get your tickets now!
It’s that time of year again, to go to the AP tour!
I’ll be at the Pittsburgh show!
Alright, time for a continuation of last night, and a few final thoughts of the year.
I’ve learned some really intense things over the past year. I mean, sure i’ve learned some educational facts and all that jazz, but 2009 was a huge year of learning for me.
I’ve learned: make friends with those who will stick with you at a party, be civil with your roommate, sit next to cute boys in class, say things that are smart,clever,meaningful and honest. Make sure that you don’t forget who you are. High school is so small and insignificant. College matters. Your future matters.
Really crazy things that happened: The deaths of MJ, Patrick, Farrah, and Brittany. It’s crazy how many celebrities died this year. I mean, the whole kayne west/taylor swift thing. Tiger woods has 3285903285 girlfriends, Obama is elected for president, Adam Lambert went crazy.
It’s been a crazy year, and an awesome, yet slightly sucky year. But things will get better, they always do. It’s been a good one, and definitely one you’ll look back on!
love,
chelle
Let’s take a look back at 2009, shall we?
Overall, i think you have to look at every year as a pretty good year. Sure, it might not have been the best, but you’re alive and you’re breathing and life is going on. That’s pretty fabulous if you ask me. For me, 2009 might have been my biggest year. A lot of milestone things happened that are definitely note-worthy.
1. I turned 18: It might not sound like a huge deal, but being 18 is being an official “adult.” It’s not a huge deal in other states, but in good ol’ Pennsylvania, you can buy lottery tickets, and drive after 11pm. haha.
2. I graduated high school: I’ve been in the public school system for over 12 years. the more i think about it, the more i realize that I’ve been in school for the better part of my life. If the world were to end right now, i would have nothing to show for it, other than my education. Graduating high school was a huge deal for me. I grew up. I got out of this town, and moved away to go to college. And at the same time that i was so incredibly happy, i realized that I left behind everything and everyone important in my life. The friends I’ve had, the people who have made impressions, everything. I was no long tied down to this town. And it’s both scary, and exhilarating.
3.I’ve accomplished a few things in the media: This is so creepy and kind of ridiculous, but I’ve actually had some fame-worthy experiences. haha. I’ve hung out with a few bands here and there, in the backyard streets of diesel, talking about music and ending up on their blog. I’ve been on MTV’s It’s on with Alexa Chung, talking about my cat pretending he is a sweater. I appeared on the credits list of Paranormal Activity for demanding it in Pennsylvania. haha awesome.
That’s all for now, I’ll continue when I’m not being sucked in to Xbox games with the family. 
awesome.
I am currently: 1. Listening to “On Your Side” by A Rocket to the Moon, 2. Listening to my cat snore, 3. setting my alarm for 6 am, 4.Typing this
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE.
(in about 15 minutes, it will be Christmas, and I will be stoked!)
So, in honor of Christmas, I feel it’s necessary to promote the following message: You know that really awesome sweater you have that doesn’t fit you anymore? Yeah, well instead of throwing it away, why don’t you take it down and donate it to the SALVATION ARMY. All proceeds the Salvation Army collects go directly to the funding of the Adult Rehabilitation program. It’s really easy to donate, and it really does help people who are less fortunate. Last year I helped out with the Christmas drive that they held which gives toys, wrapping supplies, and food to less fortunate people around the holidays. It’s an awesome place to donate! Go to satruckk.org to find a Salvation Army location/truck near you.
Alright, so if you’re not busy donating items to the Salvation Army and other awesome charitable associations, then you should probably be spending time with your family and friends. Christmas Eve is my second favorite holiday (obviously thanksgiving rates number 1). I think it’s my second favorite because my family’s awesome cooking skills. I know how everyone thinks that their mom is best cook, but my mom and my grandma are the greatest cooks on this side of Pennsylvania. I encourage you to venture to my lovely house, and experience this food. it’s amazing.
Oh look at that, 3 minutes until Christmas. time for my tangent.
