<?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-1773848651641189449</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:15:26.450-07:00</updated><category term='drama'/><category term='a skylit drive'/><category term='shows'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='trust'/><category term='fantastic'/><category term='stress annie hanging out friends dating best'/><category term='boys'/><category term='music'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='local bands'/><category term='life'/><category term='goodness'/><category term='best friends jealousy life teenagers'/><category term='promises'/><category term='jonas brothers'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='new years'/><category term='busy'/><category term='stressed'/><category term='tom petty'/><category term='forever in a day'/><category term='love'/><category term='things that bother me.'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hello Fascination!</title><subtitle type='html'>We the Dreamers chase forever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-114058254455261564</id><published>2010-04-27T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:22:21.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>do it up (:  &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/chelsiesparks" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/chelsiesparks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-114058254455261564?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/114058254455261564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/114058254455261564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/114058254455261564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-3169433009506541640</id><published>2009-08-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:33:06.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Last Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Title Credit- The Alumni Club; About Last Night. It just seemed fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night I went to see three amazing bands at the Premier in Chesterfield Township. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and some other band that Jamison wanted us to go listen to because they were rad:) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first band: THE ALUMNI CLUB :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was so pumped to go see them; they were pretty tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they did amazing :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alex was phenomenal (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New found love for these guys. :) Stood in front of Alex, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay; so the main reason we went: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lights Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to go see smokin' hot Mike; Tami and Chelsea were not disappointed. Krystal told me to ask Mike to take his shirt off so he said if we all danced and what not he would, ha! So, we all danced and FINALLY he took his shirt off. Then Mike somehow got Douggie Fresh to take his shirt off. Chris was already playing shirtless so Ryan was the only one wearing a shirt until I said, hey now you're the only one and He took it off :) Lmao, only me and my friends could get a bunch of boys to do that.&lt;br /&gt;They did fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAD &lt;/span&gt;band Jamisontold us to listen to:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CrackJaw&lt;/span&gt;, I think?&lt;br /&gt;They weren't bad, They just DID NOT fit in. They were like Hardcore screamo while everything else was not.... HA, but I'm glad Jamison told me I had to go watch. Ha, me and Krystal had so much fun with this band. "I dare you to walk up to Jamison and punch him then run away"&lt;br /&gt;"Well kick him and run."&lt;br /&gt;"how about I just dance up on him haha."&lt;br /&gt;"just kidding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swing the Coast. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(formerly known as Searching Streetlights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THESE GUYS :)&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Corey and Travy were hilarious. I never met myles though, haha. He was just walking around with his backpack. They did a cover of Waking Up in Vegas, and EVERYONE WAS SINGING! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even Alex&lt;/span&gt;, who hung out with us/ behind us for the whole STC set. Ha, when they started playing Alex was like OH NO! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;QUICK SPEEDY RECAP OF SET CHANGE FUN :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I luckily got to spend the whole night with the bands :)&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the boys from The Alumni Club!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Terry, Jamison and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.! mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Greg wouldn't let me buy hima water even though he sent me to get it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;And, Jamison told me I could touch his Anti-Brow hard because it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Mike remebered talking to me at Warped Tour w. Ben ha :)&lt;br /&gt;Terry prank called a bunch of business and a ...girl... HA!&lt;br /&gt;Alex's "HITTING ON YOU STANCE"/MODEL - Thanks, Jamison for letting us know what was going on w. that :)&lt;br /&gt;Terry signing my poster "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HUGE DOUCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;Josh's plans for us to camp in Corey's back yard.&lt;br /&gt;Mike C. ha. Pictures. Hand placement.. oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;Jamison- "Well, aren't you just adorablee."&lt;br /&gt;Alex's stick figure because he wasn't on the poster :)&lt;br /&gt;Terry- "You got spunk, kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;AND MAYBE ONE OF THE BEST PARTS OF THE WHOLEEEEE NIGHTT :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I bonded over bands.&lt;br /&gt;He freaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;interveiwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREATHE CAROLINA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's defff getting thier new CD on tuesdday; we talked about it :)&lt;br /&gt;I was the most amazing part.&lt;br /&gt;And he thinks ASD is sick!&lt;br /&gt;He is goshhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the show: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;First:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We were attacked by bugs trying to get in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Took a wrong turn and got lost in the middle of detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Third;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; HIT A HUGE POTHOLE AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tires popped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pull into a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Five: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Freak because they're sooo busy at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Find out there's about to be a street race, YAY! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Seven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wait for Tami's parents, Tow truck, and Auto Rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;eight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; auto rescue comes and fixes.. ONE ... of the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: TAMI'S MOM GETS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; wait like two hours for the tow truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;eleven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; finally go home!