<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:43:12.957-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='boxes'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Broken Hearts'/><category term='forever'/><category term='laughing'/><category term='fun'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Women'/><category term='dating'/><category term='happy'/><category term='work'/><category term='Hopes'/><category term='Conspiracy'/><category term='Men'/><category term='crazies'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Chelsea Vs. World</title><subtitle type='html'>A Vent. Simply a Place where i can let it all out.  And feel Creative. :]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-665293476723954764</id><published>2009-01-22T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:17:17.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend of My Life...Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soooo. haha. this weekend was brilliant at the least. it was basically the best ever. Because. my good lovens Emmy came to visit mi casa. Mel and I picked her up on Friday and drug her to [dragged, not drugged] a gay rehearsal for the upcoming musical. the musical isn't gay, but it was a boring rehearsal. so then, we attempted to go to a haunted house, but that didn't work out very well, because some gay guy [don't know if he was actually a gay but....] he like, kicked us off the property which was SUPER rude. but aw well. Then we went to Aquarius and watched Ace Ventura; When Nature Calls and all of us laughed so hard, me, jay, emmy, jonny, miko, jocelyn, and bailey. it was good times then we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On. Saturday we got ready for the day [emmy and i] and then went to Amelia and Melissa's house, and got a dress for Emmy to go to the dance that night, in. because i had to work. so she was going with Melanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then, that night, we went to Shari's with the Edwards crew. which was entertaining. and basically a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then on Sunday we went to church as normal and then came home and just chilled untill we went to my sister's house and played a good amount of video games. mwahaha. twas fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, Monday was our busy day. because we had so many adventures planned. FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXleUUa27hI/AAAAAAAAARA/lKAa2ajHigY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294366540122484242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXleUUa27hI/AAAAAAAAARA/lKAa2ajHigY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made breakfast, Waffles and Waffle sauce. was soooo delicious. and we were glad we started our day like that :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went to a movie and saw a scary one which i will not mention for personal reasons. hahaha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went home to cut hair. we cut emmy's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXleIqna34I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FLyCnhk8fOI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294366339922321282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXleIqna34I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FLyCnhk8fOI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Emmy  Pre-Hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldl4Ntz2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/4BcOl7bPy8E/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294365742277185378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldl4Ntz2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/4BcOl7bPy8E/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Emmy Post-Haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldbbIkXpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4-rDk5OJ2ZE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294365562672275090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldbbIkXpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/4-rDk5OJ2ZE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Pre-Haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldQJNsf8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8WowGfNaoZs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294365368883380162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXldQJNsf8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/8WowGfNaoZs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jay Post-Hair cut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i also cut melissa's hair but the pictures didn't turn out the way i wanted them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlcme-_pSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sPb0HwR7El0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294364653172794658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlcme-_pSI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sPb0HwR7El0/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then we went to a show at the Venue; My Children My Bride, The Human Abstract, Protest The Hero, and As I Lay Dying. which was Super Rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlcawDHQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-QYtjaCKkWE/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294364451595043730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlcawDHQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-QYtjaCKkWE/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is us stoked to Mosh it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlarJFwCiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wUpKSrS7d0g/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294362534171642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlarJFwCiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wUpKSrS7d0g/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our Group. :] yay.  Tom, Jonny, Rey, Emmy, and Chelsea.  Jonny looks ticked. :] haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlaHX4b_2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/D7EevQYPKmA/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294361919667044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlaHX4b_2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/D7EevQYPKmA/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The Human Abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlZ-HZ8NkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WBVVA-MZ99Q/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294361760625342018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlZ-HZ8NkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WBVVA-MZ99Q/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I Lay Dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then on Tuesday we went to escuela :] hooray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's them at lunch. they look so enthusiastic. mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlZLLCCNqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NJk7IUtEioA/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294360885425485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXlZLLCCNqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NJk7IUtEioA/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mel, Emmy, and Jonny. :] i took the picture obviously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Basically it was the funnest and we had so many adventures. and we have no doubt that we have many more adventures that lie ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-665293476723954764?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/665293476723954764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-weekend-of-my-lifeever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/665293476723954764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/665293476723954764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-weekend-of-my-lifeever.html' title='Best Weekend of My Life...Ever'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SXleUUa27hI/AAAAAAAAARA/lKAa2ajHigY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-2774485768876714891</id><published>2009-01-11T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:40:27.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i cannot stop taking pictures of others now that i've started. here are a few from rehearsal the other day :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqe2M1p4sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Pj0Jayzg97o/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290215366296462018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqe2M1p4sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Pj0Jayzg97o/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're so cute. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqegFO2moI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xAZOwNG0y14/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290214986297547394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqegFO2moI/AAAAAAAAAPg/xAZOwNG0y14/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Men in DREAM they're funnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqcXIGAqWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B2eqgs3b48k/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290212633423685986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqcXIGAqWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/B2eqgs3b48k/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; all of em cept curty :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqbYNL0IJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/35crXi17vFA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290211552458449042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqbYNL0IJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/35crXi17vFA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bailey is basically the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaeWZ_bCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fV6xBPKPbhg/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290210558501415970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaeWZ_bCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/fV6xBPKPbhg/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This boy is the cheese to my macaroni. He's my favorite :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaMceXpFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GxiAXhUAK1w/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290210250892747858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaMceXpFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/GxiAXhUAK1w/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Bailey actually took this one...but it's a good'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaEmK2VDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uCMVHRciztU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290210116056273970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqaEmK2VDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uCMVHRciztU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He's so handsome. omgsh. :] i mean...look at that face. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZudkoCqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5epzGTZdGC8/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209735791348386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZudkoCqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5epzGTZdGC8/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; JAYYYY. is basically the funnest model in the ENTIRE world. tree hugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZPC9AeAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WkFlOkpb5kY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209196069910530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZPC9AeAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WkFlOkpb5kY/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He's so easy to work with this one is so legitimate. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZBmzTTYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CbfuJdcHcWc/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208965174709634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqZBmzTTYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CbfuJdcHcWc/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ok...ultra cheese. buttttt check out the freaking hip shading around his eyes and it makes this photo so chic' :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqYyEIm-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TOHw3U6j45s/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290208698170800530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqYyEIm-ZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TOHw3U6j45s/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the movement in this picture is UN-BEE-LEAVE-ABLE! :] haha go jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4qD0lylI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/piswEmGqC_I/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173376275794514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4qD0lylI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/piswEmGqC_I/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, miko. :] He's a crazy kid...but his facial region works well with the camera :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4cOrsWNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLoxrlT_QS0/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173138673096914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4cOrsWNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/RLoxrlT_QS0/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister says he looks like a movie star...and i agree...and since that's what he will be eventually...it's a good thing to know he's got the look :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4VnS3V1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/D58IllTfpJ0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290173025020761938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWp4VnS3V1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/D58IllTfpJ0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad says this one is a little more Elton John. :] hahaha. mike's not gay tho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically...i am on a photo rampage... and i'm loving it. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-2774485768876714891?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2774485768876714891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/2774485768876714891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/2774485768876714891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWqe2M1p4sI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Pj0Jayzg97o/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-7212307067944976194</id><published>2009-01-07T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:31:05.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWroSvX7kI/AAAAAAAAANo/fwmNzMkma3Q/s1600-h/Reaching-Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288822046130171458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWroSvX7kI/AAAAAAAAANo/fwmNzMkma3Q/s320/Reaching-Out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man oh man, how a smile can help someone get through a day. I have just been the victem of extreme kindness today, this very day. More than once, and what a difference it makes, and what an example it is to me, to just try to reach out to the people, who are your friends, but not in your inner circle, we always talk about how everyone needs to reach out to those who have no friends, or who look like they've had a bad day, and we should, completely, but what about those people who have friends, or don't look too bad off, we should reach out to them, because they'll notice. I promise they'll notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those people just made my day, so much better. Thanks, and props to them for reaching out to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-7212307067944976194?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7212307067944976194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/reaching-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/7212307067944976194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/7212307067944976194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/reaching-out.html' title='Reaching Out'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWroSvX7kI/AAAAAAAAANo/fwmNzMkma3Q/s72-c/Reaching-Out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-676468774460876931</id><published>2009-01-07T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:21:34.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Decided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWnGcdn8ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/3B6eRUIJ0r0/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288817066578014610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWnGcdn8ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/3B6eRUIJ0r0/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just decided that i'm gonna write two songs for my choir finals. I was going to just pick two regular songs and have someone accompany me. But... i decided that i have so many feelings and thoughts going through my mind that i just really need to get them out somehow, whether it's blogging, journaling, venting, writing, or singing. I might as well try all the different sources available to me, so i can efficiently mull over all the crap that's been happening and that i've been thinking about. I'm really excited. I love to write, and it really helps me express myself. I just hope i will be able to portray my thoughts and emotions through whatever it is that i'll write to the point that the people listening will understand what i felt. Or, if not, at least be touched by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last time it worked out so nicely with the kindly assistance of my good friend Kristi, so i'm crossing my fingers as i go solo with this adventure. But then again, those are my favorite. Who would we be, if we weren't up for a little adventure?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-676468774460876931?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/676468774460876931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/676468774460876931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/676468774460876931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-decided.html' title='I Just Decided'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWnGcdn8ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/3B6eRUIJ0r0/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-8302288279943497787</id><published>2009-01-07T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:01:41.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Soooo, today, well, was an interesting day, one of the most interestingest ones i've seen in a good long while :]  It was classy, yet daring, and highly hilarious.  All because of my friends. They make my life what it is. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-So first off, i went to school. blahdy blahdy. Then rehearsal which was pretty legit actually. But besides the obvious... Since i'm going into photography and graphic design, my good friends have been letting me use my ideas on them. God bless their hearts. :]  So i went on a spree...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806096887780034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWdH7LqksI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gLly2DjIKBA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-Mike and Mel have really awesome photo chemistry, it made it reeeeal easy to take these :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806301284478866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWdT0nor5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SxLDOaOEXQc/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-This one...hahaha, mel is so serious, which i love and then bailey is just a creeeepster in the back...classy, always classy. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806540136635234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWdhuabW2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Sluavs10tZM/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Melllllll. whew. all i gotta say is that she is one heck of a model. she's angelic. and i love her. :] mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-SO thennnnnn, we left on a rampage with a list of things to do and not sure how to do all of them, it was I, Mel, Kristi, Bailey and Jonny. So a girl's night out....plus a man. :] hahaha...we stopped at walmart to casssh my check :]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288806697000827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWdq2xw-PI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iTRUPC4FfOs/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Things got a little hairy as you can imagine...we were all frightened...jonny most of all :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWf0iDyXDI/AAAAAAAAANY/OKyPGGEliVQ/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288809062261218354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWf0iDyXDI/AAAAAAAAANY/OKyPGGEliVQ/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Then, i had these four, free frosties, so we took advantage and turns out...they were baby frosties...course...they were free. So we enjoyed our frosty shots! mwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWfqHZqRGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60kbnRcwrhE/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288808883306513506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWfqHZqRGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60kbnRcwrhE/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Then we went to dorsey music to get mel some sheet music. and of course they humored my photography creativity. they're the best :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWfa5TPONI/AAAAAAAAANI/Tzq-MS8Lg1I/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288808621823441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWfa5TPONI/AAAAAAAAANI/Tzq-MS8Lg1I/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Then mel and i had to check our schedules and whilst we were away, Bailey got frisky with FREAKING BEN STILLER! i never woulda guessed. but she was swooning pretty hard when we whitnessed that which is TROPIC THUNDER! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWeqZ60HqI/AAAAAAAAANA/iQGZEHsdvp0/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807788765781666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWeqZ60HqI/AAAAAAAAANA/iQGZEHsdvp0/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is going to be a tradition i think...the corners on the waiting benches at Red Robin are so secretive...like little cubbies :] we love to hide in them.  as you'll notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWeRVLfL2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5NsgaXEAeok/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807357996805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWeRVLfL2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5NsgaXEAeok/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And jonny just hides behind menus..but it's all good, they were SUUUUCH good fries and onion rings...we ate 2 pounds of fries and one standy thing of Da Rings. they were pretty much tastalicious. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288807084282023970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWeBZgzECI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Vq_on3Wvvyg/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Bailey was oh-so-excited to sit by kristi, butttt kristi had other ideas about that. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Basically my day was pretty crazy with these kids. they make my life so bearable i can't hang out with them with out having a ball. it's sooper annoying when i wanna be angry. jk. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-8302288279943497787?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8302288279943497787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8302288279943497787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8302288279943497787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWWdH7LqksI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gLly2DjIKBA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-268514240082701882</id><published>2009-01-06T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:06:08.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWQ3vYBTijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iZ5nSCgxWxE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288413149481110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWQ3vYBTijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iZ5nSCgxWxE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the other day my dad was shoveling snow, and this little 8 year old girl stopped at the bottem of our drive way and said hello, my dad was like...alright, hey. she asked if he wanted help.  it was soooo cute.  i snuck these pictures...probably because i feel bad that it wasn't me out there helping my dad, and some random cute little girl replacing me....:[ oh well. it made for cute pictures ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-268514240082701882?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/268514240082701882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/268514240082701882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/268514240082701882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-little-helper.html' title='Random Little Helper'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWQ3vYBTijI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iZ5nSCgxWxE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-8150050969464019722</id><published>2009-01-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:11:18.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazies'/><title type='text'>Boxes and Bowling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the other day at work, i was working the morning shift; 10 - 5, and we were stocking everything like cups and lids and crap like that. Anyways, the cups come in big boxes, and i was standing by one talking to my work buddies, and i look at my friend Ashley, and i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Ashley, why don't you get in that box right there?" and as she's getting into the box she says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm not gonna fit" she's a liar. So She gets both legs in the box and attempts to sit down, when she sits on the back of the box and bowls over backwards! Knocking her head on the counter!  It happened so fast and was so unexpected that we all just busted up laughing! We were laughing so hard we couldn't breath and poor Ashley was pinned between her folded legs in the box and the counter where she'd landed!  We were trying to help her up but everything was difficult mid fits of laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLloa2HlmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kGn9TzO5mjs/s1600-h/l_bf8985fe5b034c72924286fbf79d3f63.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041395050223202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLloa2HlmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kGn9TzO5mjs/s320/l_bf8985fe5b034c72924286fbf79d3f63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLlcYsiSkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7xV9DKlY-gg/s1600-h/l_940a83b16a774799851c8a86d6c00ffa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041188314729026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLlcYsiSkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7xV9DKlY-gg/s320/l_940a83b16a774799851c8a86d6c00ffa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Finally, we get her outta that box and our buddy Max comes around the corner, i look down at the box, over at Ashley, and then at Max and say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Max, why don't you get in that box right there?" He looks at me with a funny smirk and struts over, cleaner in hand, like he can do anything.  He climbs into the box just like Ashley, and then as soon as he sits down, he snags the back of the box and he bowls over too!  We all are laughing uncontrollably now and his frighten face goes backwards!  As soon as his head hit the floor it was like a trigger, exploding his legs upward and the box splits in two places, leaving Max sprawled on the ground on the flattened box, and all of us girls falling over laughing. He gets up, cleaner still in hand and red-cheeked walks away to go clean something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLlWbB15TI/AAAAAAAAALw/HxirtHYYnmM/s1600-h/l_e58e5df58f534f35981769cd15463515.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041085861750066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLlWbB15TI/AAAAAAAAALw/HxirtHYYnmM/s320/l_e58e5df58f534f35981769cd15463515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We have crazy times like this at work ALL THE TIME! I can't get enough of these crazies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;man oh man. it was the best day of my freaking life :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-8150050969464019722?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8150050969464019722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/boxes-and-bowling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8150050969464019722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8150050969464019722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/boxes-and-bowling.html' title='Boxes and Bowling.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWLloa2HlmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kGn9TzO5mjs/s72-c/l_bf8985fe5b034c72924286fbf79d3f63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-8187657370787583021</id><published>2009-01-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:36:11.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Your Late Night Booty Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWK0YW4gWiI/AAAAAAAAALo/tPdhai_u2Po/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287987243038824994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWK0YW4gWiI/AAAAAAAAALo/tPdhai_u2Po/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So...everyone knows me and Rey broke up right?  Ok, cuz on one hand, people are super suprised, and on the other hand, people are super excited.  wtf?  excited?  who are these people.  I really just need time to chill and have guys leave me alone. the only guys i can handle are my main guys, there's a couple of em that are just always there for me, so all the other ones can go jump off a bridge. :] safely as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sound so angry, i'm not, hahaha. i'm actually really happy, i just noticed these random creepy guys myspacing me, and then this one kid that is kinda weird at my school. so otherwise i'm actually just exaggerating....isn't it wizard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-8187657370787583021?