Come Do A Happy Dance With Me

Want to know what the greatest feeling in the world is for a little college girl? (Im sure boys feel this way, too.) Well, allow me to tell you.


Finishing finals.


...and feeling like you did pretty good...

Those days, studying for the five finals I had, I constantly felt overwhelmed and weighed-down and down right unhappy. I wanted to scream and cry and run away to either Disneyland or Brazil and live there and never worry about el stupido school again.

I gotta give myself props though. Why? Cause I DIDNT run away--and I didn't cry. I DID scream, though. For real and for true.

I buckled down and studied my booty off and got this weird sense of confidence and tested pretty well.

This? It's a DANG lovely feeling. I have a tear in my eye just thinking of the fact that I am d-o-n-e with this dreadful semester.

More importantly...done with Portuguese!!!!!!!

So here's the invitation, ladies and gentleman. The invitation to come do a celebratory happy dance. And for my friends who have been taking finals and are done or almost done...Let's celebrate for you, too.

If I Had A Fork..

Sitting in history today, I became very distracted by the guy next to me playing around on Facebook. I was watching him look at pictures and write on his "friends" walls. Then I witnessed something sad, and funny, that quickly became awkward and cruel.

A cute girl with a red bikini on in her profile picture wrote something along the lines of "Hey handsome. Can we finally party tonight?"

This guy then whips out his phone, and yes, I watched him type and send the text. It said, "I think we need to start seeing other people. Sorry."

I'm laughing to myself thinking poor, poor girl who just recieved that brutal text message. Then I'm thinking...is bikini woman really worth this?

Then comes the awkward part. As my seating partner was examining bikini womans other scantaly clad photos..the girl on the opposite side of him recieved a text message.

She leans over to this gem of a guy with tears in her eyes, apparently shocked by what is on his computer screen (someone must have been paying very deep attention to the lecture) and says "are you serious?"

He nodded his head, said sorry and that they'll talk about it later.

The poor girl grabbed her bags and left the class, crying.

I seriously wanted to take a fork to this guys eye. I mean really... How much more stupid can a guy get?!?!

"thank you" means more in november

November is almost over and I have not yet done a "thankful" post. Although I still only have Internet on my phone, I have to do it. Better late than never, yeah?

Being thankful is something I think we don't "do" near as much as we should. At least, I know that I'm not always as thankful as I should be. This is something I intend to change about myself.

I, ChelseaKate, am thankful for:

MOMMY: My mom is the best of the best. She is pretty, funny, energetic, selfless, sarcastic, loving and so much more. My mom is my best friend. I'm lucky and I have a real close relationship with her. I very seldomly feel weird about telling her EVERYTHING. Really, I tell her it all. She knows every detail of my life. I love that. I'm so thankful I got the worlds greatest mom who loves me, my sisters and my daddy so much.

DADDY-O: My daddy. I love him. I am so thankful for his example that has always been there for me whether I knew it or not. Since I was little, I could find my dad reading his scriptures and I believe that is a main reason why I read my scriptures. My dad always reminds my family to pray, too. I know sometimes I act annoyed when he tells me, but really, I'm glad he never let's up on that. He's always been so supportive in me having a good, educated future, I'm so grateful I have him as my driving force.

SAVANNAH KLAIRE: I don't even know where to start. I love Bug so much that I can get emotional just thinking about it. She is my little angel. She's the reason I have hope. When I was an only child, I always hoped I could get a baby sister or brother even though I knew it was hard for my mom to get pregnant. I never gave up hope, and I got the most beautiful Savannah. I'm so thankful Bug and I are closer than close. I'm thankful we tell each other everything and always find something to smile at. I'm thankful for her laugh and her twinkly eyes and her enormous heart.

ADELINE KAYDE: Adi-Lu. Gosh, I love that princess. I am so thankful to have Adi as a roll model. She's like my second mom and I'm so grateful. Adi has a selfless, giving heart. She's wonderful. I'm thankful for her "magical hugs" and I'm thankful that Adi loves me so much that she wants to be like me. I'm thankful that she make me want to better myself. I'm so happy I have Adi in my life to keep me active and laughing. I'm thankful for her tiny body and cheerful smile.

TODD: I am so thankful for all the personal things Todd has taught me, especially while serving his mission. I'm thankful for his decision to serve the Lord. I'm thankful for his caring heart and magic blue eyes.

FRIENDS: As if I weren't already so lucky due to my family, I'm even more lucky because of my wonderful, beautiful friends. Wow. Without my friends I'd be a mess in my bed. I'm so thankful they listen to me, care for me, want me to succeed and lift me up daily. My parents always taught me to surround myself with good people. I truly don't think friends get better than mine.

GRANDPARENTS: Grandpa Glade, I'm so thankful for all of my childhood memories with you, singing on the porch, working in your garden and becoming best friends. Grandma Rosemary, I'm so grateful for our friendship. I'm thankful that you care about the happenings in my daily life. I'm grateful for our shopping trips, fashion shows and all the times when I was younger when you'd play along with my silly games. Grandpa Mark, I'm thankful for your example of hard work. I always admired watching you in your office. I'm thankful for all the times you'd take me to the store to buy anything I wanted. Grandma Marilyn, I'm grateful for your example of being a homemaker. I'm grateful you've helped me learn to cook and clean. I'm thankful for all the times you did my hair, taught me to sew and how to be well rounded.