&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;4:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;All in all; it was a GREAT NIGHT  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would redo it over and over again in half a heartbeat; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TUESDAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); width: 385px; height: 34px;" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(177, 208, 240);" width="120"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="120"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="85"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aug 18 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                  &lt;td align="right" width="35"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6:00P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;           &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(213, 232, 251);" width="191"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=music.showDetails&amp;amp;friendid=32754855&amp;amp;Band_Show_ID=38554043"&gt;The Modern Exchange [The Alumni Club]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(213, 232, 251);" width="115"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Southgate, Michigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GO GO GO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;No way I'm missing Alex, Terry, Greg, Brad, Niebres, and Jamison before they go home to ChiTown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Krystal for this WONDERFUL EVENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.myspace.com/thealumniclub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.myspace.com/swingthecoast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.myspace.com/lightsoutmichigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-3169433009506541640?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3169433009506541640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3169433009506541640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3169433009506541640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-last-night.html' title='About Last Night.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-1097145276665640873</id><published>2009-08-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:17:41.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heregoesnothin</title><content type='html'>Okay, so today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going as planned. My mom brought up a good point and I've been thinking about it for awhile. I just don't know what to do. I've been thinking the same thing that she has.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could trust people unconditionally but now I realized that I'm not as trusting as I would have liked to believe. I hate being so naive. This is getting ridiculous. I'm tired of being taken advantage of because I always think people are sincere. Maybe this is my fault like everything else. I'd rather it be my fault, honestly,  than to find out people aren't who they say they are because than I won't feel so stupid for believing what people tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could make it in this world alone because I believe everything everyone always says. I don't even think thats correct grammar. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to start rebuilding the walls I've taken down but I have a feeling I'm going to try to handle everything on my own again, Maybe I'll finally realize the ONLY person you can ever trust is yourself. I will not rely on anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I realized is that I'm going to NEW YORK and NO ONE  is stopping me. Everything about small city life depresses me. Everyone has their drama here and I'm sure there is plenty of drama in New York but it's such a big city I can get away from it. The idea sounds so much better every day. I know that I'm taking such a big risk moving there but I have to prove I can do it to myself. I'm not going to give up on my dreams; no matter how ridiculous and out of reach they seem. Sometimes I may give up hope but I know that I'll be put on the right track sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Meet me at the skyline, I'll wait for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-1097145276665640873?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1097145276665640873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/heregoesnothin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1097145276665640873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1097145276665640873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/heregoesnothin.html' title='Heregoesnothin'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8875750207945373770</id><published>2009-08-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:56:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warped Tour '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, so I'll start with thing's I've learned at Warped Tour '09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- SKA SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-DAVID SCHMITT IS MORE AMAZING THAN EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing but the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nyways; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band 1:&lt;/span&gt; Hit The Lights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They were really good. I've been a fan for a while and I was glad I got to see half of their show :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band 2:&lt;/span&gt; A Skylit Drive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gabby was eating so we missed the first few songs but we made it there before the set was over (thank goodness). It was good seeing them again. After the show I finally got to meet Jag &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;He came out after he performed riding a scooter and said "Hey guys!" to me and my group because I said hi to him. I love his new hair; its very becoming and it makes him more of a hunk in my eyes ( ;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they did the song's they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mack Daddy of them all: BREATHE CAROLINA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, these boy's have been my favorite band since I first heard 'Diamonds.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They (and A Skylit Drive) were my main reason for going to Warped Tour. David and kyle got up on stage and I was hypnotized from the moment the music started. Everyone was singing and dancing. It was just a great crowd. Kyle went crowd surfing and stood up, it was beyond wicked. Afterwards I rushed to the fence and GOT DAVID TO COME OVER AND TALK TO ME!!!!!! Last time I saw them a year ago I only got to meet Kyle but I wanted to meet David so desperately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He high fived me though the fence and it was amazing. I almost started crying. As I was talking to David Kyle came over and was wigging out about how he stood up. Then David said that he had to put his stuff away but he'd be out later and if I could find him we could hangout. Unfortunately I couldn't find him. they are still by far my favorite people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check out 'Hello Fascination' The second full length album from the boys of BC on August 18, 2009 (; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;http://www.myspace.com/breathecarolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you stop by their page; leave them some love and tell them Chelsie sent