Friday, May 28, 2010
UGGG
I miss highschool, heck right now i miss my friends and school. I've been home for a few weeks now and just jonezing for that reunion, my best friend helped me move out of school but still miss him. and everyone...I miss highschool
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
WtF----is a book
Shout out to Peter Lerangis, he wrote "wtf" its a good book so far I bought it earlier today and currently have my "bookmark" if you could call it that on page 29 (not alot of time to read)
Anyways time for relevation blabbing...I was shopping with Mom today and decided you know what I've been trying and trying to get my "look" down for ages. I've never tired make up on my own. Mom, never need to teach me, cusions used me as their make over doll since I'm the youngest but that is to be expected. So She bought me some make up today. NO IDea why I wanted it but I do want it.
So, now I've trying to revamp myself again...I haven't gone out much since I got home for Summer but who cares. I wanna make myself feel pretty.
now Relevation....Why do I feel the need to change my appearance so much? Anyone care to venture a guess? Well I figure its because we are always evovling and changing.....
years ago I thought the bowl cut was great for me and getting a close cut (boy style), would look cute after I left the hair salon(Ha,was I wrong) but now I wana be grungy, rocker ish do my hair and wear make up.I like diffrent music and books, I used to read Amelia Badelia now I read WTF and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert another fantastic read btw,....
That's just how I've evolved. It's always me I change into not someone else. I've been infulenced here and there but it's because I chose to let the clebs sway me here or there. Anyways how many people do You knwo that wear bright Neon Yellow converse with sparkly laces or silver sparkle covered one with white laces on a regular basis? I AM ME, right here and right now, IF YOU don't like how I look I dont care, just come back in 20 years and see how I am then ok? NO big deal I'm still becoming who I want to be....I hope you are brave enough to discover who that person is in your own life. Who do you want to be?
xoxo
The Everlasting ME!!!
Anyways time for relevation blabbing...I was shopping with Mom today and decided you know what I've been trying and trying to get my "look" down for ages. I've never tired make up on my own. Mom, never need to teach me, cusions used me as their make over doll since I'm the youngest but that is to be expected. So She bought me some make up today. NO IDea why I wanted it but I do want it.
So, now I've trying to revamp myself again...I haven't gone out much since I got home for Summer but who cares. I wanna make myself feel pretty.
now Relevation....Why do I feel the need to change my appearance so much? Anyone care to venture a guess? Well I figure its because we are always evovling and changing.....
years ago I thought the bowl cut was great for me and getting a close cut (boy style), would look cute after I left the hair salon(Ha,was I wrong) but now I wana be grungy, rocker ish do my hair and wear make up.I like diffrent music and books, I used to read Amelia Badelia now I read WTF and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert another fantastic read btw,....
That's just how I've evolved. It's always me I change into not someone else. I've been infulenced here and there but it's because I chose to let the clebs sway me here or there. Anyways how many people do You knwo that wear bright Neon Yellow converse with sparkly laces or silver sparkle covered one with white laces on a regular basis? I AM ME, right here and right now, IF YOU don't like how I look I dont care, just come back in 20 years and see how I am then ok? NO big deal I'm still becoming who I want to be....I hope you are brave enough to discover who that person is in your own life. Who do you want to be?
xoxo
The Everlasting ME!!!
A Peom inspired by "Make me wanna Die" by the pretty Reckless
Deadly Romance
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My skin is cracking
in the fire. You’ve killed me
by dragging me across the line
my throat cut by the wire.
Walking in the mall
with my famous yellow shoes,
Converses, I saw you.
Your arm around her tiny
leather clad shoulders.
She’d found the jacket
I left at your apartment
that July night. She’s lucky
I didn’t rip her to shreds.
The look on your unshaven
face thought I might.
But no, I waited for you,
come back to your hotel room.
I waited for your hand
to touch the paint speckled
door knob before I shoved
hard on you back forcing
you inside.
You stumble, into the neon
blue couch I picked out.
