What do I want to be when I grow up? Did you ever ask yourself that question? What where your dreams and aspirations? How did you see your life. Is it what you expected? Is it better/worse? Did your dream change when you met that ‘special someone’ or when you got married. Or had a child?
I wanted to be an international jet setter. Stop laughing, I am not kidding. I wanted to be one of those people on TV who got to travel the world and tell people about their 4 star hotel rooms and gourmet food.
Then my dreams changed – I wanted to be a photographer who sleeps on the dirt floor of a hut while recording my adventures in the wilds of Africa.
My dreams changed once again to be a famous pianist that went from concert hall to concert hall performing and having people throw roses to me after my tear-jerking performance.
So what did all of these dreams have in common? I want to travel – to see everything, experience everything. I feel I am missing so much, every minute that passes by is one minute lost that I could be learning something new. So my dreams have been altered, just a bit. I now want to be a teacher – did I loose my once insatiable need to never become monotonous? Nope, because if anyone ever tells you that being a teacher is boring then they are just stupid.
Now being a teacher just might entail me to travel the world and teach in far off exotic places – you never know.
Even though the question of “what I want to be when I grow up” is changed and even if I become just a teacher in little old Texas I will still be growing – and that my friends is what I want, to never stop growing.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
I think I've let myself go
Really, it's true. You see I have for some unknown reason decided to never dress up and hardly wear makeup. I think this is all my boyfriend's doing. He tells lies to me like "you are so beautiful" and "you don't need makeup" I know it's laughable at best. But I have come to subconsciously believe him. For right now, I am in my polo sweat shirt and baggy sweat pants and it is 7:30 on a Friday night ... What happened to getting all dressed up and going out ... hahahahaha. Well that ended some time ago seeing as we are both poor as sin. So now, there is absolutely no need to dress up at all. My boyfriend could care less what I look like, I have no where to go, AND it's a pain in the butt. The reason I am writing this entry is because it has come to my attentions that looks really do matter. You may be retorting my statement while wiping the stardust out of your eyes but seriously folks, it is true. I know because I have done an experiment on the subject. Every day I go to school pretty much in my sweats or scrubs. I might put a little makeup on but hardly any for down here in good 'ol Texas. But one day out of the week I don't have to go to work - so I try to dress up on that day to remember how decent I once looked. On these days I have random people talk to me, boys hold ALL doors for me, and everyone I pass smiles at me. I have decided this is an injustice to ugly people. So to help my fellow tired and worked to death friends who have no time for this silly business of dressing up I have decided to become as ugly as possible. I will wear no makeup. My baggy clothes will swallow me AND I will never, I repeat never touch a blowdryer again! We will see how long this little stance of mine lasts and if it will scare away my boyfriend and possibly my all of my friends. Who needs the shallow bastards anyway?
Candy Crowley <---- who says they only let "smart" people in the game?
“Do all political correspondents have to be hideously ugly?” I ask myself as I watch Candy Crowley discusses the latest CNN news break “And that’s why democrats are the best” she drowns on and on. Then it comes to me – it is not just political correspondents – but all people in politics in general. You see, these people crave the spotlight and are basically attention whores. Seeing as they are all dogfaced individuals, they can’t do something worthwhile like acting or modeling, so they go into politics and discuss pressing matters of the day like which child to leave behind and how many democrats it takes to screw in a light bulb. None by the way because they have raised the taxes so high that no one can afford electricity.
Also, folks, it goes the other way around. Actors and models … the “better” of our society cannot be in politics. If they try, one of two things happens: 1. their beauty mesmerizes us and so we elect them to office under some sort of lemming spell. Or 2. We ignore their pleas entirely and write them off as “liberal pot heads” and “aren’t they cute”
And to further my point I will say my last words on the subject. “Arnold Schwarzenegger” and “Bono.”
Also, folks, it goes the other way around. Actors and models … the “better” of our society cannot be in politics. If they try, one of two things happens: 1. their beauty mesmerizes us and so we elect them to office under some sort of lemming spell. Or 2. We ignore their pleas entirely and write them off as “liberal pot heads” and “aren’t they cute”
And to further my point I will say my last words on the subject. “Arnold Schwarzenegger” and “Bono.”
Sunday, October 15, 2006
My birthday present is burning a hole in my boyfriends giant pocket
Well it has to be giant because it is such a big present. I know for one I certainty can't wait.
Friday, September 22, 2006
words, words, and more words.