AUNTS & UNCLES: Julie, I'm so thankful for our friendship. I'm thankful for my childhood memories with you, I love thinking back to our fun times. (Where's Dinah?) I'm thankful that you pay attention to my life. Brian, I'm thankful for your fun spirit. I'm thankful for our talks and your curiosity about my life. Meredith, I am so thankful for the friendship we have. I'm thankful for all the times you'd babysit me and always make it fun. I'm thankful for all the laughs, the hand-me-down clothes and Christmas and birthday presents. Dave, I'm so thankful I've got to know you over the last few years. I'm thankful for our talks. I've always admired the fact that you'd sit down with me and my sisters and sincerely ask how we're doing. I'm thankful for your advice and for the example you are to me of being a good parent.

COUSINS: I have amazing cousins, I'm so thankful for their playful spirits, sweet smiles and the fun talks we have with each other. I'm glad that even as i've got older, I've been able to maintain a good relationship with my cousins..even had that relationship grow!



I am thankful for so much, those ^ are only a few. My life is so beautiful and I'm most grateful to Heavenly Father for blessing me with all these reasons to be thankful. He is so good to me and has filled my life with amazing people/things.

I think we should celebrate Thanksgiving more often.

Dear Blogging World,

Oh my goodness gracious, have I missed you!! I've got some mad butterflies dancing around in my tummy right now due to the happiness of posting once again. See, a few weeks ago the Internet in my house left. We don't know why, but we do know it is gone and thus far has not shown any signs of coming back any time soon. (Im doing this on my phone..it's a pain, ps.)

I have a few neat-o mosquito things I really want to post about..going to Disney World, school adventures, holiday happiness..to name a few. I promise they're coming. Really. I'm just currently stuck in the stone age and do not have the luxury of being able to post willy-nilly on my blog whenever I please.

Believe me, it's a struggle.

This is just my post to say I am alive and life is good.

Everyone keep smiling for me.

Love Always,
Miss ChelseaKate

I dreamt in cryptic passageways, only I could see

As dark and cold as it became I felt warmth in my palms.

Visions of all sorts of emotion towered over me

Your breath fell on my fingertips, singing bleeding songs.

Seconds later the room lit to pale lace

Your sparkly eyes caught hold of mine.

Confidence and patience written on your face

Your words, "one day at a time."

Suppose for just several seconds I forgot the sound

My guard fell down, my heart collapsed

And no one was around.

Again, the image of your hand grazes mine

Your voice loud in my head.

"I'm coming back for you, I meant what I said."

templars

As if going to the temple wasn't already the best experience ever, try going with your little sister. It makes a significant difference you never knew could happen. Dead serious.

Two weeks ago, Savannah turned the magical #12 and therefore, is now able to go inside of the temple. I've been waiting for her to turn twelve for years, now, for this exact reason. I've always wanted a reliable temple buddy, and now I have one. The cutest, sweetest one. I win when it comes to the game of lucky.

Since Savannah has been able to, we've gone every Wednesday. All two of them. But it is a tradition we will definitely keep up with, no doubt about it. There is something about the temple that just makes you want to go there again and again and again. Savannah and I are both really feeling it.

I'm so lucky. So lucky. 

• Savannah can go to the temple with me
• There is a temple only 15 minutes away from my front porch
• I'm LDS

So lucky - what did I tell you?! 

It is possible this is one of the most unattractive photographs of me, yes, but here we are leaving the temple. {I really tried to get the actual temple in the background behind us, but the sun was bright, I'm bad at self-portraits, and we had to hurry Savannah back home for Young Women.}

i hate the fact that i've been forced into being a morning person

I like to look cute. When I go out for the day, I like to be ready. I like to look presentable. Usually. However, waking up at 5-5:30am most mornings, sometimes puts a damper on my lets-get-cute-and-ready attitude. I still try to look at least socially acceptable, but the outcome is never what it would normally be if I woke up at 9 or 10 and had 1-2 hours to get ready. 

The typical Monday/Wednesday/Friday morning goes as follows, typically, for me:

• Roll, grumpily and very sleepily out of bed at 5:15ish, usually
• Say my prayers
• Put on my outfit I chose the previous night
• Stick my iPod in my ears
• Wander up two floors to my bathroom
• Put in my contacts
• Put on my make up (depending on how good i woke up that morning, decides how good my make up will look...aka the time i will spend on it)
• Brush and floss all my teethies
• Put on deodorant 
• Brush my hair
• Do my hair (same rules apply as with my make up, here)
• Drench myself with my body spray (vanilla lace=yum)
• Find some comfy shoes and put them on 
• Gather up all my school stuff and put it in my giant, cute backpack (on fridays i take my guitar)
• Grab a Cliff Bar and a Chocolate Soy Milk
• Find my keys
• Walk out to my Jeep
• Off to school, goes ChelseaKate - leave by 6:25

The typical Tuesday/Thursday, however goes this way:

• Get out of bed around 7, a little happier on these days seeing as I get to sleep in a little longer
• Say my prayers
• Find a cute outfit (these days i have more time to spend on myself)
• Grab my iPod
• Go upstairs and see what's for breakfast
• Eat breakfast
• Go up to my bathroom
• Put in my contacts
• Do my make up, hair, all that getting ready jazz
• Gather up my school stuff
• Find my keys
• Walk out to my Jeep
• Off to school, goes ChelseaKate - leave by 9:20

There is no typical Saturday. That is my "be spontaneous day."