Your eyes are darting
all over me. Your eyeing
my wild frizz and fringe
My white wash tank top
is tight, I’ve seen
that look in your eyes
before
Your eyes make me
burn up in the light.
I would die for you
I’ve lied and cried for you.
Coming close you whisper
she was to make me jealous.
In passion and anger I press
up against the wounds
I’ve licked. We set fire
to the apartment from that blue
couch where you left me for dead
after our hundredth mistake.
Play with fire and usually
it’s only the person that burns.
You killed me setting the blaze
because I came back again.
I lived and never learned.
by: Me
1:20 am May 18 2010
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My skin is cracking
in the fire. You’ve killed me
by dragging me across the line
my throat cut by the wire.
Walking in the mall
with my famous yellow shoes,
Converses, I saw you.
Your arm around her tiny
leather clad shoulders.
She’d found the jacket
I left at your apartment
that July night. She’s lucky
I didn’t rip her to shreds.
The look on your unshaven
face thought I might.
But no, I waited for you,
come back to your hotel room.
I waited for your hand
to touch the paint speckled
door knob before I shoved
hard on you back forcing
you inside.
You stumble, into the neon
blue couch I picked out.
Your eyes are darting
all over me. Your eyeing
my wild frizz and fringe
My white wash tank top
is tight, I’ve seen
that look in your eyes
before
Your eyes make me
burn up in the light.
I would die for you
I’ve lied and cried for you.
Coming close you whisper
she was to make me jealous.
In passion and anger I press
up against the wounds
I’ve licked. We set fire
to the apartment from that blue
couch where you left me for dead
after our hundredth mistake.
Play with fire and usually
it’s only the person that burns.
You killed me setting the blaze
because I came back again.
I lived and never learned.
by: Me
1:20 am May 18 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Belief...My Beliefs Hope they can shine light on you.
So, I've come to sort of a relevation.
I've always questioned the existance of God but i think i've come to a more solidified view. There so many views a person can have. the circumstances of the life you live determine that.
Well I've realized that weather or not the divine power running everything out there is called God, it still exists i think the easiest and most adaptable picture to condure for that power is "God".
My reasons for beleiving in this power are coming clearer now. I sit in front of my lap top and compose all kinds of detailed stories and poems. Usally people work for days to get inspiration but me. I don't have to think I see one thing and the sparks ignite. It can be an image a sign i drive by anything is a spark. People usally have plans to write a novel. I just type and the words flow. I don't know what comes next each line i wirte.
I think people lose sight of that magical fealing for me its with writing for others it is their own things.
Another reason why i believe is that someone how the firiends i have all seem to fit into my life and my puzzle of a world perfectly when their piece is a color very diffrent then mine. I love them all so much.
The thrid reason which is one more about heaven than god is when i stand at the graves of my lost family and i close my eyes i can feel them. I feel the warmth of their presence and am at peace knowing that they are watching over me. There is a peace in the inspiration out there. There is a magic in the way your friends are part of your life. There is a fullfillment in the idea that those who have gone are with us.
Our world has forgotten those things. We need to hold on to them because everything that they give us gives a bit of order to our lives i think.
I hope that the people in my life know a few things....
1... I love you all, no matter how close we are. I love you no matter if we have fought or cried or annoyed each other. I will always care about you. If you need me I'll do my best to be there.
2... Those who have passed are with us. Just close your eyes and remember the best image of them you have and feel your body let in the warmth and tingles. That feeling is those you love. Or so I beleive.
3... YOU are never alone. You may feel like it but you aren't. If you feel like you see no one you have to be brave and ask for help. Because just reaching out your hand when your blind means eventually you'll touch something to lean on.
If You need me I'll be that thing you need to lean on.
4...God or some higher power exists and is guiding us. How could it not when people like me get inspired. How could it not when the feeling of utter happiness still can feel you up at the random momments of time. How could there not be when you are alive.
5...There is always something to live for. There is a reason you alive no matter what you think. I know and strongly believe that when you go it's your time and if your still alive then you've got something worth living for.
I live and breathe all those things. I hope you can understand.
