Sleepless in Springville

Its been a while since I've posted about how annoying it is not being able to sleep, huh? Right. So it looks as if the time has come for another one! I figure posting may be more exciting than googling pictures of bunnies, which may be what I've been doing for the past half hour of my life. Don't judge me, there is just NOTHING to do at night. Plus, bunnies are cute.

Last night I pulled an unintentional all-nighter. Thats the worst kind of all-nighter, if you ask me. The kind where every second of your sleepless night you're wishing you were asleep or at least tired, or even kind of tired. Ugh. Worst. Throughout most of the night all I wanted to do was go on a run...but I was pretty darn sure my parents wouldn't be too happy about me leaving at 4 in the morning to run around Springville. So I stayed home and went crazy a bit longer.


In other news, school starts on Monday. I'm dreading it because its school, but at the same time I'm sort of excited. Christmas break has been all sorts of great (except for getting sick, that parts not cool) but the days filled with no plan or purpose are getting kind of old. I'm thinking having homework will be good for me, although I'm sure in a few days/weeks when I do have homework, I'll be kicking myself for saying that! Ah, school.


Well, friends, I hope you're all sleeping. As for me, I'm still wide awake but I think I'll give getting some shut-eye another chance. Now I leave you with some cute things I found on the internet whilst battling insomnia. Goodnight. xoxo.

quicky late-night update

The end of the semester is nearing. In fact, its really near...and you know what that means. 

Finals. 

Ugh. Studying is not one of my greater talents. I don't have a good enough attention span to do anything that feels like worth-while, productive studying and I'm so sick of writing paper after paper. I need to work on developing a better attitude towards school, eh? {especially finals/tests}

view from my studying spot at the uvu library

This definitely won't be a semester I'll miss. I try to have a positive attitude towards all aspects of my life, but I'll just cut to the chase, I very strongly disliked this semester. I won't miss it, not even the smallest bit. Hopefully next semester is better, but I'm not sure if it will be, its a jam-packed semester full of classes that sound pretty difficult and are most likely full of homework... 

What a shame. 

Especially since my social life has been quite fantastic, lately! No like, really. Guess what? I've been dating a super sweet, cutie-boy who makes me wonder what I saw in the past guys I've dated. Yep, he's that good.

Other than school and that handsome guy ^^ there isn't much else to say except that life is good! Remember a while ago when I was always bummy and no fun and I always talked about that light at the end of the tunnel I was working towards?

Well...

I've reached the light finally :) Everything is good, again. I'm a super blessed, lucky little lady. I always have been, actually, I'm just finally starting to see it, again.

And there you have it. The last few weeks of worth-while stuff in my life in a little blog nutshell. 

The People You Meet

I wasn't going to blog about this story, but I can't stop thinking about it. Its too weird & funny not to share.

And? Its a very fitting Halloween tale.

The other day I was at school in a particularly boring class. I always sit by the same boy in this class and we usually do a pretty good job and keeping each other entertained, but this particular day I guess we weren't doing it for each other because we both started talking to the guy that was on my other side.

At first it was just your typical small-talk. You know, how are you? Whats your name? Whats your major? All that.. 

Then we started talking about jobs.

Where do you work?

I replied - I don't have a job. My friend talked about his job for a second. Then this stranger told us about his job.

"I just work in my cult."

My friend and I both looked at this guy, puzzled. "Your cult?"

Guess what he said? Keep in mind he said this completely seriously...

"Yeah, I'm a vampire."

A vampire. Really? Wow...

Kind of ridiculously awesome, really.

Well, and just ridiculous. 

Apparently they do exist.

I don't know how I didn't see this, before, to be honest. He has fangs, yes, actual fangs and just looks...vampire-y, I guess. Perhaps I just never assumed/guessed he was a vampire because its not every day you meet one! Heck, I didn't know they existed! 

Bahahahahaha. Wow. 

Anyway...

We heard the news that our acquaintance was a vampire and we both knew we could NOT make eye contact with each other or we'd lose it in a laughing-fit. Did you know its really, really hard to keep your composure when a guy is telling you about his cult and the ways of Vampire-ism?

"Then my very un-shy friend asks, "So do you drink blood and stuff?"

The vampire then answered, again, dead serious, "We'll drink our own or each others but we're civil, we're not the kind that go out and attack people for blood."

"Oh."

"Cool."

I mean really, what do you say to that?