Sunday isn't too different from school days, except some mornings I'm running around my house like crazy trying to prepare for my primary lesson. Oh, we have church at 9. Um, I can't wait til next year. 11 o'clock church sounds like heaven.

have you?

"Have you ever...

• Stared out a foggy window, waiting for words to land in your palms?
• Promised yourself you wouldn't do something good you once did, that led to tragedy...then did it anyway?
• Felt tears fall from your cheek bones for no reason?
• Assumed the worst and hated yourself for it?
• Had your fragile heart broken?
• Prayed so hard you felt like you were sitting on Heavenly Father's lap?
• Felt raging sympathy for a stranger?
• Got your hopes up so high and when the thing you wanted didn't come...you came crashing down?
• Felt like ending all social ties to anyone and everyone?
• Wished you were that other girl?
• Lied to make yourself seem better to the universal them?
• Been humbled my mother nature?
• Wanted to take the pain from a loved one, hurting?
• Failed miserably at one thing and succeeded brilliantly at another?
• Exceeded your own expectations?
• Put your full heart into something relying solely on trust and faith that it won't get hurt?

...then you've lived."

baby food or baby torture?

Yesterday I was looking through videos on my computer, when I came across this delightful little video. I lol'd. Its stinkin' adorable.

For those of you wondering, this is my cousin, Bea, when she was still a tiny little girl. (fyi: she is almost 3, nowadays.) 

Quite obviously, she did not enjoy that baby food.

Its darling. Enjoy.

Out of the Orbit

I have an adorable friend named, Whitney. A few days ago, she did a phenomenal post that really got me thinking.

The title of her post is as follows: "We all live in our own orbits, but in the creators design of it all, life allows us and leads us into hundreds of other people's orbits... which in return... allows us to grow and understand our grand purpose on this earth."

The big point that I really got out of it, was that we have so many opportunities to interact with other people, who could really end up blessing our lives, but so often, we're so caught up in ourselves, that we end up missing out on all these potentially life changing experiences. We are too absorbed in our own daily lives, to see what else is out there and take those chances. As she put it, we're in our orbits and we rarely take the opportunity to reach out to people, learn about them, and learn from them. I love when she says, "people are our greatest resource."

Her post goes on to explain all the benefits of letting our orbits interact with others orbits. Think about it, we can learn so much from people, we can gain so much and definitely come out better people because of it. ...so why aren't we doing it?!

She ends her post leaving her readers with a challenge. The challenge? Reaching out to someone. Talking to someone, alone or not. Get out of your comfort zone, a bit and reap the blessings of doing so.

I'm taking the challenge. I think you should, too.

Lil Bizzie the birthday girl

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAVANNAH KLAIRE!!!!!!!!!

Today, my little buggie, Savannah is twelve. Twelve.. Jeepers, she's getting to be a big girl.

Savannah is a lovely little darling. She is the cutest. I love her.

In honor of her big day, I thought I'd list 12 things I like about the little cutie-head.

Although, I could list like...10 thousand billion.

(She is that great.)

1. Savannah is my shadow. She tries so hard to be like me, its flattering. She makes me feel good about myself.
2. Savannah is ambitious. It seems like she is always trying new things, and instantly mastering them. She's my idol, basically.
3. Savannah's favorite color is yellow. In fact, one of the main colors in her room is yellow.
4. Savannah is a pretty dancer. I love watching her.
5. Savannah has hair to die for. Serious. It is long, thick and ridiculously gorgeous.
6. Savannah likes to scare people. She has a knack for hiding in the right place, and jumping out at the right time.
7. Savannah loves animals. Dogs, especially.
8. Savannah is caring. She always is asking how I'm doing, how things are going in my life, and she always listens to me talk, vent, etc. Fabulous.
9. Savannah is tall. I don't know if she's taller than most kids, or if I'm just short, but she is just barely shorter than me. Its crazy.
10. Savannah is creative. You should see some of the stuff this girl makes, draws, etc. Mind blowing.
11. Savannah is funny. She has a cute personality. She's always keeping us laughing.
12. Savannah is my best friend. Adi and I are the luckiest people in the world, because we get her as a sister. She is so reliable, sweet, enthusiastic, supportive and everything else anyone would want in a best friend.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIZBANNAH!!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, GIRLIE.

lack of...

You know when you're watching a movie and laugh because movies always portray such unrealistic happenings? You know, like the poor, unfortunate soul who goes to work/school and finds that he/she had forgotten to wear pants...

Well, maybe these situations aren't as unrealistic as we thought. Maybe these happenings, happen often.

Because, today, I was that poor, unfortunate soul.

I forgot to wear pants to school today. (No, this really isn't a joke.)

It isn't as bad as it sounds, though. However, it was still bad, not to mention, awkwardly embarrassing.