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8187657370787583021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-your-late-night-booty-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8187657370787583021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8187657370787583021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-your-late-night-booty-call.html' title='I&apos;m Not Your Late Night Booty Call'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWK0YW4gWiI/AAAAAAAAALo/tPdhai_u2Po/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-5502855709732314112</id><published>2009-01-04T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:01:30.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love Like That.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWGeuoKoc4I/AAAAAAAAALg/nzYvj-T1l1M/s1600-h/700B050Eauj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287681961402856322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWGeuoKoc4I/AAAAAAAAALg/nzYvj-T1l1M/s320/700B050Eauj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I want a love. A precious love that comes only from two hearts beating to the same beat. I want a love where both people are completely themselves, and have nothing to hide. A love where you can be silly and laugh about nothing. A love where you can express yourself and be mad if you need to be. A love where i can be me, and have him love me no matter what. I want a love where you're brashly proud to be loved by this person. Where you can do nothing and have a ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want this, and people get mad when i end relationships for my own reasons, if it's not working out, i'm gonna end it, sorry. I love to meet people, and date, but for the love of everything good and holy can i just have fun, not everything has to be serious, i am to young to be serious, i don't wanna&lt;em&gt; find &lt;/em&gt;the one i'm supposed to be with, i want him to jump outta no where and take me by suprise, even if he's been there all along. Who knows? These are things i want to figure themselve's out. Thank you very much, and when they do, i'll be ready for them, which i clearly am not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is for living, and that's what i plan on doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-5502855709732314112?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5502855709732314112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/5502855709732314112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/5502855709732314112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-like-that.html' title='Love Like That.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWGeuoKoc4I/AAAAAAAAALg/nzYvj-T1l1M/s72-c/700B050Eauj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-6711303016598214902</id><published>2009-01-02T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:51:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV62CTfu_aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g_8Mut5eP8s/s1600-h/Des-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286863163288911266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV62CTfu_aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g_8Mut5eP8s/s320/Des-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How "Spot On" did Lady GaGa get with this song?  Seriously, her metaphor is brilliant.  Every woman has a "poker face" persay.  We all, as the female sex use some form of coy to lure in the men, which isn't always a bad thing, but it's a dangerous game to play, because you could lose everything.  Hearts aren't simple things, they're not meant to be broken, and yet it seems, that's all that's happening.  Women have such a powerful tool, or influence on decisions men make, and it's easy for them.  Just, understand how men work and apply your poker face and Miss, you have all the power  you need.  Women use this however they want, and rarely let men see beneath their "poker face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker faces work two ways, one, to be used as a lure only, and be discarded as soon as they have their man,  and two, to be used as a lure, a tease, a coy, and to keep going to keep men interested to the highest extreme, as soon as the chips fall, she's gone, and the man is kept dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous, tactful, useful, and powerful.  All women have them, just not all of them are aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-6711303016598214902?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6711303016598214902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/6711303016598214902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/6711303016598214902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV62CTfu_aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g_8Mut5eP8s/s72-c/Des-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-3092745898263739276</id><published>2009-01-01T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:58:03.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emotional Bonds Are Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV2dKe4tWuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mxyF8kJjNxQ/s1600-h/free1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286554341018000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV2dKe4tWuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mxyF8kJjNxQ/s320/free1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Liberating feeling is new and suprising.  I can move in my own skin with confidence for the first time in a long time.  I feel like there's a part of me that's changing and i'm not sure what it is yet, but i am sure it will come in time.  I don't even care, as long as i feel like this i could do anything and laugh about it.  There's a change inside me that i can't explain, it's the equivilent to stretching out on the warm summer carpet, when the sun rays come through the window and hit your face, its so relaxing and sweet that you laugh.  I'm laughing people, and i don't plan on stopping.  "the world is a playground, we know it when we're kids, just somewhere along the way we forget it"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this.  I'll fight for it.  I won't give it up.  No one can take it from me, I don't need anyone to make me happy.  I make me happy.  and i'm confident in that.  i don't need no man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-3092745898263739276?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3092745898263739276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-bonds-are-broken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/3092745898263739276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/3092745898263739276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotional-bonds-are-broken.html' title='The Emotional Bonds Are Broken'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SV2dKe4tWuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mxyF8kJjNxQ/s72-c/free1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-3213397402376458124</id><published>2008-12-30T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:01:45.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conspiracy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Hearts'/><title type='text'>The Conspiracy That Is Men And Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWAGbGyr0nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tX9TBGANlqA/s1600-h/ahasimplelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287233025282396786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWAGbGyr0nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tX9TBGANlqA/s320/ahasimplelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's Face It. Women and Men are completely different. We all know that. Men have one track minds, while women on the other hand can drive, talk on the phone, put their shoes on, order fast food, and think about what she needs to pack for her trip this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men are supposed to be the pursuers, they're supposed to make the first move, make the first call, do the first everything. Yet, it seems like they don't always get that, sometimes they need a little motivation, which is quite annoying since it's predetermined that it's their job in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women are supposed to be the sweet ones, very ladylike, and a little air-headed.  She's supposed to make eye-contact then quickly look away, be polite, calm, peaceful, and wooed.  Yet, it seems like &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; don't always &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; that.  Women now-a-days are found to be more brash, outgoing, commanding, and powerful.  They are more often making the moves, and taking control, leaving the men to grow accustomed to the women also making the first move, or splitting for dinner, or calling first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this is fine, and was bound to happen, but then we have those situations where the guy makes the move for his gain, and the woman puts her heart into his facade.  She is left to pull petals off of flowers, relying on a small chance that the petals will land how she wishes, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; that they'll actually have any effect on whether or not the guy will follow through with the "loves me." Most likely he'll end up another "loves me not" in a pile of petals that keeps growing with broken hopes, wasted nights by the silent telephone, and withered faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I'm saying is that men need to do their pre-determined part and women need to not get their hopes up on every Tom, Dick, and Harry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-3213397402376458124?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3213397402376458124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/conspiracy-that-is-men-and-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/3213397402376458124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/3213397402376458124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/conspiracy-that-is-men-and-women.html' title='The Conspiracy That Is Men And Women'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWAGbGyr0nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tX9TBGANlqA/s72-c/ahasimplelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-4296832808834662202</id><published>2008-12-30T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:08:42.