At least he wasn't one that attacked, I guess?

To say the least, I felt like I met Edward Cullen that day...I kept waiting {maybe slightly wishing, too} for him to tell me my blood smelled delicious and he wanted it, badly, and then he'd confess to me that he couldn't resist me, etc. 

Guys, he could have been my Edward...I could have been his Bella...Then I would have found a Jacob... 

It could have been cool. Like, real cool. But I guess my blood doesn't entice him enough for us to start living that twisted fairy-tale.

And there you have it.

I know a vampire.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 

Wishin' it was Thursday

Confession time: That whole nerd thing?

Yeah, didn't last. I don't even know if it lasted an hour, to be honest. Oops.

Anyway, I have midterms tomorrow. Well, technically, today. (its late) In six and a half hours.. Boo. Because I didn't magically transform into a schoolastic nerd like I really, really hoped I would, all day today was filled with cramming for those awful exams. And I really mean all day. I didn't even put make up on or get dressed, I was so devoted to school work. It is now 12:40am and my brain is fried. I cannot take one more schooly thing or I may explode. Because I've been such a good procrastinating student, I rewarded myself by allowing a quick blog post before I get back to that evil. 

It felt good.

Now, sadly, tis time to get back to studying and deciding if I should pull an all-nighter or not. 5 o'clock is right around the corner anyway, right?! Ugh...

Oh and please, please, please WISH ME LUCK! (: 

studyin'..oh my lanta..

Nurdy.

Do you think I'd be a cute nerd? 

I think I am going to take up nerd-ism. 

No, I don't think I am. I know I am.

While I was sitting in Ethics and Values today at school, I had a great epiphany come to me...probably like the epiphanies Socrates believed he frequently received. {yep, believe it or not i listen in school} So what was this epiphany, you might ask? Simple. I, Chelsea Kate Walker, need to turn nerd.

Well what does that mean?

Again, its quite simple. I'm going to become quite school-y. Meaning that I am going to do my homework during the day {not after midnight} and do everything in my power to love it. I'm going to study, lots, too. Guess what else? I'm going to take up doing the extra credit assignments. Classic nerd (: I'm lovin' it. Feel free to be jealous. I wouldn't blame you.

I'll admit, I've always envied people like this. So I'm proudly jumping on the bandwagon. 

Imma work hard and get my nerd on. Now all I need are some strangely large classes, a fanny-pack, suspenders and pants that don't fit right. Mmmm.

Hellllooooooo A's!

Hellloooooo sooner graduation!

Hellllooooo happy parents!

Helllloooooo legit Chelsea!

Ooh, baby. This is gonna be gooood.

Lesson Learned

You know when something sounds like a really good idea and then later on you question your sanity, wondering why on earth you would have thought that idea was a good one?

I've got three words for you:

7 am History.

Blech.

On a typical night, I'm not even asleep until after 2am. If I want to look any sort of cute and ready for school, I have to wake up around 5 or 5:30. (i swear that should be a sin) Are you doing the math? I'll do it for you. It equals no sleep.

For some reason when I was signing up for classes a few months ago, I thought I would magically transform into a morning person. In comes the questioning of my sanity. I've known myself my entire life and never, never, ever, not even once, have I been a morning person. So then whyyyyyyy the 7 am class, Chelsea? WHY?! You know how much you loathe waking up so early! Not to mention its history... History is a cool subject, I actually am a lot more into it than I ever was in high school (btw, still so glad those days are d.o.n.e.) but regardless, its not something I want to think and be quizzed about so early in the morning..not that there are a lot of things I want to think and be quizzed about that early, but still. History is an especially difficult early-morning subject.

If I don't learn anything else this semester, I've learned this: Early classes stink. 

{but I really hope I learn a few more things than that..just sayin'.}

Save the Boobies

Warning: I'm on a rant, here, and this is (somewhat) of an adult-type subject. I don't even know if your adorable children read my blog, or if you, yourself, reading this right now are an adorable little child..just take caution before reading. I don't want to offend anyone.

(Do you have Facebook? Because if you don't, some of this post may not be as close-to-home as it will to those who do have FB. But please, even if you don't have Facebook, keep reading. You know, if you'd like. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. Thats rude.)