I wore a (thank goodness) kind of long shirt, some thick tights...and I was supposed to also put on a cute denim skirt. When I was getting dressed, I couldn't find the skirt, so I made a mental note to go find it after I had got the rest of myself ready.

My mental notes don't work very well.

It took me about twenty minutes in the car, on my way to school, to realize...yeah...I'd forgotten to wear anything on the bottom half of me, only tights... Awkward.

You'd think I would have noticed this vital piece of information when I walked out to my car and felt the cold air attack me. Well, sure, I felt it, but obviously paid no mind to it. Oh, how I wish I would have.

Normally, I probably would have been like forget it I'm missing my first class...but I missed it last time and I was sure we had a test today. Simply, I couldn't miss-pants or no pants. (I guess in my case, skirt or no skirt..)

As I said, I was lucky and wore a semi-long shirt. I got to school, pulled it down, down, down and walked as confidently as I could into class. A boy I sit next to told me I looked cute, but he only said that cause he liked that he could nearly see my bum and my skin color was showing through my tights.

Say it with me this time: AWKWARD.

I just hope no one else noticed I was actually skirt-less. Maybe, hopefully, fingers crossed, they just think I'm rockin' some weird style...

The point I'm trying to make is, next time you leave your homes, check yourself. Make sure you have pants on. You think it will never happen to you...but it does. Learn from my mistakes. You don't want the sketchy looks and the embarrassment of walking down a hall lined with people...while you're walking without an important item of clothing.

My outfit...

Yes, thats my skin you can see through those tights, guys.

Close up?

Moral of the post: WEAR PANTS or SKIRTS

or

FEEL REAL STUPID

the choice is yours

Reading...Someday, I will.

Since, forever, I've maintained a strong, love/hate relationship with reading. I've always loved the idea of reading. You know, curling up in a blanket by the fireplace, on a rainy day and getting lost in the world of your text. It sounds so lovely. However, I've never been one to achieve that pretty imagery.

My problem is, I begin a book, and the second something happens I don't like, (which usually seems to be very early on in the book) I put the book down...forever. Sadly, I even did this with books I was assigned to read in school.

There is the rare occasion I finish a book, and enjoy reading it, but this probably happens less than once a year. Here's to hoping with time, I'll change and become that pleasant looking lady, reading, peacefully by the fireplace.

Encyclopedia of Yours Truly

My mommy-dear got this idea from her friend, Landee.

The idea is awesome. So, I, like my mommy, have decided to copy her, as well.

Its a doozy trying to explain this "project" so bear with me.

I'm going to be doing posts...about me. Like...random facts/things about yours truly.

They could be long, or they could be short. You'll never know.

It is called, "Me: The Abridged Version."

The idea behind this, is one day, to compile a book...as my mom put it, an Encyclopedia of Chelsea.

My future family can read through it and learn about good ol' Chelsea and what goes on inside her mind.

Get it?! Kinda-maybe?!

Sorry, I did say it was hard to explain.

Anywho... I'll be labeling these posts as "Yours Truly" or maybe, "M:TAV." Also, I'll label them with whatever letter the post begins with... type thing.

Holy, I feel like I'm blabbering in a different language.

How about this. This: davmarwalker.blogspot.com is my mommy's blog. She explains it better. Read hers, if you feel interested in learning about my "project." I believe the title of her post is, "Well, here goes nothin'!"

Enjoy it.

I guess in the words of my mother, dearest...

Here goes nothin'!

If you love me...

Okay, guys. I'm in need of advice, and sometimes when I ask for advice on this here blog...I don't get any. But this time, I really need it. Okay?! Pleeeaaasse?!?! My feet and my sanity are at stake here.

Heres the deal. I have toilet paper feet.

Toilet Paper Feet: {toy-let, pay-per, feeeeet} A condition in which your feet get torn apart by any, I repeat, any pair of shoes no matter how comfortable they may seem. Sympathy should be shown to those, unfortunate souls, who suffer from such a disease.

This is a serious matter. My. Feet. Kill. KILL. Just ask my family and my friendsies...I always have blisters. Why?! Because I've yet to find a pair of shoes that don't end up making my poor little feet look like a scene on CSI. Its tragic, dears.

Now here is where your advice should come in.

Give me advice on comfy shoes.

Please.

Any pair of shoes, cute or ugly (I don't care at this point about style) that have been comfortable and as close to blister-free as possible.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!!!

Thanks. Now I'm off to tend to my bloody pinky toe.

*By the way, today I wore shoes my mom and I refer to as sheep shoes.

The insides are fluffy and appear soft and loving.

But they aren't, apparently.

2

There have been two things really weighing on my little mind lately.

The first? Todd. He's adorable, I love him and I miss him. Pretty much, he is lovely and incredible and every other wonderful word there is. I'm a lucky little lady, friends. Oh, but, also? I miss him. Soooo much I miss him.

The second thing is my freaking adorable, darling, perfect sisters. They've started school, too. I can't believe how old they are. By old, I mean 8 and 11. Thats scary. I remember the days they were both born. They were teeny. They've always been teeny. Then here we are... They're big. They're all grown up and going to 3rd and 6th grade. Savannah is almost taller than me. Adi is sprouting, too. Its insane.

i like to MUITO, MUITO...?