It’s 9:30 in the morning and my math teacher is droning on about numbers or something - I don't know I wasn't really paying attention. She finally caught my attention by saying "you know, this formula is not correct because it is disproved by this 'pacific' example." Yes my dear friends, she said "pacific." Was she talking about the Pacific Ocean?
NO.
Was she making a reference to the Broadway show "South Pacific"
NO.
“So why would she say this?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together in deep thought.
Well … my teacher is a very southern lady and by ‘southern’ I mean annoying.
Why is it that people in the South, East Texas to be “specific” ( "I" say specific correctly cuz my momma woudda beat my ass) talk like jack asses?
Here are some of the words that my fellow neighbors say … that just might make me want to tape their mouth up with duct tape (and YES it is "duct" not "duck")
Ok, ok why am I so uptight? "Chill out" you say?
I might have let that little mistake slide … but about 10 min later she says "I don't know, 'supposably' that could work…"
At this point in time I am thinking to myself "YOU have a masters degree?"
Oh well, I must learn to live with the mispronunciation and just be content with sighing and muttering "dat foo don't know jack!"
NO.
Was she making a reference to the Broadway show "South Pacific"
NO.
“So why would she say this?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together in deep thought.
Well … my teacher is a very southern lady and by ‘southern’ I mean annoying.
Why is it that people in the South, East Texas to be “specific” ( "I" say specific correctly cuz my momma woudda beat my ass) talk like jack asses?
Here are some of the words that my fellow neighbors say … that just might make me want to tape their mouth up with duct tape (and YES it is "duct" not "duck")
Ok, ok why am I so uptight? "Chill out" you say?
I might have let that little mistake slide … but about 10 min later she says "I don't know, 'supposably' that could work…"
At this point in time I am thinking to myself "YOU have a masters degree?"
Oh well, I must learn to live with the mispronunciation and just be content with sighing and muttering "dat foo don't know jack!"
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Watch out Energizer bunny – you’ve met your match!
I know some of you are thinking to yourself “wow what an intriguing title, I must read more! This blog entry must be the best one yet!” and while this may be true, I must warn you that the following material may be offensive to some readers, and may contain material unsuitable for some of Chelsea’s “good” friends. See you were right! This IS going to be the best entry yet.
So the story goes like this . . . (dreamy flashback music plays)
Ben and I are walking down the romantic strip of concrete between the two ponds on the UTTyler campus. We stop at the deck area to do a little making out … I mean deep intellectual conversing, when all of a sudden we hear a “thump, thump, thump” in the distance. I push Ben quickly away and glance around nervously. I certainly did not want to be caught in deep conversation by the UTTyler rent a cops! Ben, more than slightly annoyed by our little interruption, looks around to see if he can spot the cause. We see, in the distance, a jogger. Ben and I breathe a sigh of relief, though we are a little flabbergasted by the fact that someone would willingly go jogging at 11:00 at night … or willingly go jogging at all. Relieved, we continue on with our conversation. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see the same jogger jump on top of a 10 ft brick wall. He took a running start and then shimmied himself right over that brick wall. I was amazed, shocked and slightly impressed. Ben scoffed at such an outrageous thing while I made jokes about how “he” should try that, and that would be “hott”.
We decided to dismiss the whole incident to the jogger not wanting to climb the stairs.
“If I could jump over that wall, I would SO not take the stairs” I told Ben seriously/
“HAHAHAHAHAH” Ben says, equally as serious.
Both of us glance up to the wall and there we see the jogger. He is looking ominously at us. Friend or foe – this is the question he seems to be silently signaling to us. I quickly look away not wanting to gawk at this unexplained jogger, who uses the stealth of night as cover. He walks to the stair case and climbs halfway up in a rapid dark streak. He jumps over the stair case again and again, practicing his maneuvers. The sight was magnificent. He was hopping over different things time and again. We stood amazed at the acrobatics of this creature. Man or bunny? We couldn’t tell. All we know about this jumping jogger is that he seemed to keep going, and going, and going….
“I think it’s Batman.” I whispered to Ben
“No, he’s like the energizer bunny” Ben states “on crack … yeah or PCP… yes the PCP bunny, that’s what we will call our stranger”
So if any of you know the whereabouts of the mysterious PCP bunny please call *** *** ****.
I want him for my birthday party.
Thank you for your time.
