of letters.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite Internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
So. Yeeupp.
I was going to try to start tonight, but I'm really not in the best of moods, so my guess is writing a letter to my best friend(s) is not the best idea tonight. Haha. I will start this little project tomorrow night.
I will write to you later, Ahhh-mazing Reader. :)
Chelsea
P.S. I might still throw some of my "rants" in some of these blogs after the letters, because I won't have much to really say on some of the days. This whole thing is still in its beginning stages of trying to figure out what it's all about. Just hang in there with me, please.
-shrug- We'll see.
Here is the list for the thirty days:
30 days of letters.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite Internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
So. Yeeupp.
I was going to try to start tonight, but I'm really not in the best of moods, so my guess is writing a letter to my best friend(s) is not the best idea tonight. Haha. I will start this little project tomorrow night.
I will write to you later, Ahhh-mazing Reader. :)
Chelsea
P.S. I might still throw some of my "rants" in some of these blogs after the letters, because I won't have much to really say on some of the days. This whole thing is still in its beginning stages of trying to figure out what it's all about. Just hang in there with me, please.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Introduction-ish?
This is going to be a sort of introduction entry.
I know that was an uberly lame introduction, and all my teachers would have marked this with an automatic "F" just for saying that, but at least any reader of this "blog" won't be disappointed if any lame-ness follows.
So, you see? I sort of had a plan.
Now that you have a taste of what kind of writing style you might be able to expect, I guess you might also like to know what you could expect on this page. I should probably know, too. But I don't really. Sure, I have a few ideas written out, but they're more things that I just want to rant about than anything that might actually be interesting to anyone. I live a rather dull life, in all honesty, which you also know if you follow me on Twitter or know me at all. My job gives me more than enough time to think, though, so ideas about things that annoy me come to mind frequently. I guess you could be expecting some rants, then. I might throw in a few personal things here and there. Who really knows?
Finally, a few things about me for those of you who don't know me but some how managed to find this blog-like thing. My name is Chelsea, and I am nineteen. I just finished my first year at college, but I still have no idea what it is I want to do. I keep searching for something that I will enjoy, but will also be able to help others. I love music. I am awkward (which you might quickly learn just from my writing). I enjoy learning new things. Holding a conversation that challenges me and makes me think about things differently is a blast for me (50 bonus points if you can make me sweat from not being able to answer or for making me change my mind completely). Corny things can annoy me, but I cannot keep back an "Awww!" when I see a cute animal. Oh. I am a vegetarian. Finally, I don't talk a ton, but when I do, sometimes it's difficult to make me shut up... As you might be able to see from this.
And that is all. I think. I know it may seem not so great, and it might never get up to greatness level, but practice and criticism are the only ways to get good at anything. Right?
Anyways, I'm off for now. Thank you for reading this, and I hope you have a great day, evening, or night, Suh-weet Reader.
XOXO,
Gossip Chelsea
Wait... That's not right.
...
Simply Chelsea
(I'll work on that ending.)
I know that was an uberly lame introduction, and all my teachers would have marked this with an automatic "F" just for saying that, but at least any reader of this "blog" won't be disappointed if any lame-ness follows.
So, you see? I sort of had a plan.
Now that you have a taste of what kind of writing style you might be able to expect, I guess you might also like to know what you could expect on this page. I should probably know, too. But I don't really. Sure, I have a few ideas written out, but they're more things that I just want to rant about than anything that might actually be interesting to anyone. I live a rather dull life, in all honesty, which you also know if you follow me on Twitter or know me at all. My job gives me more than enough time to think, though, so ideas about things that annoy me come to mind frequently. I guess you could be expecting some rants, then. I might throw in a few personal things here and there. Who really knows?
Finally, a few things about me for those of you who don't know me but some how managed to find this blog-like thing. My name is Chelsea, and I am nineteen. I just finished my first year at college, but I still have no idea what it is I want to do. I keep searching for something that I will enjoy, but will also be able to help others. I love music. I am awkward (which you might quickly learn just from my writing). I enjoy learning new things. Holding a conversation that challenges me and makes me think about things differently is a blast for me (50 bonus points if you can make me sweat from not being able to answer or for making me change my mind completely). Corny things can annoy me, but I cannot keep back an "Awww!" when I see a cute animal. Oh. I am a vegetarian. Finally, I don't talk a ton, but when I do, sometimes it's difficult to make me shut up... As you might be able to see from this.
And that is all. I think. I know it may seem not so great, and it might never get up to greatness level, but practice and criticism are the only ways to get good at anything. Right?
Anyways, I'm off for now. Thank you for reading this, and I hope you have a great day, evening, or night, Suh-weet Reader.
XOXO,
Gossip Chelsea
Wait... That's not right.
...
Simply Chelsea
(I'll work on that ending.)
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