By now, I'm sure you're sick and tired of my Portuguese stories, so I promise this one will be short, but I just had to tell you what I did, today.

In class, we split into groups of three. Of course, I was with Mr. Annoying, and another boy. A very, very sweet, kind RM. We'll call him RM. Our professor listed a bunch of activities on the board we, as a group, could chose to do to help us use Portuguese words...or something along those lines.

The list was something like

• recite a poem together
• count to 50
• sing happy birthday
• sing "i like to move it" from madagascar

Yeah, guess which my group chose? Yup. To sing that stupid "I like to move it, move it" song. In Portuguese.

So the three of us graced our class with, what I'm sure was a beautiful version of King Julian's obnoxious, yet catchy song.

RM and Mr. Annoying had this baby down. RM even drummed the rhythm with his pencil and my pen very seriously.

My version went something like this, ::mumble:: ::mumble:: ::mumble:: muito, muito ::mumble:: ::mumble::

Apparently 'muito' means something along the lines of "move it." Even though I swear it doesn't. I thought that word meant 'very' or 'many.' I guess I don't know as much as I thought I did.

I go to college. I have adventures.

If you've read my previous post, you will recall that there is a boy who really enjoys pressing my buttons in my Portuguese class. Well, I have another story for you, regarding him, yet, again.

K. So I was just sitting in Portuguese, focusing all I could on the lesson, when Mr. Annoying leans over {yes, he sat next to me, again, today} and sets a piece of paper on my desk.

Below, I've scanned in our note... But you just can't read his light pencil, he chose to use. So, allow me to interpret... And give you the background details, too, of course.

He passes it to me, and it says:

"Chelsea

I really admire your work ethic and hard work in class. Don't give up on whatever your dream may be. I can't wait to get to know you better as class progresses.

Mr. Annoying {except, it says his real name}"

I look at the paper, don't touch it, read it, then look back up at the professor. Aka I ignored him.

Mr. Annoying sits there, staring at me, for a few minutes, then leans over, grabs the paper off my desk, scribbles some words on it, and hands it back to me.

I read what he said... It looked like it said "doss Gack." I don't know what that means, though. So I ignored it. Then he leaned over, again, and whispered evily, "Pass back!"

I decided to have some fun with him, so I picked up the paper, and passed it back to him. He grabbed the paper, glared at me, set it back on my desk and told me I had to write on it.

So, then I write:

"Oh, thanks!"

...and pass it back...

He writes, passes it back to me:

"I can help you with your portuguese since your so behind"

{what a poo. why would he say that?!}

I write back:

"Well, thanks, but I'm doing study group and signed up to go to the tutor and, I know some people who can help me out."

I pass it to him, he passes it back... (I felt like I was in fifth grade with all this note passing)

"Your waisting paper"

Uhm.. What? Thanks, dude.

I mean, really. I don't even know what he meant by that.

Oh, and by the way, I'm spelling everything as he spelled it. I didn't make those spelling and grammar mistakes, just so you know.

I take a minute...and write back:

"Okay : )"

He takes it, glares, again...his favorite facial expression, I think, and writes back:

"Whatever"

I didn't pass the note back, after that.

Here is the original, hard-to-read copy.

He's just adorable, right?! He is the creepiest slash worst flirt I've met, and believe me, I've met some weird and creepy flirts, before! Here is what really bothers me, though. I wear a wedding ring to school...its job is to ward off weird-ee's who may try to come onto me, and usually, it works. Not this time, though, of course. With my moms help, we decided next time he tries to "flirt," I'm going to have to give him the speech, "Hi, I'm married, my husband wouldn't approve of your creeper actions, I suggest you stop..." You know, that kind of stuff..

So that was that.

Then, I'm walking back to my car. More like, I'm hiking back to my car, up and down the 702.69 stairs I have to travel across and up the multiple hills, that are all most likely a 98 degree incline, and at the first cross walk I cross, a big, white "pimped-out" suburban pulls up next to me with a handsome looking college boy, who politely asks, "Can I drive you to where you need to be?!" Sure, sure, he was attractive, but my inner stranger-danger alarm was going BEEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! I turned him down, telling him my car was just up that hill {that really, really steep, hot, dirty hill} and that I'd be fine. He then continues with, "are you sure? Its kind of a long way..." "Its hot outside..." "Its no problem for me..." Ick. Don't worry, I stuck to my gut feeling and kept rejecting his not-so-kind-sounding-now, offers, and went back to walking up the hill of evil. That guy wanted me in his car waaaayyy to badly. Again, I say it, ick.

Then, I'm about mid-hill, and a little beat-up, quite dumpy looking greenish/brown car pulls up to me. Guess what was inside?! Mr. Annoying!!! GAH! Can't catch a break! "Hey, Chelsea, can I drive you to your car or your apartment?!"

First of all, ew. Second of all, ew. And third of all, H no! you can't Mr. Annoying! Why would I want you knowing where I live or what my car looks like!

I told him, not as sweetly, as I did the first guy, my car was just in the parking lot to my right and I'd be fine. Mr. Annoying continues with, "We should talk and get to know each other, more!" This time, I glared. Said, no thanks, and the car behind him honked and he drove away.