So the story goes like this . . . (dreamy flashback music plays)
Ben and I are walking down the romantic strip of concrete between the two ponds on the UTTyler campus. We stop at the deck area to do a little making out … I mean deep intellectual conversing, when all of a sudden we hear a “thump, thump, thump” in the distance. I push Ben quickly away and glance around nervously. I certainly did not want to be caught in deep conversation by the UTTyler rent a cops! Ben, more than slightly annoyed by our little interruption, looks around to see if he can spot the cause. We see, in the distance, a jogger. Ben and I breathe a sigh of relief, though we are a little flabbergasted by the fact that someone would willingly go jogging at 11:00 at night … or willingly go jogging at all. Relieved, we continue on with our conversation. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see the same jogger jump on top of a 10 ft brick wall. He took a running start and then shimmied himself right over that brick wall. I was amazed, shocked and slightly impressed. Ben scoffed at such an outrageous thing while I made jokes about how “he” should try that, and that would be “hott”.
We decided to dismiss the whole incident to the jogger not wanting to climb the stairs.
“If I could jump over that wall, I would SO not take the stairs” I told Ben seriously/
“HAHAHAHAHAH” Ben says, equally as serious.
Both of us glance up to the wall and there we see the jogger. He is looking ominously at us. Friend or foe – this is the question he seems to be silently signaling to us. I quickly look away not wanting to gawk at this unexplained jogger, who uses the stealth of night as cover. He walks to the stair case and climbs halfway up in a rapid dark streak. He jumps over the stair case again and again, practicing his maneuvers. The sight was magnificent. He was hopping over different things time and again. We stood amazed at the acrobatics of this creature. Man or bunny? We couldn’t tell. All we know about this jumping jogger is that he seemed to keep going, and going, and going….
“I think it’s Batman.” I whispered to Ben
“No, he’s like the energizer bunny” Ben states “on crack … yeah or PCP… yes the PCP bunny, that’s what we will call our stranger”
So if any of you know the whereabouts of the mysterious PCP bunny please call *** *** ****.
I want him for my birthday party.
Thank you for your time.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
The retards on Mythbusters…rock my world.
I seriously am devoted to that show. There are many great and magnificent things about the show that cannot go unnoticed.
First, the show is run by nerds and is for nerds. And as everyone knows I “heart” nerds.
These nerds, however, are not the normal pocket-protecting, sci-fi watching, William Shatner quoting nerds. These guys are “science” nerds. This means that along with all there other nerdy qualities, they also like to blow things up.
Secondly, the Mythbusters, or Adam and Jamie, as we aficionados like to call them, enjoy blowing things up. There is nothing better than danger, oh wait … there is … nerds in danger.
Third, Jamie is a ginger, and everyone knows that gingers are the spice of life. (No pun intended)
I think that the most important reason for loving Mythbusters is the bonding experience that comes along with watching the show. My friends and I will get together on random afternoons and we will be arguing about what to watch.
“Oh, oh, oh, turn it back Paula Dean is on” says Chelsea
“Nope, let’s watch the ever entertaining CNN” says Ben “I just love that Candy Crowley”
“I hate that fat cow” “look you just passed ‘Prison Break’” says Russell
“Hey” shouts Elizabeth, grabbing the remote, “LIFETIME!”
“porn” mutters Chris
“WHAT?” we all shout.
“Uh … sci-fi, I said SCI-FI!” Chris sputters.
“WAIT! I’ve got it!” Chelsea stands up triumphantly. “Let’s watch MYTHBUSTERS”
Everyone cheers and party balloons fall from the ceiling.
See, I told you… Mythbusters creates lifelong bonds and good friendships.
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!
Thank you Adam and Jamie!
First, the show is run by nerds and is for nerds. And as everyone knows I “heart” nerds.
These nerds, however, are not the normal pocket-protecting, sci-fi watching, William Shatner quoting nerds. These guys are “science” nerds. This means that along with all there other nerdy qualities, they also like to blow things up.
Secondly, the Mythbusters, or Adam and Jamie, as we aficionados like to call them, enjoy blowing things up. There is nothing better than danger, oh wait … there is … nerds in danger.
Third, Jamie is a ginger, and everyone knows that gingers are the spice of life. (No pun intended)
I think that the most important reason for loving Mythbusters is the bonding experience that comes along with watching the show. My friends and I will get together on random afternoons and we will be arguing about what to watch.
“Oh, oh, oh, turn it back Paula Dean is on” says Chelsea
“Nope, let’s watch the ever entertaining CNN” says Ben “I just love that Candy Crowley”
“I hate that fat cow” “look you just passed ‘Prison Break’” says Russell
“Hey” shouts Elizabeth, grabbing the remote, “LIFETIME!”
