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Sep. 16th, 2009

Guess Who? Chelsea, that's Who! (Writer's Block: Pecking Order)

Are you an oldest, youngest, middle, or only child? How do you think it has influenced your personality?
One of my friends texted me a while ago and said "I'm so tired of being alone..."

Too bad she picked the only child to whine to.

I don't know how to act around people. I come home from school every day and I'm usually the only one home. I'm constantly alone and I'm used to having things that way... so it's hard for me to make friends because it's so weird for me to have all these people around.

I'm kind of a pushover too. I'll do what other people want to rather than pick what we should do myself. I'll lend out clothes to my friends when I really don't want to. I'll buy food for friends, and I'll pretend I have an opinion that I really don't just to agree with everyone. I don't want to stick out -- I just want to blend in. To belong with someone.

And in some ways, that's good. I mean, I didn't start high school with my older sibling's reputation in front of me; I got to start something by myself. But at the same time... I don't think I look at relationships the way that other people do. I can't really grasp concrete relationships -- are these really the people that I'll still talk to in ten years? Everything is temporary to me besides my parents. I'm totally prepared for a future alone, without anyone, and that kind of bums me out when I think about it.

Aug. 15th, 2009

Chels again!

I AM SO PISSED OFF.

Why? Because Maisie has a bacteria infection that would have been CLEARED by now if everyone had just STUCK TO THE PROGRAM like I thought we all were.

Bacteria likes moisture. Practically everyone knows that. So when your dog has a bacteria infection on her paw, you HAVE to keep it dry no matter how much of a pain in the ass it may be. That means when you let the dog outside in the morning or at night when the grass is wet, TAKE THIRTY SECONDS AND WRAP A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG AROUND HER FOOT. IT IS NOT THAT DAMN HARD.

I slept on the FLOOR to keep this from happening. I didn't realize that I was the only one who was honestly concerned.

Apparently my mom tried to put a bag around her foot one morning and my dad said no, don't do that, the antibiotic is enough.

GIVING THE DOG AN ANTIBIOTIC AND THEN LETTING HER TRUDGE AROUND IN THE MUD OUTSIDE IS KIND OF LIKE TAKING A DIET PILL AND THEN EATING AN ENTIRE CHOCOLATE CAKE BY YOURSELF. YOU DON'T DO IT. THERE IS NO MIRACLE PILL.

Dad was pissy about the dry paw rule from the beginning, but I can't believe he would willingly risk that. HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY. IF SOMETHING IS GOING TO BE INCONVENIENT FOR HIM, HE GIVES UP ON IT WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES..

Maisie doesn't deserve to be the victim of a HALF-ASSED JOB.

She sits at my window and whines because we can't go on walks until she heals. And that kills me, because if dad doesn't GROW UP, Maisie won't be healing anytime soon.

THERE IS BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOOR BECAUSE OF WHAT HE SAID.

I've calmed down since last night, when I figured all of this out. I was shaking... I felt like crying because I was so frustrated.

I mean, not putting a plastic bag on her foot before she goes out because you're just LAZY is one thing, but WATCHING SOMEONE PUT ONE ON HER FOOT AND THEN ANGRILY TELLING THEM TO TAKE IT BACK OFF AGAIN IS BULLSHIT.

WE CANNOT ALWAYS DO THINGS THE WAY HE WANTS TO DO THEM.

MAYBE WE SHOULD ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THE PROFESSIONAL VETERINARIAN INSTEAD OF BLOWING THINGS OFF BECAUSE THEY'RE "RIDICULOUS" OR "IMPOSSIBLE."

And all of this is coming from a guy who watches Animal Cops and says that he can't believe how cruel people are to their pets.

Oh my god. I can't believe him sometimes.

And the sad part is that he doesn't even know that I'm mad at him.

Jul. 2nd, 2009

(Chels) Writer's Block: Prying Eyes

Have you ever read someone's private writings (journal, diary, email, letters, etc.) without their permission?
Sort of.

I mean, I've asked one of my friends if I could read her journal once, and she said yes. But only one part of it. I can honestly say that I didn't mean to flip to the part that she DIDN'T want me seeing... but I did. And I couldn't turn the page, because the word "BITCH" had been practically carved in with her pencil in the hugest letters I'd ever seen.

And she was talking about me.

We'd been in a fight of some kind, I guess. I didn't blame her -- we were pretty mad at each other -- but it had been months since she'd written that, and it was hard to get back to regular conversation after I'd read it. I found that even though her anger had been temporary and had passed over, my feelings had been hurt all over again. =/

Journals kind of suck.