SO. I'm back in school. (woo-hoo!) I'm taking an English class. I like English, alright. I consider myself a decent writer, so I am confident in this class and I've always got good grades in English classes so that helps my confidence level. I'm not a huge fan of all the writing assignments though. I really, really, really don't like being told to write about a certain, assigned subject, I'd much rather be given a vague, broad topic and be able to choose what I'd like to write about based off of my own interests, likes, etc. Do you get it?

Lucky for Chelsea, my first real paper in this class is an argumentative, two-sided essay and the topic is something of our choosing. Thank you, Professor. I decided to choose something that I will probably regret later because I know I'm going to become obsessed over this subject and stress about it like a mad-woman and I'd be willing to bet I'll lose some sleep over it. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, I don't know, yet, if its a homework assignment I really want to do good on, or know that I can do really good on, this is how I handle it. Hey, its who I am. I'm embracing it.

Subject: Breast Cancer Awareness

Here is where FB comes into play. Have you seen all of the ways people, specifically girls, I guess, are trying to promote awareness for this?

Allow me to give you a few examples.
(at least i think these were all breast cancer awareness games...to be honest, i didn't pay much attention to them when i'd get the messages encouraging me to "play" them...so correct me if i'm wrong. really do, though, because i'm going to write a paper on this and i want it to be right. oh! and if there were any more ways to become aware, please inform me, if you wouldn't mind.)

• There was one time when a message was sent around FB to all the girls that instructed you to change your status to "I like it on ______." In the blank, you were supposed to write where you usually put your purse. For example, mine would probably have been, "I like it on the floor" or "I like it in the closet." The idea of this is to make the boys scratch their heads over what on earth this status could mean. But, naturally, their minds are going to go towards dirty thoughts, I mean lets face reality, people, a person who has been exposed to any media is going to think this is the location of where a person is having sex. Okay, so whatever, its a bit comical, but what on earth does where you like to have "it" have to do with breast cancer?! 
• There was another message that went around saying that you should put the color of your bra on your status. Okay, this one is a little more closely related to breast cancer. Bra's hold your breasts...so there you go, sort of related. But still... Are we going to read so-and-so's status that says "red" or "purple" and immediately think of supporting breast cancer? Maybe I'm the odd one out here, but I know that wasn't what I thought when I'd read those status's. I guess at least this one doesn't put your mind in the gutter as bad as the first one...
• This one, I'm not necessarily sure has to do with promoting breast cancer awareness, I heard it was, but I don't know. Regardless, its gross. Anyway, the message was that girls were supposed to put your shoe size with a frowny face after it. For example, mine would be: 7 :( I didn't get this one at first, but rumor on the street has it that this is supposed to be the size of..you know, male anatomy. Why does a girl have to put this, though?! (Not that a boy should, either, though) And again, how in the H does this promote breast cancer awareness or show your support? This one just makes me feel dirty and puts my mind in a place it shouldn't be. 
• My last FB-point is the most recent "game" floating around. This one deals with your birthday. Your status is supposed to read, "I'm ___ weeks and craving ___." In the first blank, you put your birth month, in the second blank, you take your birth day and there is a list provided of 31 different food items and you match the food with your birth day number. Mine would be, "I'm 12 weeks and craving creme eggs." (ps i will never crave those. never. they're icky.) This one bothers me on so many different levels. This is offensive to me and I've never even had breast cancer or any sort of cancer, at that. Ugh. Okay, rant time. Most women who have had cancer, survived cancer, etc. become infertile and cannot have children. I don't know, but I'd assume this would become somewhat of a fragile subject for these amazing cancer-fighters/survivors. Right? Then how is pretending your pregnant on FB showing your support for this cancer? Its not! This one, in my opinion, is more for the comical/entertainment factor rather than the support. I wonder if whoever started this "game" thought that one through...Probably not, I'm guessing. In no way, shape or form does this have anything to do with breast cancer.

Alright, there you have my Facebook argument.

Now, here is the part I'm torn about. How do you feel about the "I Love Boobies" paraphernalia? This one is at least somewhat good because (to my understanding) some of the money from the purchase of the shirt, bracelet, etc. go towards breast cancer research. That is good, yeah? However, do you wonder if people buy the products with the intention of giving some of their money to the research? Or do they just want the product because its amusing to wear an item of clothing or to sport an accessory that says, "I Love Boobies," and it just so happens that some of the money goes to the good cause? I think there is a very fine line between good intentions and not-so-good intentions on this one. I don't know, what do you guys think? I need help on this one. I'm torn, torn, torn.