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd Honestly Think We Were Smarter, Wouldn't You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVpwIUA2pLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWifftzaDSg/s1600-h/6om6v54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285660400786252978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVpwIUA2pLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWifftzaDSg/s320/6om6v54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Idiots in Fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285660054308465122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVpv0JSHKeI/AAAAAAAAACw/biID6f6btkU/s320/l_22d16144768b434bac64be352d66b31a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Alrighty Then. :] You'd think that we wouldn't take pictures while i'm driving when i'd been in two accidents that day, but...alas, pictures for myspace are more important than our well being, and don't argue about it with us, because we're ALWAYS CAREFUL, obviously. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;But seriously, we should probably be concerned, and you should too, because we need to sort out our priorities. Majorly. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVpwIUA2pLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWifftzaDSg/s1600-h/6om6v54.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-4296832808834662202?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4296832808834662202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/youd-honestly-think-we-were-smarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4296832808834662202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4296832808834662202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/youd-honestly-think-we-were-smarter.html' title='You&apos;d Honestly Think We Were Smarter, Wouldn&apos;t You?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVpwIUA2pLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sWifftzaDSg/s72-c/6om6v54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-275349382519350690</id><published>2008-12-29T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:51:22.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitty Thangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVnKDcS5RyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xhlvh609HvE/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285477798179850018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVnKDcS5RyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xhlvh609HvE/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fifty things that make me, me. No Specific order, they're people, places, things, experiences, etc. So. here goes. [whew]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Kujo - my poor dead dog...he was a dream come true and now he's gone. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Journaling - because it helps me get my thoughts out and review my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285709965294451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqdNWMeOzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D4D-52CO6aU/s200/th_Composition_Notebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Kristi Critser - because she keeps me grounded and sane. i wouldn't be the same with out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285710200031259842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqdbAqFrMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ojwhKHcJyis/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Myspace - what else would i do with my spare time? or my entire life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285711406004535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqehNQhgFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u1gDbkiFxBk/s200/4fb144ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. KFC - because now every other job is like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285711748965716114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqe1K410JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_xXBBk8Mg3U/s200/297771170_4f0b5f13de.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Primos - because my preffered tastes have changed and expanded for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285712127185946450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqfLL3kh1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Bl5hSIztDmY/s200/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Trampolines - i don't think i'd be as quirky as if i'd never had that concussion. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285713374184513074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqgTxTMnjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JiiBdZHDUQI/s200/6735.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Kody Hansen - because he changed my heart. I've never been the same, i'm careful with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heart now, and not with other's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285713764273831778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 22px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqgqefvP2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/bO4Gf9C4Sq8/s200/th_thpixels.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. Root Beer Barrels - because if i'd never been caught, i'd have been a liar my whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285714315286713810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqhKjLcldI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-iRChfKptCc/s200/th_ShariROOTBEERBARRELS3Dimage01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. Miko - i'd be SOOOO mormon without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285714481111843506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqhUM7PQrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L0h2N_a2_ik/s200/m_c88866609a989dc0a4fa18c69875fd75.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11. Ms. Jessica T. - You changed my look of best friends, and showed me new worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285714625788442802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqhcn40-LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nbL0GynFqjs/s200/m_6e9e20c33966e8b20f3eaad7fcca7323.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. Joey Zamudio - never breaks traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285715146425703970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqh67abHiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRy5PRFyAiw/s200/l_c560b0f1dfd45bf1d8ab6a7cccf02f45.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13. Warts - When i was younger, because i needed more to be concious about. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. Dogs - my first love, i've never loved deeply since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;15. Super Bad - First Bad movie EVER, and i've gone down hill since. Bravo. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285715593266424434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqiU8BjanI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zLDoDf9lAQI/s200/superbad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;16. Danielle Dean - She's an example, always in the back of my mind, to be kind to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17. Haunted World - Scarred shitless never felt so good. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285715933351222930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqiou8FnpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Rfy3aIuGOq0/s200/09-26-08_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;18. Thomas Newby - i like to be open minded and stubborn thank you. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19. Daddy - because he teaches me things most people don't even know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;20. ma - because who else would be so funny without even knowing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21. Kyle - we're so alike and such a bane to each other..but i love him sooo much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;22. Sarah - i've wanted to wear slippers outside since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;23. Shantel - if we weren't sisters we wouldn't be friends. so i'm glad we're sisters :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285717238340072802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqj0sZrNWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cs2D23X2CR8/s200/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;24. Tom - because i'd be lucky to marry someone even a tenth as amazing as Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;25. Bradley - i needed someone to be my friend when i was so much younger. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;26. Paulina - I've never laughed so hard in all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;27. Charlie - I've never loved a child so much. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285718029183985234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqkiuhjplI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FqW3RCJ3mL8/s200/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;28. Phone - because i love being able to communicate quickly and efficiently :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;29. Lagoon - the place i've had the most, best times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285719282876158962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqlrs5EE_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/YAhsUee8guU/s200/colosus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;30. Crying - because my soul needs some way to be cleansed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31. Jonathon Robert Monasterio - How many heartaches and good times will it take? hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;endless amounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285719843035263346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqmMTpZsXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WJZh5eMxf5E/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;32. Debonair - oh how we attempted. he he...it changed our outlook on productivity and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;time crunches. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285720158007390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqmepAm7zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/A4vzz7XLv8c/s200/l_5a5a3e620edf2b6532e3a7ea979afe37.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;33. Gum - an extra boost of self confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285720818153449186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqnFEPsZuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JdUq4gg4qQQ/s200/gum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;34. Music - Because it's my world, it helps me feel better about things, and helps me get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;through the hard times. I seriously don't know where i'd be without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;35. Relationships - because i've had one for every year i've been alive...and more, it's starting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to get ridiculous, but that's how we grow, and learn who's perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;36. Win a Date With Tad Hamilton - Because it taught me to be careful who i think i'm falling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in love with, when my real true love might actually be close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285722330514859682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqodGOwJqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/069IUBILXYQ/s200/josh_duhamel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;37. Mormon - because i'd have nothing to believe and hold on to without it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285724248209585154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqqMuMzdAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LxYCwIz0eqc/s200/mormon.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;38. Amelia - fatty, is the closest thing to a sister i have...besides my actual sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285724718373651490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqqoFspxCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B4Z4XsKWqIs/s200/812869090_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;39. Melissa - I'd still play king of the bed, or Daemons with you anyday, i love you guys that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;much. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285725086564023362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqq9hUE_EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8VWH6fI5cRw/s200/l_ea5cc57cbb752abdab384151a48ec5fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;40. Emmmmy - you've changed the way i think about things, i try to always be positive and just have fun. :] thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285725257394772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqrHdtTWDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eiqPDn1Tb40/s200/1117081403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;41. Gerard - Because he keeps me safe on the roads. we've had many adventures. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285725818517834306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqroIDdykI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cnqPSz3v-kk/s200/94Plymouth-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;[cept he's green and legit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;42. Gerard Way - Whew baby, i'd ball my eyes out if we ever met, he's inspired me so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285726290765620002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqsDnUHIyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GWEK6gCuoFg/s200/gerard-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;43. Hannah Havoc - never met, but her photography inspires me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285726785028193410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqsgYlffII/AAAAAAAAAHg/kQN5oOV4xf8/s200/Yummy_Raspberries_by_HannahHavoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;44. Photo Impression - i never would have realized what i reallly wanted to do with my life with out it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Melanie - Because she's always there for me, and she'll hold me when i cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285727187616285858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqs30V-RKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/tZL_qbexQlY/s200/l_677e0ad51f1d4cf39342539089219ac8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 44. Edwards - the first job i actually love &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285727869785809842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqtfhn3I7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/sOlhSeD0qgs/s200/l_986e03b17291d0f3639fc5e7b4795749.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 44. Bailey Karen - because she is someone who i love and worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728318657072402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqt5pzHDRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ASKK9UUAqcg/s200/m_fb78faf7d194815754a49d9aaf3deb78.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;45. Romeo and Juliet - true love never dies, and i'll never forget it, or want anything more than a love as pure as their's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285728809944426914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVquWP_JKaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CuJp8s-NgGo/s200/romeo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;46. Acting - it's curious to be someone you're not, and have it be ok, it's my drug, i can't get enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;47. Just Married - Never gets old, and i will love that movie till the day i die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285729467769675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVqu8ik53rI/AAAAAAAAAII/KA3vmyI7CnU/s200/just_married.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;48. Boys - Because i would not be the same with out them, relationships, friends, heartaches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;49. Peach Smoothies - like sucking a peach through a straw, it's fantastic, and has changed my life forever...:]]]]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;50. Cutting Hair - I've never felt so good as when knowing "i can do that" and i can make it how i want it. gives me control. creepy, at least i don't cut MYSELF !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The End, these are simply just a FEW things that make me, me, but it's a start, it's interesting to see where i've been influenced by small things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you do one now. :]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-275349382519350690?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/275349382519350690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/fitty-thangs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/275349382519350690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/275349382519350690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/fitty-thangs.html' title='Fitty Thangs'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVnKDcS5RyI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xhlvh609HvE/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-8737688903150655032</id><published>2008-12-29T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:42:42.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><title type='text'>Bunyons Please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB78nXhN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CHW-LnD8Roc/s1600-h/m_6e9e20c33966e8b20f3eaad7fcca7323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287362243822958434" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB78nXhN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CHW-LnD8Roc/s200/m_6e9e20c33966e8b20f3eaad7fcca7323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-ONRtd4I/AAAAAAAAALA/lnqE7McuhyE/s1600-h/812869090_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287364745080174466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-ONRtd4I/AAAAAAAAALA/lnqE7McuhyE/s200/812869090_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB9yqdJoGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lB7UNdnhWdI/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287364271876448354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB9yqdJoGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lB7UNdnhWdI/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-fiMqWYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ocBjTXZhGqA/s1600-h/l_66219a6cda602172755d06e32d60c0c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365042753919362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-fiMqWYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ocBjTXZhGqA/s200/l_66219a6cda602172755d06e32d60c0c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-BBREFFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/i07unrFoBpI/s1600-h/l_f2d6600c452444c491de4f72c21910ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287364518517937234" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-BBREFFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/i07unrFoBpI/s200/l_f2d6600c452444c491de4f72c21910ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-lZt6jDI/AAAAAAAAALY/UCISzoDbE6U/s1600-h/l_ea5cc57cbb752abdab384151a48ec5fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365143556688946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-lZt6jDI/AAAAAAAAALY/UCISzoDbE6U/s200/l_ea5cc57cbb752abdab384151a48ec5fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-W07DnTI/AAAAAAAAALI/1qQDd4DW0d8/s1600-h/m_fb78faf7d194815754a49d9aaf3deb78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287364893161528626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB-W07DnTI/AAAAAAAAALI/1qQDd4DW0d8/s200/m_fb78faf7d194815754a49d9aaf3deb78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB96_BtTmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wlsfT-ZFhUA/s1600-h/l_e8608100e61d1b6ad5ef501c44e15271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287364414837444194" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB96_BtTmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wlsfT-ZFhUA/s200/l_e8608100e61d1b6ad5ef501c44e15271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287352849709540370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWBzZzkWJBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/UqxzWzr5pFE/s320/pretty-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Ain't It the honest truth...we're a bunch of crazy, up-to-no-good, confident, man hungry women. And we're proud of it. :] These are my main top girls, these are the people with whom i vent, cry, share, gossip, laugh, and eat the most with. These are the people who help make me who i am, they're all so different and so alike and so the best. :] Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order of whom i've known the longest, to whom i've known the shortest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Shantel - I've known her my entire life, it's weird how that works out, being sisters 'n all. She's always been there for me, supported me, loved me, no matter what. She's basically the best sister and friend i could have ever asked for, she has made me who i am, she's my hero, and i love her with all my heart. I'd do anything for her, anything in the world. I don't know where i'd be without her. I honestly could not live without her, i'd die if i lost her. I can hardly make decisions without her. How could i handle living? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Amelia - This girl is the silliest, sweetest girl i've ever met, she's got a dark side though, so take caution. She's a fireball, and she keeps me laughing even when she's down, she has a hard time focusing when the t.v.'s on, and i can tell when she's watching it when we're on the phone. So many sleepless nights, where we'd just talk and laugh and play till morning, so many games we never finished, but always loved. I've known her so well for so long i'd swear we were blood. I can't live life without being worried about this girl. 17 years down, the rest of forever to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Melissa - Man oh man, i can't pull out a piece of candy without her eyes getting wide. She's a bottemless pit who couldn't eat enough to save her life. She's quirky, energetic, and a whirlpool of funny. I can't go through a sitting without wrestling over something. She's probably taller than me now, which is so weird. We've had so many adventures, we never needed anything to entertain us, our imaginations were enough. She's the fastest girl i've ever met, she runs like a freaking gazelle, and she's crazy ticklish. I've known her since she was one and it still doesn't feel like long enough. We know way too much about each other, and we'll go swimming every summer till the day we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Kristi - We met on a bus. and we've clicked ever since. We've had so many good times, and laughs they're innumerable. We're almost exactly the same that it's crazy. We don't fight, we don't get sick of each other, we read each other's minds basically. We're NOT together! :] She's helped me realize it's better to go with the flow than be stuck in it. And little things don't matter. We wanna grow old together, live on a beach, and have our kids get married. Yet we don't wanna grow up too fast. Best Friends Forever, that's what Krispy and Chesty Means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Melanie - We are so different, and yet so alike, we like the same things, and we don't use disclaimers, because we know what we mean. If i have money, i pay, if she has money, she pays, it's a pretty easy system to get used to. We Sing, We Act, We Talk, We Text, We Work, We Vent. That's us, in a nutshell. We lift each other up when we're down, and slap each other when we need it. We keep each other grounded, and i would be insane without her. i love her, and we will be forever friends, even on the bricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Ms. Jessica T. - I thought she was somebody else when i left the message inviting her to church. and boy am i glad she's her. haha. She was so intimidating to meet, but turns out, we back each other up pretty perfectly. Our chemistry is brilliant, on and off stage, and we talk of the most scandelous things. She changed the way i look at people, best friends, relationships, drama [gossip, not acting], and life in general. She introduced me to the beauty which is classic rock. She gives it to me straight, and holds nothing back. If you can't handle it, you best watch your back, i love her, but i wouldn't cross her for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Bailey Karen - She actually doesn't have a middle name, she was seriously lacking till i came along. and now she's got a brilliant one. :] I can't believe how far we've come, we're basically sisters, and we know most everything about each other, we both love stuffed animals, and it's ridiculous. but who cares. we love 'em anyways. :] This girl stood by me through church, break ups, heart aches, giggles, moon walking, cuddling, and crowd surfing. Basically my whole life. haha...i take her to bad movies and she holds my hand when i need it. She's a fantastic, inspiring artist, and i will love her till the day i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Emmy - I can't believe how easily we clicked. It was insane, it was like one moment i was looking at her private myspace wondering what she was all about, and then the next moment we were talking for hours and being creeped out by how similar we were. I've never made a fast friend so quickly and had it work out. We've met a whopping total of two times, but we have umpteen million adventures ahead of us. We'll probably end up being next door neighbors 10 to 15 years down the road, and we'll end up doing something crazy like writing letters to each other and mailing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Yeah, we're crazy, but i'd be nothing without them. If i died tonight, i'd be proud to know that i had such amazing people in my life. Nothing can take that away from me. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-8737688903150655032?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8737688903150655032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/bunyons-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8737688903150655032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8737688903150655032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/bunyons-please.html' title='Bunyons Please....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SWB78nXhN2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CHW-LnD8Roc/s72-c/m_6e9e20c33966e8b20f3eaad7fcca7323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-4745682593837064011</id><published>2008-12-29T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:33:13.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Yoinked This. Hee Haw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVmxEjTfAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/6ZF9t9sOpbs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450329450545906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVmxEjTfAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/6ZF9t9sOpbs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Fag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Front-of-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Your significant other? Singley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Your hair? TooShort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Your mother? Dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Your father? Sickly-at-the-moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Roller-Coasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Your dream last night? I-was-on-a-double-lawn-chair-in-a-convenient-store-with-cute-boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Your favorite drink? rootbeer-with-shot-of-cherry-coke:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Live-Happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. The room you're in? Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. Your ex? Witty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12. Your fear? Deep-Water/Hills/Being-Alone/Robbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Cali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14. Where were you last night? Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15. What you're not? a-deep-sea-diver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;16. Muffins? are-bready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. One of your wish list items? POLAROID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18. Where you grew up? Effing-nampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. The last thing you did? Worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20. What are you wearing? Haste-The-Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;21. Your TV? Neat-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;22. Your pet? deaddeaddead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;23. Your computer? SamSungy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;24. Your life? Wizard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;25. Your mood? Stoked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;26. Missing someone? more-than-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;27. Your car? an-effing-tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? bowling-ball-earrings [ouch]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;29. Favorite store? Hot-a-Topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;30. Your summer? quere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;31. Like someone? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;32. Your favorite color? ilikepink/ilikeblack/ilikeyellow/iliketurquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? with-april-:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;34. Last time you cried? december-11thish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;35. Who will/would re-post this? who-will-indeed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-4745682593837064011?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4745682593837064011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-yoinked-this-hee-haw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4745682593837064011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4745682593837064011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-yoinked-this-hee-haw.html' title='I Yoinked This. Hee Haw!