Little Viola Girl

Today Miss Savannah Klaire had an orchestra festival at UVU. The mommy and I were able to go up there and watch Mapleton Junior High's 7th grade orchestra perform a couple songs. This was my first time finally seeing my cutie-head sister play her viola with the rest of her orchestra. They sounded really good and were quite cute. Savannah was front and center and, of course, very fun to watch. She's quite the little musician - I was excited to see her show off her skills. She's always told me she loved orchestra and from what I've heard of her practicing at home, she is good and loves her viola. I knew she was anxious for me to see her perform, too. (thats one of the best parts of being a big sister..you're little sisters are always excited to show you what they've been working hard on and are proud of and have you experience the these things) I even got a few smiles from her while they were tuning for their performance. Good job, Banny! :) I love you!

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.

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'm bored.

I was going to school this semester. Was. Then some events in my life occurred and I made the decision to "drop out" of the current semester. I believe it was a decision that did me good... Luckily, all of this happened before payments were due, so it didn't cost my fam anything. At first, when I began these few months without any school, I was thinking I was livin' the life. No school. Boo-yeah. Who would complain about that?!

Well, after months of no school...

Me. I would complain about that.

I. Am. Bored.

So bored that I miss school. Thats right. I, ChelseaKate Walker, the school-hater, miss school. I'd even go as far to say that I desperately miss it! I miss loathing homework. I miss waking up "early." I miss walking to class in snow/rain/sun. I miss seeing crazy people in the hall. I miss being frustrated because there are no good parking spots. I miss meeting new friends. I miss studying. I miss people-watching. Yeah. I miss school.

Whew. Feels good to get that off my chest.

Guess what? 

There is a light at the end of this tunnel of boredom.

Summer semester starts May 9th and you better believe I'll be there!! Oh, I'll be there with a smile on my face and ready for stress, regret, etc. Mmm, sounds like heaven to me.

Only a month left of boredom then I'll have purpose to my life, again. 

I've got one word for you:

HALLELUJAH!!!

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.

I DID IT!

I SURVIVED MY FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE.

Woot! Honestly it wasn't bad at all. Course, when you're only takin' two classes.. How can it really be so hard?! Lets just say I'm easing myself back into school!

Wait.. I'm taking three classes, that was a lie.

M W F I have Humanities (art & opera.. you're jealous, I know. Lets just say these are the kinds of classes you get into when you register for school a week before it begins..) and Math.. Not too shabby.

Tuesday I have intro to Early Childhood Ed.. Something like that. Haven't gone yet, but I'm sure it will be great. Even though its a two hour class.. :( Ick.

So I hope you are all proud of me. I survived. I can do this! Go me.