I have this really huge obsession with a) A Rocket to the Moon, b)Really awful scary movies and c)CATS.
a) A Rocket to the Moon: If you haven’t heard of them, open a new tab and youtube their music. It’s incredible. I can honestly say that I have never enjoyed a fueledbyramen band more than I enjoy listening to them. I’m a sucker some acoustic brilliance, and this band has it. Nick Santino is like a faux-ginger God. It’s ridiculous how good they are. go listen! now now now.
b) Really Awful Scary Movies: Haven’t you ever just picked up a movie someone said was fabulous, only to find out that it was a shit movie? yes, yes you have. I know i have. I rented Silent hill the other day, which one of my friends claimed to be the best movie of the decade. It blew. It was actually kind of funny that a movie could be so ridiculous. So I got to thinking, this can’t be the only movie to be a complete disgrace to the horror genre. So now I’m on a quest to watch ridiculous scary movies, and rate how awful they are. It’s this weird obsession, and i managed to convince my grandma to go on this crazy mission with me. AWESOME.
C) Cats: my grandma bought me a blanket with 3058902385 cat pictures on it. CATS. It was probably the best christmas gift, ever. I freaking love cats. haha enough said
12:04am: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I’ll see you later.
Good morning/afternoon/evening, depending on where you’re located in the world. Maybe it’s summer where you are, but it’s finally feeling like winter here in Pittsburgh. It’s snowing huge snowflakes, and the wind makes my bones hurt, but it’s awesome. I enjoy winter, not because it feels like Christmas, but because it’s the only season where you can leave physical proof that you exist. I mean, sure, in the fall you can jump in a pile of leaves and make an imprint, but that’s kind of lame. During winter, you can make snow angels and snowman. Your footprints are everywhere, and because of that,winter knows where you’ve been, and where you’re going. It’s crazy to think about it, but it’s true. It’s awesome…
That is all.
It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas
Published December 9, 2009 Uncategorized Leave a CommentBecause i’ve been to hell and back with literature over the past 3 or 4 months, i feel like my mind is always coming up with these intense and quite awkward drafts of my life. Most of the time, they are incoherent thoughts about what i want to do, or who i want to be, or what life is all about. And every time i think that i have something fitting to say, my mind reworks the fragments of thoughts into an interpretation of what i originally wanted to say. It’s kind of really annoying. I feel like im always forced to say something that has a deeper meaning to it. I feel like i’m constantly thinking, “What would Milton say?” and then i just push myself further and further away from my original thought. The moral of this paragraph: literary works melt your brain and turn you into a philosophical and intellectual being. hah.
So, as i somewhat mentioned, my first semester in college is coming to an end. Over the next two weeks, I will have earned 17 credits at the University of Pittsburgh in the School of Arts and Sciences. I guess i feel a sense of accomplishment. I mean, I’m not in high school anymore, and no one gives a shit if I make it or not in college. I’ve pushed myself beyond belief to finish this semester. I originally came into college as a potential biology major. However, I soon discovered that my love for biology was as shallow as a kiddie pool. Don’t get me wrong, i love learning about the immune system and how complex our bodies are, but i would rather cut out my eye than learn about plant defense mechanisms. I also found out that i’m not really good at biology. I can memorize the shit out of my bio book, but when it comes to application, I’m pretty intellectually inadequate. So, I dropped my bio major and decided to pursue a psychology major, which i hands down love, by the way. I’m going to do research on the brain activity in patients who suffer from multiple personality disorder, which will take me to PITT AT LONDON my junior year, hopefully.
If there is one thing i’ve discovered about college, it’s that it’s a lot harder than it looks. sure, waking up whenever you want isn’t that bad, and partying sounds pretty fun, but it’s a lot of work. You live off of easy mac, you don’t have an oven, your mom doesn’t do your laundry, your roommate snores, your best friend has found a new best friend, and hookups are the only acceptable form of a relationship. Not to mention, you devote your time to primarily studying and finding “your spot” in the campus library. It’s a huge wakeup call.