Oh, and Happy mother's day momma
Love
Chelsea
I've always questioned the existance of God but i think i've come to a more solidified view. There so many views a person can have. the circumstances of the life you live determine that.
Well I've realized that weather or not the divine power running everything out there is called God, it still exists i think the easiest and most adaptable picture to condure for that power is "God".
My reasons for beleiving in this power are coming clearer now. I sit in front of my lap top and compose all kinds of detailed stories and poems. Usally people work for days to get inspiration but me. I don't have to think I see one thing and the sparks ignite. It can be an image a sign i drive by anything is a spark. People usally have plans to write a novel. I just type and the words flow. I don't know what comes next each line i wirte.
I think people lose sight of that magical fealing for me its with writing for others it is their own things.
Another reason why i believe is that someone how the firiends i have all seem to fit into my life and my puzzle of a world perfectly when their piece is a color very diffrent then mine. I love them all so much.
The thrid reason which is one more about heaven than god is when i stand at the graves of my lost family and i close my eyes i can feel them. I feel the warmth of their presence and am at peace knowing that they are watching over me. There is a peace in the inspiration out there. There is a magic in the way your friends are part of your life. There is a fullfillment in the idea that those who have gone are with us.
Our world has forgotten those things. We need to hold on to them because everything that they give us gives a bit of order to our lives i think.
I hope that the people in my life know a few things....
1... I love you all, no matter how close we are. I love you no matter if we have fought or cried or annoyed each other. I will always care about you. If you need me I'll do my best to be there.
2... Those who have passed are with us. Just close your eyes and remember the best image of them you have and feel your body let in the warmth and tingles. That feeling is those you love. Or so I beleive.
3... YOU are never alone. You may feel like it but you aren't. If you feel like you see no one you have to be brave and ask for help. Because just reaching out your hand when your blind means eventually you'll touch something to lean on.
If You need me I'll be that thing you need to lean on.
4...God or some higher power exists and is guiding us. How could it not when people like me get inspired. How could it not when the feeling of utter happiness still can feel you up at the random momments of time. How could there not be when you are alive.
5...There is always something to live for. There is a reason you alive no matter what you think. I know and strongly believe that when you go it's your time and if your still alive then you've got something worth living for.
I live and breathe all those things. I hope you can understand.
Oh, and Happy mother's day momma
Love
Chelsea
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I FINISHED IT....
I FINISHED WRITING MY FIRST NOVEL....OMG, I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. I AM SO EXCITED. DOES ANYONE KNOW A LITERARY AGENT?
Monday, May 3, 2010
All That's Known-----Spring Awakening------The Song of My life
All that's known
In History, in Science
Overthrown
At school, at home, by blind men
You doubt them,
And soon they bark and hound you
Till everything you say is just another bad about you
All they say
Is "Trust in what is written"
Wars are made
And somehow that is wisdom
Thought is suspect
And money is their idol
And nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their Bible
But I know
There's so much more to find
Just in looking through myself, and not at them
Still, I know
To trust my own true mind
And to say there�s a way through this
On I go
To wonder and to learning
Name the stars and know their dark returning
I'm calling
To know the world's true yearning
The hunger that a child feels for everything they're shown
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
And one day all will know
You watch me
Just watch me
I�m calling
I'm calling
And one day all will know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v9Ut1IcEqg
In History, in Science
Overthrown
At school, at home, by blind men
You doubt them,
And soon they bark and hound you
Till everything you say is just another bad about you
All they say
Is "Trust in what is written"
Wars are made
And somehow that is wisdom
Thought is suspect
And money is their idol
And nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their Bible
But I know
There's so much more to find
Just in looking through myself, and not at them
Still, I know
To trust my own true mind
And to say there�s a way through this
On I go
To wonder and to learning
Name the stars and know their dark returning
I'm calling
To know the world's true yearning
The hunger that a child feels for everything they're shown
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
And one day all will know
You watch me
Just watch me
I�m calling
I'm calling
And one day all will know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v9Ut1IcEqg
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