Jun. 15th, 2009

The 'B' part of the BC show. =P

Alright, I just feel like I need to say this, and I don't really know how to say it, so I'm just gonna dive right into it.

Chelsea, in my birthday present you wrote that you were "a boring Mary-Sue" and I really actually started thinking about that today... and there are so many different aspects and angles that make up who you are. You're a far cry from being a boring Mary-Sue.

Like, you're so brave. You may not see it, but I sure do, especially in recent years. You're just so willing to get yourself out there, even if you moan about it on the way. I mean, you've branched out so much. I'd never be able to ask a guy to a dance unless I was sure he liked me because I'm so scared of being rejected. How many people have you asked? David, ZB, that guy Nate. You just did it with total ease, and you're not scared to be yourself. I'm always defensive because I feel like I have to defend who I am, but you're just you. It's so simple, so elegant. You're you, and you don't give a crap who likes it or doesn't. If somebody feels something's wrong with you, you don't change it! You just stay the exact same because you liked yourself the way you are now. I'd never be able to do that. I'd alter myself because I want people to like me.

And you're so caring all the time. I mean, sometimes it's in abstract ways, but even when you claim you don't know what to say in an awkward, sad, or bad situation, you do. You give me the best advice I can apply to all walks of life and not just some stupid little high school issue. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you =P

Then you're so incredibly intelligent. I wouldn't have been able to keep up with all those A.P. classes, and you're more knowledgeable about life issues than anyone could ever think you are. I mean, you're 17, you're not supposed to know about a whole lot besides accessories and hair styles, right? You'd give someone a rude awakening, that's for sure. You're so prepared for the world, even when you don't think so. You've got everything down to pat, and you'll be able to take care of yourself no matter what. I'm absolutely sure of it.

You have so much opportunity just looming around you all the time. You could pick whatever career field you wanted and excel in it with flying colors. Even if you knew nothing about it at first, you'd learn so quick it'd make everyone else's head spin, then you'd beat them at their own games. You'd do it with a smile and a compliment for their efforts, but man you'd beat them good. xD And I so envy that! You may not know what you want to do with your life, or what you were "born to do" like some other kids claim, but you'll find out soon enough and then you'll rock it.

There's so much more I want to say, but I don't even know how to word it. I guess I'll just keep adding onto this as time goes by. So, keep an eye out for new things and just... whenever you feel down, I hope this makes you smile and get back up on your feet =]

Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Jun. 11th, 2009

Chels again.

So I'm looking through quotes, and I realized that as silly as That 70's Show is, it actually slipped something good in there.

Opportunity does not knock, then knock again,
and then leave a note saying, "Sorry I missed you."

Kitty Forman: All families are embarrassing. If they aren't embarrassing they're dead.

And that you can learn a lot of things from Kelso...

Look, Jackie, I don't really know how to say this but... I don't want your stupid stuffed animals in my van.
[Jackie gasps and exits]
No, wait, Jackie! I didn't say *you're* stupid. Just all the stuff you like!

Kelso: Hi, I'd like an order of books, please.
Brooke: Could you be more specific?
Kelso: Could you be more beautiful?
Brooke: Could you be more lame?
Kelso: Yes.

But everyone still loves him anyways...

Donna: Kelso, I'm gonna miss you trying to grab my boob... it makes me feel pretty. God, I'm sad.

That Hyde and Jackie have the weirdest relationship EVER...

[Steven hits Jackie's new boyfriend because he calls her a bitch]
Jackie Burkhardt: Steven, what happened?
Steven Hyde: What? Nothing... just... somebody and then... the guy said 'bitch' and there's nothing.
Jackie Burkhardt: Oh, my God. He called me a bitch and you hit him. And that's what happened, isn't it?
Steven Hyde: ...No?
Jackie Burkhardt: Liar. I AM the bitch. And you LOVE me.

That Donna and Jackie have the weirdest FRIENDSHIP ever...

Donna Pinciotti: Excuse me Jackie, when did you lose your soul?
Jackie Burkhardt: Cheerleading camp.

That there's a point when your parents stop being counselors...

[Eric catches his parents having sex, and they find out]
Kitty Forman: Red, say something.
Red Forman: It's more fun than it looks.

That even if everyone hates you for it, high self-confidence will ALWAYS keep you happy...