you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band 4: &lt;/span&gt;The Maine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now here's a band I was pumped to see. They did amazing. The crowd surfers were crazy. The most amazing part was when John (the lead singer) got a Gatorade bottle thrown at him but just knocked it away and kept singing. He crowd surfed, as well. Their cover of Def Leppard's 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' was epic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Band 5: &lt;/span&gt;All time Low:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, Okay.. so ATL was CROWDED!! People were pushed on top of each other, and we were all packed in like sardines. I couldn't see a thing until I stood on the tips of my toes and tilted my head then I caught a glimpse of Alex Gaskarth. Once They started playing It got worse! We almost died. crowd surfer after crowd surfer came. As soon as one was up then next was up. We had to get out of there. We ran to the back of the crowd where I realized from where I was now standing I had a CLEAR VIEW of Jack and Alex the whole time. They did a great job; they're great live and we're very entertaining. They kept cracking very funny (and very inappropriate (; ) jokes. Alex is mad crazy and decided to tell everyone that instead of a mosh pit, he wanted everyone to run circles around the sound booth tent as fast as they could.  That was entertaining. I was put in some very awkward situations there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Mike" ... " I think you're supposed to take people out to dinner before that happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyone who was there with me will get that (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band 5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nevershoutnever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've listened to Christofer Drew for a while now. His songs were the soundtrack to my Summer 2008. I always wanted to see him live. Chris first came on stage and was Happy and light-hearted. He was like " Hi, I'm Chris. I hope we can be friends." I was mildly shocked because I never heard his speaking voice before, just his singing voice, and I would have never expected him to sound like that. He was wonderful and the vibe when he was playing was by far the best. Everyone watching was dancing and singing along and everyone in the crowd had a huge smile plastered to their faces. He was super happy and made everyone around him happy. He might be the most adorable man in this universe. I will never forget that show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Band 6: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3oh!3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alright, this is sort of a bummer... I like 3oh!3 but I'm not their biggest fan at all. They, unfortunately aren't that amazing live, but they put on a great show so that sort of makes up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altogether Warped Tour '09 was a success! I saw all but three of the bands I wanted to but I was happy with the choices I made. I got the chance to see a lot of friends I haven't seen in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm super excited for Warped Tour '10&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Year's Resolution Blog UPDATED :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;follow me on twitter: twitter.com/chelsiesparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-8875750207945373770?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8875750207945373770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/warped-tour-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8875750207945373770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8875750207945373770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/08/warped-tour-09.html' title='Warped Tour &apos;09'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-7249775304802815859</id><published>2009-07-13T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:03:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long time , no talk.&lt;br /&gt;Well here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, so much has been happening:&lt;br /&gt;New Boyfriend &lt;3, New 'Fiance', New 'Best Friend', moving....&lt;br /&gt;and many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Christian 7/8/09 :D&lt;br /&gt;I can finally cross off a new years resolution. "Find a good boy I actually get along with".&lt;br /&gt;That's him.&lt;br /&gt;It's so surreal. I feel like when I wake up in the morning things are going to change and we're not going to be together; like it was all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Fiance'&lt;br /&gt;CJ Baran 7/7/09 :D&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! We'll run away together and elope."&lt;br /&gt;That'd be odd if that was for real.&lt;br /&gt;He'd really have me saying 'Midnight Romeo'.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 'Best Friend'&lt;br /&gt;Steve Scarola 7/7/09 :D&lt;br /&gt;I saved him from the spider crawling on his back and we both enjoy the same phone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Moving:&lt;br /&gt;It's almost moving day. Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so weird.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in this house for 11+ years and now I have to adjust to a new house.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll only be at the new residence for about a year or so then its off to NYC &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;My room is empty and put in boxes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to unpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still on my first book for AP English.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get going.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to start rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;DANG! So much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Follow me on TWITTER :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1773848651641189449-7249775304802815859?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7249775304802815859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/7249775304802815859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/7249775304802815859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8299719902367529725</id><published>2009-07-01T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:30:53.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supp, Brahhh? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I've been at my aunt's for one night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realized how much incredibly bad things happen to her. She's a brilliantly nice lady, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to help her out as much as I can, even though I have to force her to let me do things for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't sleep; I forgot Little Otter at home. &lt;strong&gt;Three nights&lt;/strong&gt; without him are going to be awful. I'm going to be so tired when I get home. I know you are probably thinking. WTF? Grow up! but I've had him so long and I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man that lives upstairs, Brandon?, kind of scares me. I don't know if its because I don't know him or if its because I know he's here. It's just weird. It's making me a tad uncomfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhhh, hopefully he leaves soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so tired of everyone fighting, like high school sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Senior year better not be full of it. I'm going to make it the best year yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get well soon, Uncle Rick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-8299719902367529725?