Dear Driver of the Car Behind Mr. Annoying,

I love you. We should be friends.

Love, Chels

That was my college adventure, today.

Since I was at school, and I just get filled with knowledge there, let me briefly tell you what I learned.

1. Mr. Annoying is still really annoying, and writes stupid notes.

2. Even handsome guys, in pimped-out suburbans can be freak-show attackers.

3. My inner stranger-danger alarm is working well.

4. I should find a new parking spot that doesn't require so much hiking, etc.

5. My backpack probably weighs more than my dad.

boha {translation: stupid}

You know that song on Wicked called Loathing? Please, play that through your head while you read this post. It will really help capture the emotion I'll be trying to portray. Thanks.

College has started, and I went into this semester with a shocking, gung-ho attitude. I was ready to dominate all my classes, get amazing grades, make new friends, and all that college life jazz. Basically, my intentions were really high. This semester was my semester. Was... {sigh..}

This ^^^ happy-go-lucky attitude of mine was instantly crushed when I walked into my Portuguese class. My beginners Portuguese class. My Portuguese class you're supposed to go into have no, zip, zilch, zippo, prior knowledge or experience with the Portuguese language.

Um, hi. I walk in, sit down, and guess what I find out? My entire, and this is no exaggeration, I swear, entire class of "beginners" in Portuguese, speak the language, if not fluently, almost fluently.

It all comes down to this, they know the language. I know the language NOT.

My lovely professor has apparently decided to pay no attention to little struggling me. I guess in her mind, because 99% of the class knows the language, she can go on her merry way and keep on progressing with the lessons, having almost solid Portuguese conversations with the whole class. Oh, wait. Not the whole class. There is that little underdog Chelsea who is so utterly lost, she is constantly contemplating running, screaming out of the classroom in a fit of frustration, anger, embarrassment, confusion, etc.

What makes the matters worse, is I sit next to this guy. This guy who I'd enjoy stabbing in the eyeball with a pen. He is an RM, who {of course} served in Brazil, and consequently speaks beautiful, fluent Portuguese. Upon first meeting Mr. RM, I thought BOO-YAH! this class will be an easy A because he'll help me. Boy, was I wrong. He. Is. A. Jerk. A big ol' nerdy, evil, goody-two-shoes, thinks he's Mr. perfect, know-it-all, jerk. The two of us are often paired together since we sit next to each other. Actually, let me rephrase that. Since he sits next to me. I try to avoid him and his arrogant ways, but no matter where I sit, he always manages to weasel his intelligent little body to the seat right next to mine. I'm pretty sure he's trying to impress me. Trying to flirt with me... Well, he's terrible at it. Anyway... So we're partnered a lot. He thinks he's so fancy, so sometimes he'll talk to me in only Portuguese. Or laugh as I struggle through taking notes, trying to spell things right, and remember what I'm speedily being taught. I want to slug him. I could probably take him.

Dear Know-It-All Partner,

Congratulations in being fluent in this language. I'm proud of you. Good for you, for serving a mission. You rock. But guess what?! You are in a BEGINNERS Portuguese class, and I am a beginner. Yes, I'm the only beginner, but still... Just, be nice to me, you big weird-o.

Love, {kinda}

Chels

Here's an example or two. Today we learned, in Brazil, if someone were to ask you if you like their cooking, basically you just say "oooooooooo," very dramatically. ....We had to ask questions back-and-fourth with our partners, and of course, this is what RM asks me. But he didn't ask me in English. He asked me in Portuguese. Normally, that'd be okay in a Portuguese class, but he knows all too well, I barely speak it. So really, its just freaking annoying, and he knows it. I don't know how the heck you say "Do you like my cooking?" in that language... So I stared at him, trying to hold myself back from snapping his glasses in half. He then says in a snotty, I'm-clearly-so-much-better-than-you, voice, "Do you like my cooking?" I answer him very unenthusiastically, "oooooo." Stupid.

Our professor allows us to look at our notes when we're practicing conversations with each other... So silly me to think I actually can do that. Any time I'm paired up with Mr. Meanie, and I start to look at my notes, he scolds me, "Don't look at your notes. You won't learn that way." I ignore him, look at my notes, and answer, most likely butchering the pronunciation, which I know ticks him off. So in a way, I totally love the fact I'm the worst at Portuguese.

Now besides all that, I have some more venting to do.

Is that annoying?! For goodness sakes, this class is supposed to be filled with a bunch of clueless English speakers. Yet, instead, its a bunch of talented, bilingual students, and Chelsea, who is very jealous of them, all.

In my defense, I do know some Portuguese. Just look at the title of this post! I'm learning it, but only because I study my little bum off at home, since my professor moves at the fastest pace, EVER. If this were truly a class of beginners, I'd probably be doing just fine, but because I have such fabulous luck, of course I'm in a class with a bunch of braniacs. Really, could this be cooler? {said insanely sarcastically.}

Looks like I'm going to have to break out some serious yoga and mediation to deal with the stress of my enemy language. Portuguese.

purple.

I am not a watch person. I never have been, and I don't believe I ever will be. If I need to see the time, I check my phone.