Alright, to kind of go in the opposite direction….WHO IS PSYCHED FOR CHRISTMAS????
I am.
Literally, i am more excited about christmas than anything in my entire life. I think i’ve always loved christmas, but now that i live in the city and see how pretty the city lights are, I have a better appreciation for it. I’ve been listening to christmas music non-stop and i’ve also been tuning into ABC family’s 25 days of christmas! It’s cold where i’m at right now, and snowy, and i’m so ready for it to be christmas. In addition, I’m so excited to go home and spend time with my family. I love my family so much, and i love being with them and being home. I cannot wait for christmas cookies and christmas dinner and seeing old friends.
That is it for tonight. Finals week is approaching, and i’m pretty nervous, but for right now, i’m doing okay.
I love life, my friends, my family, my college, everything.
Goodnight you crazy hucklebucks.
Good evening wonderful world of WordPress.
Before i start ranting about thanksgiving and this past week, I would like to shed light on the subject of Star Trek.
It’s alright if you’ve never seen the original Star Trek, or the newest 2009 movie.
If you’ll please direct your attention to the title of this blog, it completely blows my mind that the quote, “Beam me up Scotty” is never said in any star trek episode/movie. I’ve heard people swear to God that the quote exists in the originals, but it doesn’t. It’s insane. I feel like my entire history of Star Trek has been a lie….haha, wow. LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
Alright, i would also like to discuss my new found love for Spock. Okay, i’ll admit that i’m partially in love with Zach Quinto, which might fuel my love for spock, since he plays him in the 2009 Star Trek movie. Seriously, give me that man with his spock ears and my life will be complete. But seriously, i enjoyed spock so much more in this new movie. He’s a ladies man, for sure, because he’s got that whole “I’m half human” thing going for him. And he’s kind of badass. I mean he’s all about the math and science and being a “nerd,” but at the same time, he’s over there strangling kirk. Badass Vulcan.
Alright, I think i’ll focus the rest of this post on this past week, and Thanksgiving/Black Friday.
I was almost positive that college holidays were going to be 10 times better than high school holidays. Unfortunately, I still have the same days off as my high school, and I had to share them with some kids i used to know, and my crazy relatives. This week was honestly insane. I made it home from college on monday night at 9pm, after driving from Oakland. I walked inside only to realize that my entire family was borderline shit faced drunk. It’s awesome walking in at 9pm and seeing an empty case of beer.
Tuesday, I picked up the album, “friday” by Forever the Sickest Kids. Now, don’t get me wrong, I think they are a fantastic band with really catchy songs, and insanely attractive band members, but this album completely blows. There is nothing WORSE than picking up an album, only to realize that there are only 6 songs on it. They sucked me into buying with the phrase “Part 1 of the weekend series” which, at the time, made me believe that the other 6 or 7 songs were making their way onto another album in the next week or so. In reality, those 6 or 7 songs may not make it out until next year. To be honest, that 8 dollars was not well spent. I could have bought a cheap 90’s movie with that 8 dollars. That would have lasted me longer than 6 songs.
Wednesday was Thanksgiving pre-gaming. We basically cleaned every surface in my house in order to make room for the mass amounts of food that would come out of my kitchen on Thursday. Pre-gaming is a huge event in my house. It’s an all day event which i like to refer to as Thanksgiving eve. Granted, there are no presents, but i mean, the joy that comes with anticipating thanksgiving is enough for me. Alright, I know what you’re thinking…”This girl is an obese creeper who loves food a little too much…what is she, 400 pounds?”
The answer is no, I am not 400 pounds, or anywhere close to it. haha, and I don’t love all food that much. My entire family is really into cooking and baking. they have their own cookbooks and all that jazz, so the food that comes out of our kitchen is fantastic.
Thanksgiving Thursday was awesome. Tons of food, tons of drunken relatives. Football, movies, planning for christmas…you name it. However, thursday also involved a semi-traumatic family experience. My betta fish tried to commit suicide. First off, my relatives are a bit senile, to say the least. My fish was sitting on the halfwall that separates my kitchen and living room, in a cup because his bowl had a crack in it. So my grandpap thought it was his glass, and started to make a drink with my fish…..my mom thought he put alcohol in it, so she dumped my fish in a ladle. She then put him back in another cup and placed him on my dresser in my room.
