The Boy Who Cried Wolf

What motivates me to get up in the morning? I know it's that I need to go to work or school, but what makes me feel that these things are important enough for me to drag myself out of bed?
I always wondered what would happen if one day, I just refused. If I simply, calmly told anyone who asked that I do not have anything on my schedule for the next day, the next week, the next month, the next infinity. That I will be staying in this safe, cocoon of a bed and not leaving until I feel the need to do so. Every day that I go to work or school, I subconsciously tell myself that I'm storing up days until I do not do anything. Until I refuse. I tell myself that I am building up days or credit so that when I do stop, I won't look like the boy who cried wolf. I don't think I will ever literally stop doing things. But this comforts me, so it must be a defense mechanism.
Does anyone else feel this way?
There's something terribly confusing about the inner workings of my brain.

one of those whiny blogs

So this blog might not be entirely positive. sue me. I am so stressed out right now guys. My brother is in a coma. I spent all of last night at the hospital and literally did not sleep at all. He is going to be in there for at least a month and then depending on how badly his brain is damaged after, he either won't remember us or will have a completely different personality or maybe won't even know how to talk. This has been going on for a week now and school is so much more complicated because I can't concentrate on ANYTHING and sometimes just don't show up to classes because I feel like I will just end up being rude to people and messing up stuff.
My best friend says that I should send him subliminal messages to make him hip when he wakes up. "Tiiiiiim. You are only allowed to wear cardigans and skinnyjeans. When your neck is chilly, you wear a scarf. You will enjoy thrifting with me and here is a cd containing some of your favorite music. When you awaken we shall attend many shows. Fleet foxes. Annuals are your FAVORITE BAND. We will attend Coachella next year Tiiiiiim."
The other day my mom looks over across his hospital bed and says "Chelsea. What are you whispering about cardigans and moccasins?"
"uhhhhhNothingMom."

Whose idea was it to make a film about Woodstock, and not include any music? That's what I wanna know. Also, who stole a hubcap from my car?

I no longer work at that dreaded shoe store, my friends. My life is grand. I spend my days in classes and my new job is among the books. I love working at a library and may wish to do so for the rest of my life.

I love meeting people that I absolutely adore. I love many of my friends, but it's a rare occurrence for me to meet someone and instantly click with them. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it restores my excitement for life. I think my life is going in a positive direction right now, let's hope I'm correct.

I need the new Noah and the Whale album. I need it. I cannot wait this long. Are you kidding me? I summon it to appear in my hands right now.

DinnerParty (I'm A Little Late)

Whoa man! I procrastinate a lot and then I forget things. Janet tagged me in this dinner party blog game thing! It goes like this:
What would happen if you invited your blog friends to a dinner party at your house?
The questions:
"If you were going to allow us to spend a night at your home, we'd like to know the following:
1. What books are on your favorite shelf?
2. What DVDs are on your favorite shelf?
3. What are your two favorite cookbooks?
4. Select 1-3 recipes you will cook for your special guests.
5. What will we be drinking that's available?


Let me start off by saying that I'm not organized enough to have a favorite shelf of books, they are just stacked everywhere (on my windowseat, in drawers, on shelves, under my bed, etc.) but if I had to pick some favorites, they would definitely be:
















Call me predictable, but don't knock em til you read em. If we were going to watch a movie, it would probably be one of the following (and I am well aware the 500 days of summer is not on dvd yet, let's just pretend otherwise, shall we?)














3. I don't really have cookbooks. Let's order takeout, okay? And then we can bake a cake or something and call ourselves homemakers.
And since I am not yet 21, you can bring the drinks or we can just make smoothies.
Let's listen to MGMT, Devendra Banhart, and the new Noah and the Whale, as soon as it comes out.
Since I have a very limited number of people that read this, I will tag anyone who wants to keep the game going. So, if you read this, I am tagging you. Yes, you! Comment and let me know that you did so I can read it.

wellthankyouJan.

Thanks Janet (http://ninjanewsflash.blogspot.com/) for sending me "The Honest Scrap" award! I can't tag 10 people because I don't have that many on here, but I will do my best.

1. “The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. The recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. The recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers should link back to the blog that awarded them.


1. I still have a disney princess clock hanging in my room. I have never been able to bring myself to take it down.

2. I got really ashamed at how predictable I was, when I logged onto stuffwhitepeoplelike.com and saw the article about moleskin notebooks.

3. I go through weeks where I think that I have agoraphobia, and then the next three or four weeks I am completely social and normal before it starts all over again.

4.I don't know if I will ever be truly successful at anything, because I would rather learn some about a variety of things than be an expert on one thing.

5. I love the Catcher in the Rye and have read it at least 4 times. I also will always love the Perks of Being a Wallflower and get violently upset when people deny that it's a good book.

6. I have this recurring dream that Peter Pan comes. When he comes it's not like a huge thing, it's more like "let's go on a vacation to Neverland". I always wake up with something in my room out of place: an open window, or all of the books shoved off of my windowbox.

7. I don't think I will ever have time to listen to all of the music I want to listen to.

8. The fact that our brains can lose memory terrifies me. Absolutely terrifies me. I get anxiety attacks about it all the time, so I write down as much as I can.

9. I wish that I had the ability to write music and almost think of this ability as magic.

10. I am sometimes incapable of stifling my laughter, I promise I'm not trying to be rude and I honestly cannot control it.

