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Name: chelseaaa.
Gender: Female
Interests:
writing.
music.
sports.
movies.
photography.
theology.
debate.
history.
philosophy.
logic/reasoning.
piano.
rainy days & sunny days.
underground music.
coffee.
traveling.
darkrooms.
open fields of flowers.
black and white.
the night sky.
swings.
theatre.
dancing.
intelligent conversations.
trucks.
reflectors in the middle of the road.
butterfly kisses.
Expertise:
flying away.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
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AIM:  contagiouschelx
Member Since:
2/22/2005
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| I want to update. Nothing really to say, but to say anything would be a step up from what I've been doing. Here goes nothing.
I became an aunt May 25th. My brothers daughter was born. Gracey Michelle. I would be lying if I said she wasn't cute although I normally think newborns are the least cutest things in the world. I didn't want her to be born but alas she came despite my objections & I must admit. She's a cutie.
Finished my school year okay. Lowest grade was a D & that was in my advanced class so my mom let it slip since I had A's & B's otherwise. Not ready for next year so I'm thankful for the 3 month summer in between.
Still a lot of drama but I try to stay huddled in the corner with my hands over my ears. It's not something I'm too fond of. I think you'd have to be insane to like any of it.
I love my car but desire a Ford Escape. Florence is satisfactory but I yearn for New York City, Indianapolis, or even Dallas.
I miss the old days but I've got little to complain over with the new.
<3.
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| I honestly can't believe it's been a year since I last posted. This year has held so much for me. Most bad yet I've learned from them all and they've molded me to who I am right now so I guess I shan't complain. Not saying I wouldn't have changed some things--Like, it'd be nice to have my dad ya know but I guess he didn't need me as much as I needed him. So I'm learning to deal on my own. I remember back when xanga was my life. Every little thing that happened went in here. From stuff with PJ, to issues with myself...school & holidays then my dad. I don't know what happened. Oh well. Maybe I'll try to keep coming back since everyone else flocked to myspace. (I did too but hey. Shut yer face.)
Later
& Love To All.
--Chels.
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| well I'm giving up on love
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'cuz love's given up on me </3 | | |
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The golden sun drops below the line of dusk as the angel of twilight swoops near with her perfections.
Too bad her imperfections weigh her wings to the ground.
I remember the days when I thought I could fly. I'd stand on the edge of my bed with a sheet on my back and scream in fits of laughter because I was going to be the first human to fly without aid from machines or engines. The faith it took for me to believe that was remarkable. But I was a child. The faith we have as children, the way we believe we can accomplish anything...Why does it dissipate the older we get. Why do we slip into the mindset of "If I can't do it it can't be done." Remember when we were famous for banging on pots and pans? When a piece of paper with some glitter on it was a priceless work of art? When a frisbee with some mud on it was the most delicious meal ever made? [okay maybe that was just me but do you get where I'm trying to lead my words?]
We truly are capable of anything. So where is the faith to accompany us? | | |
| Dear Me,
Is it really that hard? If so, why? Please explain this to me sometime soon when it's just you and me.
Sincerely,
Me | | |
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