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVmxEjTfAvI/AAAAAAAAACg/6ZF9t9sOpbs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-4566089667443704819</id><published>2008-12-28T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:50:52.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Fwends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhQ-NayRUI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qr1g5aCok7M/s1600-h/l_710a18c74d26f1a552c3287d50d18cf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285063192403395906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhQ-NayRUI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qr1g5aCok7M/s200/l_710a18c74d26f1a552c3287d50d18cf0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285063343291751154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhRG_hX2vI/AAAAAAAAABo/6KMHrUI2Wbs/s200/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jonny, He is One of my two best guy friends. EVER. and i love him so much... he's probably the funniest, most amazing kid ever. I can't even explain with words how much he means to me, i'm so glad we have each other, cuz no matter what...we'll be together through thick and thin...anddddd. i'll always get shot gun nigger. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064825155339730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhSdP5LxdI/AAAAAAAAABw/oxWL9CTvZX4/s200/l_be83f49dd70b52204b603f5ae68d13d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285065210610679538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhSzr05fvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qy8Mmi5AJrY/s200/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;This is Mike...They're Brothers.. :] He's the other one of my best friends that i just love Soo Soo much...He's been with me forever and knows me inside and out. he reads me like an effing book. it's annoying and so insane and i can't even believe it. :] hahaha. He's basically such a nerd. and i love him. he is a werewolf too..just so you know. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285066028798111906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhTjTz-8KI/AAAAAAAAACA/SypJShjb9xc/s200/l_f7891bbf0a9447559de65c0571a6d446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285066611248118018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhUFNm4uQI/AAAAAAAAACI/8WRYczlVh_w/s200/4ifyourenotcrazygetthehellout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;This Makes up our Threesome..[kinky i know] but we're best friends...and i wouldn't have it any other way. i need them so bad. They're my go to guys whenever and always. :] We Don't fight, ever. and We get in balls deep in some weirdddd stuff man. don't worry. we party it up...without the stuff that make up common parties :] so basically we have no lives and we just sit around and quote movies and ourselves...haha but we love it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285068078324355650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhVam5HkkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bP0NZ8UxqhM/s200/l_62cc3a571e28cea1ddff784907b1c8d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yeah..and jocelyn can come along too...cuz mike's not much without her :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-4566089667443704819?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4566089667443704819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-fwends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4566089667443704819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/4566089667443704819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-fwends.html' title='Best Fwends.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhQ-NayRUI/AAAAAAAAABg/Qr1g5aCok7M/s72-c/l_710a18c74d26f1a552c3287d50d18cf0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-5518106025524418606</id><published>2008-12-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:16:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Toast Things I Suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285059428113674978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhNjGWLcuI/AAAAAAAAABI/PG4jaGHRt4I/s320/blt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I Got A Toaster for Christmas. ....... eh...really? hahahaha. it's for college i guess but it was kinda a shock to see the box and realize it wasn't just being used to wrap something else....but there was actually a toaster inside the box. What kinda suprise is that? hahaha jk. but seriously...should be handy....real handy right along side with my new.....drum roll please.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285060490065739810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhOg6bSACI/AAAAAAAAABY/gtDops-F6EY/s320/sewing-machine-636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's Right....a sewing machine was my other legitamate present...the biggest one..i was so excited.. untill......i don't even like sewing!  hahaha. but i guess they really will come in handy up at BYU-Idaho...where dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-5518106025524418606?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5518106025524418606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-toast-things-i-suppose.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/5518106025524418606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/5518106025524418606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-toast-things-i-suppose.html' title='To Toast Things I Suppose'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhNjGWLcuI/AAAAAAAAABI/PG4jaGHRt4I/s72-c/blt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-1418017309334237728</id><published>2008-12-28T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:00:30.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Risky Business, This Love Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhJbQGm1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1XbNG1-m_g/s1600-h/l_7d496dd16843bdafe6a8fb0399b98696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285054895247250834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhJbQGm1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1XbNG1-m_g/s200/l_7d496dd16843bdafe6a8fb0399b98696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes life seems to have itself all ready to work out for you....and then...it just goes and sucks.  Like i cannot wait for the world to just hit me and me to be able to handle it.  Because as happy as i am, i feel like something's off.  Things just don't match up, and it's unfair, and cruel.  Then again, things cant always work out the way we want them to.  God has a plan, and everything happens for a reason.  Relationships are to learn and grow from,  we give what we can and then move on untill we find the one that was made for us.  But...what happens? If that one that you were made for, was born into the wrong circumstance and there's nothing you can do to change it?  How is that supposed to make sense.  You're supposed to be able to love fully, freely and without care, but the one you want to love is in the exact corner you can't go into. It's risky business this love thing.  Almost dangerous.  Your heart is so at risk, and so vulnerable, that how are you to know that it needs guarding...untill its too late.  All i'm saying is I don't think God cares about circumstance, i think he would let you be with the one you love forever, no matter what, because he has to know what it's like to have this problem.  He knows everything...But then again, he sees the eternal perspective and knows our hearts.  He will make sure everything works out the way it's supposed to.  Faith. i guess is what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-1418017309334237728?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1418017309334237728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-risky-business-this-love-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/1418017309334237728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/1418017309334237728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-risky-business-this-love-thing.html' title='It&apos;s Risky Business, This Love Thing'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVhJbQGm1ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1XbNG1-m_g/s72-c/l_7d496dd16843bdafe6a8fb0399b98696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2683756785657731223.post-8686624307105677167</id><published>2008-12-28T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:47:36.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Good Influence [Classy Lady]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgPenVEPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VBSdw2nWZfc/s1600-h/emmy_and_emerson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284991181347110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgPenVEPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VBSdw2nWZfc/s320/emmy_and_emerson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;I Love This Lady.  Freaking Emmy.  Basically my twin, and guess what? we've met TWICE! i kid you not! it's suprising considering we're so effing brilliant! :] hahahaha. but seriously. thanks for helping me with blogs. it's prolly the coolest thing since sliced bread! sincerely!   So...BFTTR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Best.Friends.To.The.Rescue!  [i just secretly made that up. so shhhh].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;:] &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;-emerson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2683756785657731223-8686624307105677167?l=chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8686624307105677167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-influence-classy-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8686624307105677167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2683756785657731223/posts/default/8686624307105677167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseagetshighonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-influence-classy-lady.html' title='Good Influence [Classy Lady]'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14321806497848600437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgMXYsWQTI/AAAAAAAAAAY/b3aFD6VJeRM/S220/093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hm0imReDkSk/SVgPenVEPPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VBSdw2nWZfc/s72-c/emmy_and_emerson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