ALRIGHT, here are the people I'm awarding.
1. Stephanie! http://stephanielynnb.blogspot.com/
2. Jeff. http://jefferyfollin.blogspot.com/
3. Anne. http://slagillbagel.blogspot.com/
4. Kaley. http://kaleyelizabeth.blogspot.com/
4. Sara. http://saraellyn93.blogspot.com/
5. Ashlee.http://lifeofashlee.blogspot.com/

what a rebel

I now understand why people drop out of college. It's not out of laziness. If I were to drop out of college, it would be because I CANNOT STAND the idea of being glued to a book and a computer in my own home for 4 hours at a time writing a 13 page paper when I could be doing something that is real and learning from it. Or being stuck in a classroom doing nothing but watching an unprepared teacher talk about things everyone already knows, when I could be out experiencing things for myself. I know that this line is so overused and tired, but now I understand why : I just want to travel. That is all I want. I just want to live in as many different places as possible, and meet as many people and experience as much as I can. Money sucks. Having to earn money, sucks. Does this make me less of an adult? Because the truth of the matter is that I hate responsibilities.

Someone hire me to be a merch girl in your tour. SOMEONE. I am begging you.

Poor Michael Jackson! How tragic. On a lighter note, I went to see this guy!



I hate when people are like "Why did you see Ben Kweller?" I saw him because he is good. Shut up.
He also has excellent taste in opening bands. Well, the Local Natives, particularly. Look them up. They are like Castledoor, only even better, which I didn't know was possible.
It doesn't feel like summer to me, at all.

How different would humanity be if there were one detail in our brains that was different? I was thinking about that today. What if our brains were wired to worry about the concerns of others instead of our own, or to sleep in the day instead of at night? I just think society would be better if everyone wasn't inherently selfish. And I'm not complaining, I just think it would be fun to see what life would be like that way.
I need to stop spending so much of my money on clothes! If I don't stop, I will never be able to move out. What if I end up like 30 years old with an annoyingly full closet and like 2 bucks in my bank account? Oh, the HORROR.

Me= INSANELY jealous of anyone going to Coachella.

My sister is the most hip person I know. She always knows the best places to go for coffee and which vintage shops I will absolutely love. I really am blessed she's my sister. Who knows how uncool I would be without her? I shudder to think.

I have had the strangest urge lately to go dvd shopping and just buy every movie imaginable. And I don't even really care about watching them, I just like the way they look on shelves. I want every disney dvd ever released. I don't think that's unreasonable. When I have my own apartment, I am going to have a disney-themed living room with a huge dvd collection. Mark my words.

the fabulous cinema.

After seeing the movie Taken, I am terrified to travel to any foreign country ever again.I think I'm terrified to travel down the street, actually. In fact, I might just stay at my house and view the world through my window. Yeah, that sounds good. It feels so good to be at home, with my moccasins on and a cup of tea. Is there any way I can get paid to sit here? Cause I think I want to stay here the rest of my life. Or at least until work tomorrow.
I love when people talk and ask questions in movie theaters, like the fellow who was behind me and my friends Anne and Allyson tonight. Let's say his name was Frank.

Frank (during the previews): "Is that a hamster? It's a f*cking hamster. hahahaha. how funny. It's a f*cking hamster? Do you see that? f*cking hamsters."

Frank (during the movie): "Is that the guy's daughter? Wait, who is she? Why is he putting her in the car? Wait. Where did she get that jacket?"

I don't know, maybe you would figure it out if you WATCHED THE MOVIE. Glory be.

Sleepwalking

I awoke today to find my stack of library books scattered all over my floor. I'm terribly sorry, David Sedaris, for disgracing you so. This made me very distraught so I jumped up and stacked them again and put them on my shelf. I then decided to just start getting ready for work since I was already up, so I began to make my bed. While making my bed, I found the library slips with the due date on them, ripped up into a million little pieces and all mixed up in my blankets and sheets.
Conclusion: I am insane.

"Excuse me, do you have this in pink?"
"No, we don't."
"Do you have this, but without the mesh part, in turquoise?"
"No, the only colors we have are on display."
"Oh, okay, so do you have this same shoe, but maybe with some polka dots on the side, or with stripes, in some sort of greenish color?"
"NO."

I guess I don't understand people who ask me these questions because I am such a quiet shopper. When I shop, I want to be left alone, because if I have a question, I will come and find you. So I really don't understand why people feel the need to save their questions until I am ringing up a line of 5 or more people and the phones are ringing.

A man came into my place of work today with dirty clothes and a creepy look on his face. The lady I was ringing up became very nervous so I hurried up and helped her and then asked him if I could help him find anything. In a very business-like tone, he informed me that he needed to leave a message here and it was very important. So I humored him and gave him a piece of paper, because I wanted to see what he was going to write. Mumbling to himself, he scribbled:

"To number one mums. I will be at the liquor store in exactly a week from now. And this is wednesday. So I will be at the liquor store next wednesday. Have a good day mums. your son, __________"

He then handed me the note and said thanks and skipped out of the store.

p.s. Coraline is quite possibly the most terrifying movie I have seen in my life.

My name is Chelsea. I am cynical and sometimes pessimistic, so if you're not then you probably won't enjoy reading anything I write. There is a specific reason I started this blog: I realized how fragile my memory is when we studied it in psychology. And this is terrifying for me because I hate to forget. So I wanted to start recording the things that happen in my everyday life, even though they not be that interesting sometimes. I want to be able to look back and know where my time went, so here it begins.