HI ME

Hi! I like to surprise people and randomly update when they think I've abandoned my blog. Well, the truth is, I have. Hehe. But for those who are reading this (no one...myself) I would like to say..ANY pictures ever posted on my mom's blog are horrible and please do your best to disregard them. I usually look like a chipmunk in them and even though maybe that is how I look in person, just pretend it isn't.
So now I'm going to ramble because I'm avoiding doing other things and sometimes its just fun..like now! Mmk so I have FOUR more real days of school (not counting finals...) and I'm super excited yay! Haha, prom is saturday and I'm also super excited yay! hahaha. I still don't have a dress, btw. Oops. OH! AND AP TESTS ARE OVERRRRRRRR! I just had a whole paragraph of my predictions on my grades and then I realized that if SOMEHOW someone reads this, they'll probably fall asleep. Soo yeah, well they're probably already asleep, but I don't want to put them into a coma with that paragraph. I think I write better when I talk about things I hate. Haha, hmm. School. I have nothing to say about it though because I don't know how to write well anymore (thank you mr drouin). See, I didn't even know that I should capitalize his name. wowwwww I'm dumbbbbbb. Mmk well I'm just going to go now before you all DIE from boredom, but hello people if you're that bored..STOP reading. Unless you're sooo bored I put you into a trance and you can't look away because your brain shut itself off because it felt so useless reading this. That happens to me a lot when I read what I write. I'm going to go now. I hate paragraphs. bye!!!!




WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!


ps please disregard everything I say...forever, but especially in this post. gracias.

ATTENTION

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You can now sleep easy, the truth is out

It has recently come to my attention that many of you do not understand. The URL for my blog is imnotspanish.blogspot.com. Now this might confuse some of you, if not Spanish, what? And I am finally ready to share it with you all. The truth is, I may not be Spanish, I may not be French, but what I am is British. Yep, I say knickers, I say bloody, I say it all. 100% British. Don't worry, I know you all probably assumed that because my mother does not type "Britishly", she isn't British, and thats the truth, but the trouble comes when you assume that because she isn't British, neither am I. Now I'm sure here in America you all know how to spell assume...
The truth is, when I was 13.24 years old the woman I now consider my mother found me in a British trash can begging for food. (In GB we beg for food, no alcoholics there) Anyway, being the gorgeous child that I am, my mother decided that instead of providing me with a quick meal, she would teach me to cook. Now here's the twist...I have such a magnetic personality, after just 4.67 minutes with me, she decided to make it official: she was taking me home with her...


I was an angry 13 year old British child



Mum.

Actually, I decide what is important

Let me just say something about myself. I know all of you who read this (or at least sometimes read this) know me pretty well, but this is for the few who do not. I'm guessing you got here through my mother's blog, and most likely clicked on my name after reading her post on Mother's Day OR read my last comment on her blog and got pissed off.
"wow, those poor hardworking homeless people. lets just infect peoples lungs with smoke instead! great idea!"
The comment was not in response to her post, by the way, I was responding to some very ignorant comment by some probably very ignorant woman.
So now I suppose I'll "explain" myself. Blahblahblah ACTUALLY, I don't care! Yes, I realize that not all homeless people are lazy, stupid, whatever, but who is she to say that they are more important than the general public. Like honestly!
And of course the poooor homeless guy who goes around looking for bottles to turn in so he can buy his precious alcohol is SO much more important than my brother! Isn't that right?
You honestly cannot expect me to not comment back on that, I mean I suppose if you don't know me....but that's just what I do.

Oh and by the way, I read an essay by a homeless man this year and HE is the one to say that the people looking for bottles to return are usually the alcoholics, so there.

Mother's Day

Para mi madre.

Being a mother is hard, I would know. But even though I have had the burden of caring for a cat for over six months now, I am nowhere near as wonderful a mother as yourself. I myself cannot personally understand the two years of suffering you had to go through before I was born, and again when you had Hannah and could not spend that time with me. And the truth is, I probably will never understand. Most mothers, myself included, do not end up giving birth to a child like myself, and therefore do not experience the pain that you must experience when I am away. I am so grateful that even with five other whiny children, you are still able to constantly keep me happy. You have never once failed me or any of the others for that matter. When all else was missing (certain men...*coughcough*) you remained strong and fought for me, and everything I desired. Without you I would not yet have experienced motherhood, truthfully, I would probably still be chained to the basement toilet. You will never know how much you have done for me, and how grateful I am of the pain you went through to have me (even though I'm sure you enjoyed it)

I love you,
Chelsea

does this actually exist?