But college has started, yet again. This year, my professors are super anti-cel phone. So a watch was really my only option. A clock would be, normally, but of course none of my classes have one of those.

Today I bought a watch. A digital one. I think thats what they're called?...

It is purple. Its a Ironman Triathlon, Timex watch. Hopefully thats a good thing.

Basically, I feel like a nerd wearing it.

The last time I wore a watch like this is when I got some dorky one in a kids meal at McDonald's and thought it was freaking awesome, and wore it like it would be envied by all, and I was the coolest little gal to be wearing such an accessory.

I don't feel that ^ cool wearing them, anymore.

On the rare occasion that I did wear a watch, I wore one that had the numbers 1-12, because I guess in my mind those are more...glamorous. Or something.

Yet, I walked away with a purple digital, one.

Don't ask me why, because I don't know.

We'll see how long this relationship with me and this watch, lasts.

I guess it does serve its purpose. It tells me how long until class is out.

Wolf & Red

In case I haven't told you, already, I have the cutest sisters on the planet. They are the two most creative girls I've ever met. I want my kids to be like them. That would be the bomb.

Okay. So, for the past few days, Adi has posted signs all over our house that say she will be holding auditions for Little Red Riding Hood...

Apparently, yesterday was the day to audition. No one else in my family would audition, so I felt that I probably should. And so I did. I'm pretty sure that auditions for broadway aren't as intense as the audition I went through!

1-I had to state my name and tell some things about me.

2- I had to dance (and have no moments of stillness) to a full song. {Liberty Walk by Miley Cyrus}

3- I had to sing a full song. Loud, and confident. {Permanent December by Miley Cyrus}...Adi likes Miley Cyrus.

4- I had to read through my lines.

I must be awesome because I got the part of Little Red, herself.

Savannah-bug watched my audition and I think Adi realized that was the best she was going to get, so Savannah got the part as the wolf.

With the scripts in our hands, rehearsals began, promptly.

After we had our lines down, decently, it was time to get into costume and work on dress rehearsals.

Adi chose the outfits. Adi chose the make-up. Adi was the director of all directors.

Cute thing: Adi dressed herself up as a director, too. A mighty cute one, may I add. She had tiny pink shorts on, a green shirt, a blue hat, {she informed us, "every director wears a hat" big, pink sunglasses, and she made herself a little blow horn that she would yell "cut" "action" "do this better" "this is your line" "stop laughing" "savannah be nice to chelsea" etc.

Finally, we had our lines down, alright. Adi then decided it was show time!!!

Mom and dad enjoyed it, I think. They should have. It was cute.

The Wolf {Savannah} & Little Red {myself}

The script.

Oh my gosh it was the cutest thing ever, I just had to share. Adi is quite the play-write.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD!!

red & wolfs parts

Red: My name is Little Red Riding Hood and my family needs to make my grandma some soap {she spells soup-soap..precious} because she is sick. And the way there is over the river and through the woods to grandma house and I will give her the soap here I goooo!

Wolf: Hello I am the wolf you can't come acroset here

Red: But I need to get acrost so I can give the soap to my grandma

Wolf: did you say soap I love soap

Red: You can't have this is my grandma's and she daserves it! (punch lightly)

Wolf: hey don't do that (roar mean)

Red: you are mean (punch hard)

Wolf: (fall to the ground and say) why me (loud)

Red: (run to grandma's house) yay I got to her house! (knoke)

Wolf: Come in

Red: my what big feet and arm's you have

Wolf: there to grab you with

Red: my what big teeth you have

Wolf: there so I can eat you with

Red: (hold gun at wolf) aha!

Wolf: (scream and run away)

The End (bow)

My personal favorite part of the script is the fact that Little Red is packing heat.

Seriously, though, could Adi be any cuter?!

wonderful goodness i just HAD to share

EAT PRAY LOVE

I've heard about 30billion reviews about this movie and the majority of them were that the movie wasn't good. But hey, guess what? This is my blog. So I will express my opinions...

...and my opinions say, this movie was uh-maze-ING...

It probably helped that I went to see this extraordinary film with four beautiful lady friends of mine, Whitney, Sarah, Chelsea and Kourtney. {you can't go wrong with them gals.} But even besides that...I still adored it. Like, I could have been sitting there by myself accompanied by a creepy, angry audience {...oh wait...we were surrounded by a creepy, angry audience...} and I still would have walked out of the theater feeling inspired and giddy of happiness.

Basically, its about Liz, played by the incredibly gorgeous Julia Roberts.

She feels the need to "find herself," so she makes the decision to go away for a year and live in Italy, India and Bali. Over the course of this year, she definitely finds herself. She experiences some amazing situations, meets phenomenal people, and learns a heck of a lot about herself.

So now here I am, a few days later, still melting at the thought of the movie. I think of it, and my heart does that happy pitter-patter thing that usually happens when I think of Todd. Clearly, that means I'm kind of obsessed and smitten by the movie.

Its inspired me. Guess what I want to do now? I want to go somewhere... Bali seems delicious but I would go anywhere... India, Africa, Mexico, Brazil, wherever... I just want to go have a freaking amazing experience like Liz did. I want to be Liz sooooooooooo bad. I want to find myself. I want to learn about who the real me is. I want to fall in love with the small things in the world. I want to take the EAT PRAY LOVE adventure. I want to be Liz.