“porn” mutters Chris
“WHAT?” we all shout.
“Uh … sci-fi, I said SCI-FI!” Chris sputters.
“WAIT! I’ve got it!” Chelsea stands up triumphantly. “Let’s watch MYTHBUSTERS”
Everyone cheers and party balloons fall from the ceiling.
See, I told you… Mythbusters creates lifelong bonds and good friendships.
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!
Thank you Adam and Jamie!
I <3 nerds, and other stupid uses of the <3 symbol
How may people use the symbol <3? not as in "love" but as in the word "heart"? Unfortunately, countless number of people use this on a daily, hourly, every freakin minute. Now, there are several reasons this is stupid and I am going to list them, because I am just that cool.
1. <3 <----- this is NOT a word.
2. the word "heart" is not a verb. Therefore, you cannot say "I heart boys" or "I heart the color pink" or "I heart my breast implants".
3. After the 50th time you "heart" something, it gets REALLY old. If you "heart" something that much then why don't you just marry it.
There are many, MANY phrases that use the word "heart" or the symbol "<3" that bother me. But the phrase that I do not "heart" the most is .... "I <3 NERDS!"
Ok, we get it, we have seen in splashed across countless Old Navy Tees. Seriously, who REALLY "hearts" nerds? Who in there right mind would ever heart someone who looked like this or this?
That is all for today. I know that some of my most awesome friends use the word "heart" as a verb. I love you and I am not saying you are wrong ... but you are.
And I also know a lot of my friends are going to think I am totally awesome for writing this blog entry, because some of them do agree with me on this subject. But if you say to me: "Hey, I so 'heart' your blog entry" or "Chelsea! I 'heart' you for writing that, I could't agree more." Then, I am afraid I will have to stab you with my giant trusty fork.
"I SOOOOOOO heart that fork."
1. <3 <----- this is NOT a word.
2. the word "heart" is not a verb. Therefore, you cannot say "I heart boys" or "I heart the color pink" or "I heart my breast implants".
3. After the 50th time you "heart" something, it gets REALLY old. If you "heart" something that much then why don't you just marry it.
There are many, MANY phrases that use the word "heart" or the symbol "<3" that bother me. But the phrase that I do not "heart" the most is .... "I <3 NERDS!"
Ok, we get it, we have seen in splashed across countless Old Navy Tees. Seriously, who REALLY "hearts" nerds? Who in there right mind would ever heart someone who looked like this or this?
That is all for today. I know that some of my most awesome friends use the word "heart" as a verb. I love you and I am not saying you are wrong ... but you are.
And I also know a lot of my friends are going to think I am totally awesome for writing this blog entry, because some of them do agree with me on this subject. But if you say to me: "Hey, I so 'heart' your blog entry" or "Chelsea! I 'heart' you for writing that, I could't agree more." Then, I am afraid I will have to stab you with my giant trusty fork.
"I SOOOOOOO heart that fork."
Sunday, August 27, 2006
WEEKEND WAS FRIGGIN SWEET
I had mucho fun this weekend with my Ben and other peeps. Although I will say, you KNOW there is nothing to do in Tyler when you go to the movies two days in a row. Both movies were good - to say the least. Which reminds me, if you have not seen "little miss sunshine" SEE IT! IT IS HILARIOUS!!! I know this for sure because only Ben, Russell, Chris and I laughed. The rest of the theatre laughed only at us, because we were loud, and Ben and Chris have funny laughs.
SEE LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!!!!!! I ORDER YOU!!!!!!!!
SEE LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!!!!!! I ORDER YOU!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Today was horrible...
Well my job went better - so that is ok. Unfortunately everything else is screwy. I'm really not sure about anything anymore. I don't know, maybe I am not meant for the life that has presented itself to me. Maybe I am not cut out to be happy. Who knows. All I know is I have been unsure of a lot of things lately and I don't really know how to go about changing them. I have always known what I want for myself. I have always had set goals and aspirations. Now, on the cusp of reaching said goals, I feel as though that is not what I really want. I think the problem lies with me. I think that no matter what happens to me I am going to be dissatisfied. Everything that seems so good and right always seems to become monotonous to me and almost distasteful. What is wrong with me? I know, I know, a lot. Well that's all of my ramblings for today.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
College semester is starting . . . again ... for the 12th time
Well folks, I feel like I am in the home stretch of this whole "college" thing. I mean I have been in "college" now for about 6 years, So I feel I really have the hang of it. I have one more glorious year at the beautiful and refined - don't forget refined, school of UT Tyler. Now this doesn't include student teaching so really a year and a half. But if you compare this to my 6 year total - I only have 1/6 of my college career to go. And thank God for that.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Leaving on a jet plane. Don't know if I'll be back again.