Then there is the breast cancer awareness and support that I fully am in favor of. The pink ribbon items, for example. I'm all for the pink ribbon magnets on your car, the opportunities we have to buy items at the store that are pink and some of the proceeds go towards research. For some reason I find it more supportive towards breast cancer if you have the choice to buy a hair straightener that is pink and the money goes towards research or a plain one. Do you know what I mean? If you have the choice to support and you choose to support, that, to me, means so much more.

There's also the runs/races. I support these, too. You get the shirts that have clever little boob references, but they're acceptable to me because when you see the person in that shirt, you know they ran to support the cause. This race shirt is different than the "I Love Boobies" shirt to me because you had to work in order to wear the race shirt and do physical work and actually show your support, physically.

What I'm trying to get at is this: There are so many good ways to promote breast cancer awareness and show your support without being completely ridiculous, stepping over too many lines and maybe insulting cancer survivors and fighters.

One last thing..sort of on the subject, sort of not and I can't decide if this is going to be in my English essay or not, please feel free to give me your opinion, I need it!  Why do you think breast cancer is sooooo widely supported and well-known when there are so many other cancers that deserve just as much attention? Is there a reason breast cancer is more commonly advertised than other cancers?

Alright, alright. I think I'm done, now. I know my argument, so far, is a little Facebook heavy, but I'm going to try and have my other points get a little stronger, in the process of writing however many drafts I write of this paper. Please, please, please leave your comments, feedback, arguments, let me know if there's any more points I should make, important things I've left out that would be beneficial to this paper, etc! I need all sorts of help with this paper. :) Yup, I love you all.

Also, if you wanted to wish me luck on this paper that'd be nice, too. :)

kthanks.loveyou.bye.
chelseakate.

the working college gal

Believe it or not, I am a busy college student. 

And? 

I like it. 

Having a job, school, homework, friend time and family matters is freaking awesome. It gets a little hectic and chaotic, sometimes, but that only makes it better.

See, for twenty years, I was boring. I was just lazy and had loads of free time. I was livin' "the life." But after so long, I realized I didn't really like, "the life," very much. (even though sometimes i won't/wouldn't admit it.) I wanted a busy life that gave me purpose. Now, I'm proud to announce that after years of procrastination and such, I have a busy life and I'm enjoying myself, incredibly.

Its 12:48 p.m. right now and I still have homework to do, I've had a busy day and tomorrow will be even more busy. I think in a normal situation I'd be going crazy with the stress and overwhelming amount of "stuff," but if you saw me right now, you'd see a smile pasted on my face.

Because I like being a busy college student.

Sticky & Colorful

It is summer. (well, basically) My summer seems to be revolving around one thing:

Snow Cones

This is especially weird for me because never in my entire life have I been one of those people who, once summer comes around, craves snow cones. In all honesty, I've never really even liked snow cones. If I went an entire summer without one, I'd be a-okay.

But! When you take a summer job working in two local snow shacks, you become much better acquainted with them and, dare I say it, maybe even like them and crave them. (and get your fam. hooked, too)

I love my job. Even though some days are mind-bogglingly slow, its a fun job to have. I'm one lucky-ducky. It is fun/funny to come home from work with good money from tips, sticky arms and legs from sugar water and colorful hands from all the different syrups. 

However, the main point of this post was that you know your summer revolves around snow cones when your sisters makes snow cones out of anything, really anything for you. This is definitely something that we never would have done before this year. Never.

Today while Savannah was doing dishes, she would fill cups up with bubbly soap and give them to me-snow cones!

I've received several drawings. of? -snow cones!

{pictured below} Adi has a little sandbox. What does she make with the sand and some caution cones?-snow cones!

Ah, snow cones :)

Cute.

On a completely different topic, my Angus puppy is still cute as ever!

About a week ago we took him to the vet..the little man is a whopping one pound ten ounces.

He is a hyper, wiggly little squeaky toy...who I'm sort of crazy in-love with!

(this is one of my favorite pass times - taking naps or snuggling with my two boys)

(in other news, walter is maybe finally sort of deciding to give angus a chance and not always be completely annoyed by him..fyi: angus LOVES walter (: ...heres to hoping their love grows (in walters case) and lasts!)

Just so you know...

Days like this...

Make me not hate school, so much.

(that is my white jeep, there.)

(front row parking spots can make a huge difference in my attitude)

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.

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.