Jackie Burkhardt: Look, the sooner you realize I'm a genius, the better off we'll both be.

And that you should be really glad that you don't have perverted friends.

[Donna and Kelso are hiding under a bed]
Donna Pinciotti: Is that your hand on my ass?
Michael Kelso: It was an accident.
Donna Pinciotti: Kelso, your hand's still on my ass.
Michael Kelso: IT'S STILL AN ACCIDENT.

Fez: I am so excited about Star Whores.
Steven Hyde: Fezzy, man... Star Wars.
Fez: Screw that.

Eric: Panties. Glorious panties.

I mean, I have sick-minded friends, but they don't actually try anything. There's a fine line.

Jun. 10th, 2009

Collaborative #1

Chelsea: We don't have anything to say.

Me: Maybe you don't but I sure do. =P

Chelsea: Okay, like what?

Me: Like... Happy New Year.

Chelsea: It's... June!

Me: So? You gots beef?

Chelsea: With a New Year in June? Yeah.

Me: *smack*

Chelsea: OW. What the heck?! You hit me in the stomach, nobody hits me in the stomach!

Me: I do. =D Whore.

Chelsea: You're a whore.

Me: WHAT DID YOU TELL NICK?!

Chelsea: I didn't tell him anything! He just texted me and told me I shouldn't call you names and I don't think I called you anything, did I?

Me: You called me a hoe. And he totally believed me. =]

Chelsea: I did call you a hoe.

Me: I know.

Chelsea: STOP I DIDN'T SAY THAT!

Me: Yeah you did >>

Chelsea: No I didn't. You're confused, you shouldn't be typing.

Me: But I am.

--------------------a few muscle relaxers and some martinis later----------------------

Chelsea: Nobody had any martinis.

Me: That's what you think >>

Chelsea: Did you have a martini?

Me: Yes.

Chelsea: Are you going to drive me and my dad to Walmart drunk?

Me: You better believe it.

I LOVE LIFE. =]

okay this was pointless and fun.

BRI AND CHELSEA OUT

Freaking boys.

Okay, I would like to know why men are SO DAMN STUPID.

Alright, it is so nooooooot cool to text somebody you KNOW likes you and say stuff like "Oh, lol, my friend's mom is trying to hook me up with this girl." oooor "Yeah, this really hott chick was talking to me the other day..."

OKAY, I KNOW HE'S NOT NORMALLY LIKE THIS. HE DOESN'T EVER EVER EVER TALK LIKE THAT UNLESS HE'S TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS SO I KNOW WHEN HE'S DOING IT BUT STILL. WOAH WTF WHY IS MY CAPS ON.   

um.... my caps wasn't supposed to be on... but for some reason it was. and i don't feel like re-typing that so deal.

but really, when is that ever okay? it's not. not ever. because it a: makes you look like a dick and b: pisses off and/or makes the girl you're texting sad. which is so not cool.

AND THEN, AFTER YOU'RE A DICK, DON'T BE ALL COOL.

stop it. i hate it.

did you ever think that maybe, after you're all "oooo hott girl" i don't WANT you freaking TOUCHING ME?! it kinda sorta makes me wanna kill you. especially when you're trying so hard to hold my hand and i know about it and it just pisses me off because i WOULD if you hadn't just TOLD ME that this blonde chick was HOTT STUFF. god damn, get a clue. ><

ahem.

yeah. sorry, chels xD i needed to get it off my chest.

Jun. 9th, 2009

Chels here.

Something tells me that we won't be using this too far past the end of the summer. I'm saying that partially because I want you to prove me wrong, Bri. XD.

I'm not sure what exactly we were going to use this for, so I'm just going to start posting. And talk about... I don't really know. Stuff.

Like how I think I have a minor case of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). The one where you get depressed if you're out of the sun for too long? Gloomy weather really takes its toll on me. I love the sun.

I don't really think I have SAD; I just wish the sun would come out for an entire day this week. Of course, I'm probably asking for too much... 

I'll shut up now, though, because I know that you love the rain. And I know, I know, you were going to move to Washington where it rains like 656564 times a day but you stayed here, in drought-ridden Utah, because a few nameless others and I are just too adorable for you to leave us. =] Thanks again.

I have an idea for a userpic, but I'm on the wrong computer. XD. I'll put it up later? Feel free to make a few suggestions too, since, you know, this whole thing was your idea anyways.

By the way, if you want to change the theme, go ahead; I just thought that this one was pretty awesome and the default one was freakin' boring.