If you want my opinion, I strongly recommend you see it. Love it. Adore it. Devour its goodness. Its marvelous.

its a fake summer.

full of chaos and wonderland.

the birds don't whistle away the hole

but the deer remind me of you.

sometimes...nights are hard

and mornings are lonely

afternoons are too simple

and evenings leave me slightly empty.

but what's this compared to years on end?

so i remind myself i can make it.

it just feels right to complain.

like its my teenage duty, or something.

love you.

Okay, folks, I need your help again.

Does anyone know how to block people from commenting on your blog?! Not everyone... Just a select few.

I keep getting comments on my posts from people who speak a different language than me...they're Chinese or Japanese or something...and while I'm sure I'd appreciate their comments if they were in ENGLISH...I have zero idea what they're saying and its getting annoying.

Maybe its just impossible to block a few... But I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask.

Please help me if you can! :)

dancer now SINGER. oh, benji.

I don't know how many of you are major SYTYCD {so you think you can dance} fans, like myself, but for those of you who are, perhaps, you remember, Benji Schwimmer? Aka season two's WINNER!

You see, I follow him on Twitter. The other day, he let us followers know something... He has got himself a band! He put on the link of his music vid and I, being a mongo Benji fan, watched it.

Now, sure, sure, its cheesy and such... But you guys don't even know the devotion I once had to this dancer, now singer... I felt obligated to post this, basically.

Band: The Weekend Forecast

Song: Right

ps. Benji is the main guy. Thats right! :)

I Made a Switcheroo.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, if you would have asked me what my major was in college, I would have answered you, "Early Childhood Education."

Well, guess what, folks?

No longer will that be my response to your question.

Yup, you got it!

I CHANGED MY MAJOR

Finally, I can say that I'm excited for school...

Because I'm excited about what I'll be studying.

The thought of being a kindergarten teacher has always made me happy. I'd seriously love to be Miss. Walker...

But the more I think about it...

It doesn't feel right.

So I changed my major, as I've stated, above.

Now, now, I know you're all dying to know what I've changed my focus to.

You don't have to wait any longer.

My Major:

EXERCISE SCIENCE

Actually, I believe the technical term for my major is:

Physical Education with an emphasis on Exercise Science.

But that is long and hard to say...

& I like the sound of this:

Person: Chelsea, what is your major?

Chelsea: Exercise Science.

rather than

Person: Chelsea, what is your major?

Chelsea: Physical Education with an emphasis on Exercise Science.

Now you understand.

It scares me that my major has the word "science" in it. I hate that word. I really hate that subject, too. But I think I'll live, nonetheless. {fingers crossed}

I get to take some real fun classes.

I've always been interested in this kind of stuff, too.

So, see? Its perfect.

The only bummer?

I have to take 4 semesters of a language.

Ick.

I swear, I can barely speak English, as it is!

{In case you were wondering, I chose Portuguese.}

Alright, so thats my update. Thanks for reading.

Wish me luck in this new semester of college.

reading

I am reading.

A book.

Can you believe it?

A real book.

A novel.

Not a text.

Not a magazine.

Not even the back of a book.

A real life fo-shiz book.

What book could have possibly captured my interest?

This one.

The Mysterious Benedict Society

by Trenton Lee Stewart

What's crazier is that I'm actually excited to read it.

If you haven't guessed already, I'm NOT reader.

Nope, not at all.

If I do ever read, I'm weird and I like creepy murder mysteries.

This book ^ isn't one...

Yet I still really like it.

Next things we know, pigs will really fly.

K, bye. I'm going to read now.

another fear CONQUERED!!!! bamm.

Today my family and I babysat my cute cousins, Beatrice and Sam. It was so much fun, they were both happy-campers and just little cute, joys to be around. It was also nice to have a fun play-day with them, to get my mind off of Springville's recent tragedy that has been really weighing on my mind {read previous post.} You always know when you spend the day with Bea and Sam, you're in for a good time and an adventure.

Today we decided to take the chillens to McDonalds. Not just through the drive-threw, though.

Inside.

Yikes.

I am a very large germaphobe {..i have NO idea how to spell that word..} and I find it comforting to stay far, far away from places that are sticky, stinky, dirty, grimy, and all that. For those of you who have been inside any McDonald's play place, you know that the play area is the exact description of a germ.

A big, stinky, scary germ.

I was doing pretty good at just sitting at the table, keeping my mind off the nastiness surrounding me. Bea and Adi played darling-ly in the play area and they had a hoot.

I noticed something... Sam was watching Bea and Adi so closely. He had a longing in his eyes, almost as if he were saying, "I want to play in there!"

I, then, showed probably the greatest act of kindness and love I can show.

Thats right, I picked the little guy up and I took him up into the sticky play area and rode with him down the slide.

Thanks, Sam, for helping me conquer a fear. You rock.

Me saying, "YAY! I'm done with that!"

Get me out, please.

By the look on Sam's face, I think he was thinking the same thing.

I sent this picture to my friend... She told me it looks like I'm giving birth to a dressed, crawling baby, in a slide. Boy, that would be a weird birth, now, wouldn't it?!

Lovely.