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8299719902367529725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/07/supp-brahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8299719902367529725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8299719902367529725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/07/supp-brahhh.html' title='Supp, Brahhh? :)'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-1828067731580632190</id><published>2009-05-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:02:16.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things that bother me.'/><title type='text'>Things that bother me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- When people say they listen to EVERYTHING... then go except ______.&lt;br /&gt;-- People who act tough but have no intention of backing up anything they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;-- Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;-- Feeling invisible.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People not answering their phones when you need them the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- When people tell me I can't do something that I know in my heart I can.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people say things on purpose to make you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Knowing you have something to do but not having any motivation to do it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- Needing people.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-- When too many things are going on at once.&lt;br /&gt;-- Needing to write but having so many things going on in your head that you can't get any thing straight.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people are upset and you have no way to help them.&lt;br /&gt;-- Helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;-- Hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;-- Bad grammar.&lt;br /&gt;-- Having to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;-- Having to use spell check.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people say something you believe in or like is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people have facts for EVERYTHING, even though their facts are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people give you dirty looks for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;-- People who criticize others for standing out and being themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-- Not being able to hit notes I know I should.&lt;br /&gt;-- When EVERY song reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;-- When people take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, but I'm sure when I can think straight I'll be adding more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-1828067731580632190?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1828067731580632190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-bother-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1828067731580632190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1828067731580632190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-bother-me.html' title='Things that bother me...'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8494454150589678877</id><published>2009-04-15T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:54:28.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like is a Battle. Love is War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like when things go wrong, it makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Not only stronger but wiser, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES :)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it took me 10 months to learn; that kind of disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a lot I want to write about but I'm so scatterbrained right now, I just can't get it out in coherent words. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to get across what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying strong and not texting you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-8494454150589678877?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8494454150589678877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-is-battle-love-is-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8494454150589678877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8494454150589678877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-is-battle-love-is-war.html' title='Like is a Battle. Love is War.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-7316204202015287836</id><published>2009-03-31T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:41:55.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Going to Miss This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awful going home after school today, I still feel like I'm going to go to rehearsal later.&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing everyone everyday and it's only been one day.&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I need a date for the BBQ!.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;BADADADADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the senior skit again today, and was on the floor laughing and my sister just didn't understand it, no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANNIE '09 and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-7316204202015287836?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/7316204202015287836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-going-to-miss-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/7316204202015287836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/7316204202015287836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-going-to-miss-this.html' title='You&apos;re Going to Miss This.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8009282996034115691</id><published>2009-03-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:34:43.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On With the Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANNIE IS GOING AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;You can't even imagine how happy I am, I'm like on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;This is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped us sell out tonight, and to everyone who came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss spending everyday with the cast :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-8009282996034115691?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8009282996034115691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-with-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8009282996034115691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8009282996034115691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-with-show.html' title='On With the Show!'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-4752871063573752884</id><published>2009-03-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:44:25.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been so stressed out lately; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like I'll get an idea for a song or something and not have time to write it. I just want to write music again, and actually be able to hang out with my friends again. i want time back.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing Annie so but I'm so exhausted. Only a week and a half to go :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous, Mr. O keeps telling me I need to be bigger; I'm afraid I'm not going to be. I'm sure it'll be fine, Justin has faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my emotions in check soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter is fun; I don't even know why but it is.