If there is one thing to note about bettas, it’s that they freak out when you place them in front of a mirror. It’s ridiculous. Without thinking, guess where my mom put my betta…….
in front of a mirror.
I had no idea, so i didn’t think about checking on him before going to my grandma’s house. When i returned home 2 hours later, i found out that my fish propelled himself out of the cup, onto the floor of my bedroom. For 2 hours, my fish was cocooned in dust underneath my dresser. I had to get my brother to pick him up from underneath it. We then presumed he was dead, but my brother thought it would be fun to put him in a cup instead of flushing it…..the fish started swimming as soon as he hit the water……it was a miracle…..
We then realized we were out of water conditioner, so we got in the car and drove to WALMART in the middle of the night….like crazy walmart customers. To make a long story short, my fish survived, and is now safe in my dorm room.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday all meshed together with never-ending football games and drunken parties. It was a great time.
Have a good night wordpress…LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
oh, and a side note: happy 22nd birthday Dougie. I hope it was as amazing as you.
When I was younger, maybe 14 or 15, I didn’t expect things to be like this–especially college.
I mean, I obviously knew that college was going to be a lot harder than anything I was used to, and it was going to challenge me in ways that i had never been challenged. But i never expected it to show no mercy or forgiveness at all. College isn’t all parties and “the best time of your life.” Sure, there are parties, some that are really great and fun, and some that have sweaty frat guys trying to get up on you. But college, for the most part, is academics. Professors don’t give a shit what other classes you have, so they treat you like you only have their class. That means you’re always knee-deep in endless work. Now take into account that you’re not only doing ALL of that class’s work, but you’re doing that much work for EVERY CLASS. Now, imagine taking 5 or 6 classes. It’s rough. It’s honestly like being up shit creek without a paddle.
I’ve always been a straight-a student. I took AP courses. I was on the honor roll every semester, and I graduated as an honor grad in the top 15% of my class of 500 kids. For the most part, I would say i was pretty gifted in the academic department.
And then i get to college, and i’m struggling for a B. All i want in my life is to actually just PASS biology. That’s my realistic goal. It’s really awful right now, and i’m looking like I wasn’t ready for college. This semester has legitimately kicked my ass, but that’s the way freshman year goes. You start realizing that you’re not going to be the smartest kid anymore. Instead, there are 300 kids who are just as smart, and they are sitting right next to you in lecture.
It’s pretty disgusting and not fun. It makes me upset that i’m not getting A’s, and i’m working my ass off. But, luckily the quote, “C’s get Degrees!” is making me feel better.
Have a wonderful night, even if you’re failing classes.
It’s recently dawned upon me, in a really absurd and kind of ironic way, that one of my life goals is to become someone who a lot of people know. And when i mean a lot of people, I mean people not only that i meet in person, but someone who is known for good things across different mediums. I want to be known in person, obviously. If it were possible, i’d like to shake hands with every genuinely good person in the world. But I also kind of want to be known via the internet.
No, i know what you’re thinking, “she wants to be a myspace whore.” No, not at all. In fact, if i ever have the “myspace whore” title, i encourage you to come to my house, if you happen to know where that is at, and punch me in the throat. I’m not looking for online publicity of shameless self-promoting. I actually would like to be known for the words that come out of my mouth. Not insults, or misconceptions, or judgments, or anything. I’m actually a firm believer in Psalm 19:14, which says, “May the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be pleasing in your sight, O lord, my rock, my redeemer.” I’d like to be know as someone who has inspirational things to say that will honestly make someone’s life slightly better.