Because the plane might crash and I might get burned beyond recognition and then die from the massive bleeding from my skinless face... or something like that. Well you know what? It is ok because if the plane does crash I have a fool proof plan from my mother.
"If the plane crashes, not saying it WILL, but if it does, crawl along the floor to the exit door."
Ok mom, sure, if my plane crashes I will remember to get trampled on by hundreds of people stampeading to the exit door, whilst tasting the stench of millions of feet from the well traveld floor below. Not that it WILL happen but if it does I will be prepared.
Thanks mom for giving me the confidence I need in order to survive this ordeal. God I love family!
"If the plane crashes, not saying it WILL, but if it does, crawl along the floor to the exit door."
Ok mom, sure, if my plane crashes I will remember to get trampled on by hundreds of people stampeading to the exit door, whilst tasting the stench of millions of feet from the well traveld floor below. Not that it WILL happen but if it does I will be prepared.
Thanks mom for giving me the confidence I need in order to survive this ordeal. God I love family!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
For the love of God . . .WHY??????
am I such a procrastinator? I need to get ready to go see Ben, but every time I think about it I go . . ."eh later" I have precious free time as most of you know - so WHY? I have problems.
Friday, July 14, 2006
I am getting married!
So I got a ring today - and not just an ordinary ring but a beautiful ring the size of my knuckle. does he know my taste or what. Who else in the whole world would know that I would like a spiderman ring for my very own. I'll tell you who - just the cutest boy in the world - Trey.
What woman wouldn't want a bright blue and red face staring at her from her finger?And such a stud too! What other 5 year old has a REAL gaming chair and 4 pairs of awesome sunglasses? I tell you, I am the luckiest woman in the world.
What woman wouldn't want a bright blue and red face staring at her from her finger?And such a stud too! What other 5 year old has a REAL gaming chair and 4 pairs of awesome sunglasses? I tell you, I am the luckiest woman in the world.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Marvelous ... Simply marvelous
I had a smashing time today looking for a mobile home for my parents. Really so MANY to choose from. I asked the lady if there where any designed as a tree house or that you could possibly convert into a tree house. Instead of laughing she goes ... "what do you mean - like an upstairs?" Oh lord, you gotta love Tyler.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Scaring little children is awful
ly hilarious!
Who knew hiding behind a pillar, jumping out and yelling HEY in a scary voice to a 5 year old child could be soooooo much fun?
Who knew hiding behind a pillar, jumping out and yelling HEY in a scary voice to a 5 year old child could be soooooo much fun?
Sunday, June 25, 2006
so today was just another day . . .
You know normal day. I woke up, ate breakfast, went to Wal-Mart, almost got molested, came home, ate lunch, you know the usual.
WHY THE CRAP DO THEY LET PERVERTS INTO WALMART????
Seriously - they should have a screening process or something.
This super creepy 40 year old tried to accost me today, he first just started talking to me and then when I ran away to the other aisle he followed me then he tugged at his pants like he was going to flash me so I really ran away then! And WHERE was my trusty giant of a brother? Nowhere to be
found!
You know if it had been a regular guy with a "hey baby" kind of smile then I would not have freaked out - but this dudes smile was not a "hey baby" kind of smile, it was a "hey I'd like to kidnap you and lock you in my basement" kind of smile.
I swear - all creepy people should just die for the good of society - it should be a law or something.
"If you are this creepy - you must die!"
WHY THE CRAP DO THEY LET PERVERTS INTO WALMART????
Seriously - they should have a screening process or something.
This super creepy 40 year old tried to accost me today, he first just started talking to me and then when I ran away to the other aisle he followed me then he tugged at his pants like he was going to flash me so I really ran away then! And WHERE was my trusty giant of a brother? Nowhere to be
found!
You know if it had been a regular guy with a "hey baby" kind of smile then I would not have freaked out - but this dudes smile was not a "hey baby" kind of smile, it was a "hey I'd like to kidnap you and lock you in my basement" kind of smile.
I swear - all creepy people should just die for the good of society - it should be a law or something.
"If you are this creepy - you must die!"
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