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have one get one and follow me,  http://twitter.com/chelsiesparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):):):) (:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:():):):):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-4752871063573752884?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4752871063573752884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4752871063573752884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4752871063573752884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-stuff.html' title='About Stuff.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8346118563193812463</id><published>2009-03-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:04:03.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Remember this Dear; We'll be watching the Same Stars Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So; guys.. I CAN'T STAND THEM!&lt;br /&gt;I remember why I wanted to stay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt;; too much blahh.&lt;br /&gt;:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie is in like 17 days; I'm freaking out. I feel ready but not ready enough.&lt;br /&gt;and ACT's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Intense.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all this to be over so I can start writing again. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many good ideas but haven't been able to work on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRIMESTERS &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are the dumbest things ever!&lt;br /&gt;AND GERMAN ISN'T FUN ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDK. not a lot is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS ALWAYS- I MISS JAMIE; HOPEFULLY I CAN SEE HER SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTEMPTING TO WRITE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years resolutions blog updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TEXT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1773848651641189449-8346118563193812463?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8346118563193812463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-remember-this-dear-well-be-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8346118563193812463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8346118563193812463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-remember-this-dear-well-be-watching.html' title='And Remember this Dear; We&apos;ll be watching the Same Stars Tonight.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-2330080159585901306</id><published>2009-02-15T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:46:04.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Talking About Change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I realized, that I AM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OVER YOU!&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, man it feels so good. I know exactly what... who.... did it, too.&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that those songs don't bother me anymore and the fact that you have a girlfriend doesn't bother me, makes me feel amazing.&lt;br /&gt;It's finally the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time heals a Broken Heart for sure. ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, glory, this is amazing. My day is golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bigger and Better Things, Here I Come( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a boy to make me forget a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been going crazy since the moment i met you."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously, and its getting worse then ever, recently.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-2330080159585901306?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/2330080159585901306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-talking-about-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/2330080159585901306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/2330080159585901306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-talking-about-change.html' title='I&apos;m Talking About Change!'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-5791711584979753341</id><published>2009-02-14T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:48:45.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends. Good Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, yeah. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Though I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; tired and fell asleep as soon as I got home it was definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;That should happen again really, really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided Valentines Day is like the dumbest "holiday" ever.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i did have a boyfriend or whatever it's still kind of dumb to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why, I'm just not into the whole 'lets spend a bunch of money to remind each other that we love each other.' I think that if you're going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; 'Valentine' it shouldn't take a holiday to make you say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super pumped for mid-winter break.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's so much going on when I get back, maybe I can hangout with a few friends this week( :&lt;br /&gt;and Tami and I can work on our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-5791711584979753341?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5791711584979753341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-friends-good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5791711584979753341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5791711584979753341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-friends-good-times.html' title='Good Friends. Good Times.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-5361760520327032946</id><published>2009-01-27T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:57:25.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Oh So Apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've started to realize that the people I used to be inseparable with are now the people I only talk to occasionally. I don't even talk to a lot of my really good friends any more. I hate this, I know that once we graduate.. none of us are going to talk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's all my fault, or just a mutual drift. I can tell I'm drifting more and more with certain people and I hate it. I'm going to try harder then I have been to try and fix things and keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People I really need to get closer with again: &lt;/span&gt;Tami, Monica, Maddi, Adam, Jeff, Kate.&lt;br /&gt;and probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really short, but I'm going to go write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-5361760520327032946?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5361760520327032946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/drifting-oh-so-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5361760520327032946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5361760520327032946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/drifting-oh-so-apart.html' title='Drifting Oh So Apart.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-8446331693677201404</id><published>2009-01-24T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:31:09.