I think we’ve all been in those situations, where all you need to hear is someone tell you that you’re great, that you are good at who you are, and that you’re going to be okay. I mean, right now, i’m sitting here typing this blog while studying for my third Biology test. I’m at a pretty low spot right now, after attempting to memorize and sift through biology jargon that makes no sense at all. I need someone to tell me that I’m smart, and that I can get a fairly high-grade. You know? I could be that for people.
hmmmph.
Maybe i’ll have something more to say about this, whenever my mind isn’t focused on Biology.
Have a lovely evening, and remember, Life doesn’t happen to everyone, so enjoy it.
Alright, once again i fail miserably at this blog. Aha, can’t I set it to autopilot and just constantly record my thoughts neatly on my hard drive? then again, i don’t think the world is ready for some of the ideas that come out of my head.
To reference back to my last blog, 2 weeks ago, i spent my entire saturday sitting outside the Mellon Arena in the freezing cold weather. The Mellon Arena is this huge concert/hockey/other huge events/ arena in downtown Pittsburgh. And if you didn’t know already, i’m an insanely HUGE Penguins fan. So on saturday they did this thing called “student rush” where if you show up when the gates open, with a college id, you can get hockey tickets for 20 dollars. So basically, my friend and I showed up at 1:30 (the gates don’t open until 6:30) to sit outside the gates, for 5 hours. Now take into account that although we were the second and third people in line, we’re college kids with basically no winter clothes, and no car. Obviously there was no way for us to lug huge chairs on a bus. All we had were blankets, 5 layers of clothes, and an umbrella. We were pretty unprepared for 35 degree weather. I grew up 30 minutes outside of Pittsburgh, so i’m pretty familiar with the weather, and I have never, in my life seen 35 degree weather in October.
So we waited 5 hours outside. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes, we were sitting next to this really annoying girl who couldn’t keep her mouth shut for more than 30 seconds, and we were pretty irritated that it was cold and raining. However, our night seemed to turn out pretty advantageous when we got 5th row from the ice seats that sell for almost 184 dollars. To some degree, my life is complete. hah. and not to mention the sweet eye contact moment with J.Staal. haha LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.
In addition to the hockey game, my friend Amber and I saw PARANORMAL ACTIVITY. for being a poorly produced movie, it was pretty scary. The girls sitting next to us actually ran out of the theater. Now, I’m one of those people who loves scary movies. I’ve only ever been afraid of “The exorcist” for obvious reasons. But usually, i’m not freaked out by any movie. However, Paranormal Activity brought on a new type of fear- ridiculously weird fear. It’s really not hard to produce a BLAIR WITCH type movie. I mean all you need is a couple of half decent actors, a video camera, and mad editing skills. Still, I couldn’t get over the fact that this chick would get up in the middle of the night, and just STAND OVER her boyfriend. I mean, if my roommate ever did that to me, i’d punch her in the throat. The movie wasn’t “OH MY GOD I’M NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN” type of movie. It was a thriller, with a lot of awesome editing in it.
To kind of switch directions, i’d like to tell you about this weekend’s ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW trip. I’ve been going to see a live production of Rocky Horror since i was in 9th grade…so that makes this year my 5th time seeing it. And if you’re sitting there thinking “doesn’t it get old?” the answer is no. Every year you see a new drag queen, and some really frightened n00bz.
This year was my best friend’s brother’s first time. He was a rocky horror virgin, and everyone knows these kids aren’t taken lightly. The narrator…you know the guy without the fucking neck, took him on stage, and “spanked” him in front of at least 300 people. It was epic. I also got to see the infamous thong boy there, with nothing on but a leopard thong. He was accompanied by his drag queen lover, who i’m pretty sure had math class with me a few years back. It’s always nice reconnecting on awkward circumstances.
Rocky Horror is by far one of the best experiences to have. So, if you haven’t seen it, rent the movie, google call backs, and find someone who will have elbow sex with you, while doing the time warp. You will say things you never thought would come out of your mouth. And if you do happen to attend a live performance, you’ll be surprised that the 50-year-old lady sitting behind you is screaming, “Hey Brad! i think there’s cum on the windshield”
These things never get old, ever.
Have a good night.