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever in a day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a skylit drive'/><title type='text'>Music's in My Soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, one of my biggest pet peeves are people who say they don't like a musician or a band because of their label or where they play shows.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would it matter what label they are signed to? I'm so tired of hearing things like "Oh, I don't like the Jonas Brothers because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; on the Disney Channel and are signed to Disney." OK, WHO CARES?! Honestly? That is one of the worst reasons I've ever heard. I guarantee that most of you would take a contract with Disney if you had the opportunity to live your dreams and do what you love doing. They did and I give them credit for that. Just because they're on Disney doesn't mean they are like The Wiggles or The Doodlebops, and write songs for little kids, they write songs for teens. They want to have fans their own age and their songs are things TEENAGERS relate to. What seven year old do you know has gone through hard break-ups with long time girlfriends/boyfriends? Exactly, They are more focused on the teen and older fans. If they were signed to Geffen Records, would that make a difference? If they never were on Disney would you like them? Most of you are probably saying, no.. but you're lying. Get over your pride and listen to music you enjoy, NO MATTER where they're signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I get so annoyed with people who say they don't like a band because the venues they play in (ie. Skateland) All bands have to start somewhere. There are a lot of great bands that play local venues to  gain a fan base in a city. All of the bands you listen to played those shows, too. Stop dissing bands because they're playing small shows. So A Skylit Drive and Forever in a Day played at Skateland. Do you see where they're going now? Touring with Chiodos. Yeah, Chiodos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the sound, the lyrics, the music, not where they're from or where they play.&lt;br /&gt;I miss back when the music was all that mattered. If they had talent, people reconized it. Stop hating bands for illegit reasons. To me, it just makes you sound unintellegent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-8446331693677201404?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/8446331693677201404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/musics-in-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8446331693677201404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/8446331693677201404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/musics-in-my-soul.html' title='Music&apos;s in My Soul.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-1252834680404395599</id><published>2009-01-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:57:47.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends jealousy life teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>Oh Boy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You drive me crazy. Once again I feel like I'm back to the point where I messed up big time. I'm not going to say that I think it's better this way but I know it's the only way. Well, back to writing sad little songs about you. BTW- I don't know why I EVER felt the way I did, I never wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I hate how you think you can trust someone and you talk to them all day everyday then they just stop talking to you and don't give you a reason... then you find out the reason is because they have a boyfriend/girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HINT TO EVERYONE: just because you're dating someone, doesn't mean you have to stop talking to all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's this little thing called balance.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the people I know will always be there for me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope you note the ALWAYS! yeah, thanks for that promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emily, Jami&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sarah, Monica, Tami, and recently Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;I love them unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this line is the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"People change and promises are broken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1773848651641189449-1252834680404395599?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1252834680404395599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1252834680404395599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1252834680404395599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy,'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-4993641209823305374</id><published>2009-01-22T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:25:05.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress annie hanging out friends dating best'/><title type='text'>Venting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just felt that it was necessary to vent about how I've been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;VERY STRESSED. It seems like everything's happening at the same time. I have a huge project for Middle Ages, and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, someone asked me if I was dating my best friend, anybody who reads this I want to let you know: I AM NOT DATING ADAM. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY FIVE MONTHS, JAMIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, half day today but at 2:45 I have to be back up at the school for 'Annie' rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow.&lt;br /&gt;I now eat, breathe, live Annie... no time for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanting to hang out this weekend? We have to hang out soon before Mr. Olsen decides we need Saturday rehearsals too.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1773848651641189449-4993641209823305374?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4993641209823305374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/venting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4993641209823305374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4993641209823305374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/venting.html' title='Venting.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-5174901978381845228</id><published>2009-01-20T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:35:02.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><title type='text'>J.O.N.A.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I got to go to the Jonas Brothers concert...&lt;br /&gt;And Oh my. It was even better then the first time (minus the fact Jamie wasn't there)&lt;br /&gt;I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; see them... and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;I will admit I cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Just being in the same arena with them was so powerful. Nothing like being so close to your heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Flawless Lawless, Garbo, JT,  and Ryan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(with the dreds) &lt;/span&gt;were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Easily one of the greatest nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to upload the videos for Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I don't even know what to say. My brain is still scrambled from them. I guess since I can't form words I'll update later when I can think clearly.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-5174901978381845228?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/5174901978381845228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/jonas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5174901978381845228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/5174901978381845228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/jonas.html' title='J.O.N.A.S.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-1737482372663619463</id><published>2009-01-17T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:29:33.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom petty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantastic'/><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>So, if my mother decides to be nice... I'll be able to go to the Jonas Brothers concert tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just thinking about how fantastic that would be... oh gosh... speechless... breathless....hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's definitely not Jonas Watch: Hallway Edition 2009 without Jamie, but still would be quite fantastic. Cleaning all night to get better chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, things seem a tad better with the person in my last post, we'll call him Carl? Okay that works.. Carl is still as confusing as ever but it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things get better with the Biffs though, I'm tired of being in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for them if they need me but like not in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated and I really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID COMPATIBILITY TEST! I DO NOT WANT HIS BROTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;okay sure that last part didn't make sense..&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-1737482372663619463?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/1737482372663619463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1737482372663619463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/1737482372663619463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-4339995979264640853</id><published>2009-01-16T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:55:50.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Confused.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why do you have to make everything so difficult? Like you confuse me so much. Sometimes it seems like everything would just be easier if I just staying single for the rest of my life... I mean i do enjoy cats. i could be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' cat lady all the children are scared of and stay at home with my twenty-seven cats. That seems easier then what we're going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;We both need to figure out what we want. If it's not each other then oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I HATE BEING STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF MY FRIENDS FIGHTING.&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I'm trying to stay out of it... I keeping getting dragged back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a vacation from EVERYONE except: Josh, Adam, Emily, Sarah, and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Tom Petty, how I wish I could fix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-4339995979264640853?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/4339995979264640853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4339995979264640853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/4339995979264640853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/confused.html' title='Confused.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-3678716506411127038</id><published>2009-01-05T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:34:57.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>New Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My New Years Resolutions '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE THE JONAS BROTHERS 3D MOVIE(:&lt;/span&gt; (DONE!!! )&lt;br /&gt;- get a job&lt;br /&gt;- start drivers ed&lt;br /&gt;- get a good boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who i actually get along with&lt;/span&gt;( DONE!!!!!!! &lt;3 )&lt;br /&gt; - sing in front of people (DONE!!! )&lt;br /&gt;- act on stage ( DONE!!)&lt;br /&gt;- get better grades&lt;br /&gt;- tell people how i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feel about them&lt;br /&gt;- finish writing a song ( DONE!! )&lt;br /&gt;- write a good story ( DONE !!)&lt;br /&gt;- learn 'this is me' on the piano&lt;br /&gt;- eat sushi&lt;br /&gt;- drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; coffee ( my favorite one)&lt;br /&gt;- take at least three good pictures (DONE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- raise money for pocket change for diabetes&lt;br /&gt;- go see my favortite bands in concert&lt;br /&gt;- meet: someone new (DONE!!!), the jonas brothers, michael jagmin(DONE!!!!!), tom petty, nikki sixx, &amp;amp; david schmitt(DONEEEEE!!!!! &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;- get my purity ring ( DONE!!! )&lt;br /&gt;- stop being so jealous of people(DONE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;but as soon as i can think of more they'll be up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="text" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Until you're mine I have to find a way to fill this whole inside. I can't survive without you here by my side. Until you're mine, not gonna even be close to complete. I won't rest until you're mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1773848651641189449-3678716506411127038?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3678716506411127038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3678716506411127038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3678716506411127038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years.html' title='New Years.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773848651641189449.post-3796825995377189464</id><published>2008-12-29T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:45:02.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends jealousy life teenagers'/><title type='text'>So, Here It Goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best friends are in Tennessee and I'm stuck at home. Well Jayy is at home, Emm just went to visit. But still.. Like I can't talk to either of them for like 5 more days. This is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;The most that has ever happened in my life happens while there gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am happy for them though. They get to spend time with each other, not gonna lie, I am a tad jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, Emm &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Jay; inseparable... but they are so much closer with each other then with me. Is it bad I'm jealous of my best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1773848651641189449-3796825995377189464?l=ahachelsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/feeds/3796825995377189464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-here-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3796825995377189464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1773848651641189449/posts/default/3796825995377189464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahachelsie.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-here-it-goes.html' title='So, Here It Goes.'/><author><name>chelsiesparks.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01107802990849462827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__3fdJtYVKAQ/S1R1qe9Jp4I/AAAAAAAAACc/rUf790sZeXg/S220/jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