My mother is crazy, and so here we go...

Six uninteresting things about me (this might be hard, being that most everything about me is interesting in one way or another):

1. I cannot blow my hair dry, like honestly, I can't do it.

2. I also cannot do homework after school or that night, I mainly always have to wake up around 4 in the morning to do it. (but yet, I'm not a morning person)

3. I like playing with my feet, hands and everything else. I cannot not be holding something.

4. First I am embarrassed by my mother and then I figure out I am actually turning into her. (Middle school I hated when she would yell at the kids for riding their bikes on our hill, but yesterday I found myself beeping and yelling at a kid for doing it.)

5. I can usually find anything to do that gets me away from doing homework, I'm also pretty sweet at avoiding being called on in school.

6. My opinions on things change with the wind, I also usually end up liking people after hating them for no reason for quite sometime.


Sadly, I can only do six. And I must say, that was very difficult!

Very Important

Message to the world:

Well first message to Ali: Please try to work harder stalking me. I know things are hard right now with all the other blogs you stalk, but after all, I am your sister, I should come first.
Next a quick message to Rachel: WTF, you need to practice your blog reading a little more frequently. I need comments, and you need to supply me some, I cannot always be reading comments from my dear old family, so fix that. Thanks!
And now for everyone else: I know you are in love with me, I do. Please just do me a favor and admit it. Honestly! Its so disappointing when you have all these lovers, but none of them will admit it. I cry. And once you tell me, maybe the truth will come out that I love you to, and you can make all my other lovers jealous. Thats always fun..trust me!

Well thank you for reading. Make sure you come back soon when I am less odd...if that ever happens. Adios.
And a video to say goodbye (sort of)



If only I was older, I would have married him, while he was still sexy. And I'm obsessed with the song, I just am! lovelovelovelovelove.

A yay kind of day...so far

I would just like to let everyone know, I am a genius.


And look!




And look here too: (this is what the first "look" was about, but then I saw that^ and HAD to add it)

Well whatever you can't read it, but basically its a class at North where we get to shadow doctors at the hospitals and blahblahblah! yay (click on it and you can read it)

and YAY again, I am taking THE AP TEST! WHEW!

H BD P!

Happy Birthday Poppi! Can't wait for you guys to visit!!!! :-)

love, love, love laptops?

There was something, something, something I was excited for, pero I forget what it was. I just figured I would share it with you, but now I can't. Except I'm thinking it was one of the subconscious things that you don't really know what exactly it is, but you can feel it!
Its quite a shame I have nothing to talk about. Wouldn't it be great though if I had a Macbook because then I could have amazing photobooth pictures here just like all the time. I would just post a picture and my expression would reveal all. Haha.

Love, me.

Being mean

Ok, how about a mean list. Here are all the things I do not like:
-AP lang
-Research Papers
-17 year old boys..0r 18
-Snow(right now at least)
-Not being warm!GRR
-Being crazy
-Teenagers who smoke
-Elitist
-Teeth
-Watching plastic surgery
-People who just don't try
-C's
-B's
-Any grades besides A's
and of course..
-The obvious
but you can figure those out yourself.

I can talk to cats!

Hahaha from wikihow:

1. • Short meow - standard greeting.
   • Multiple meows - excited greeting.
   • Mid-pitch meow - plea for something.
   • Drawn-out mrrroooow - a demand for something.
   • Low pitch MRRRooooowww - a complaint
   • High-pitch RRRROWW! - anger or pain.
   • Chatter (rapid teeth-chattering jaw movements) - excitement, frustration (e.g. when prey is out of reach or escapes)
   • Chirrup (Also called "chirring", a cross between a meow and a purr with rising inflection) - friendly greeting sound, often used by a mother cat to call to her kittens.
   • Purr - invites close contact or attention
2. Watch your cat. Since cats are more "fluent" in body language, certain gestures will accompany vocalizations to reinforce their message.
   
   
   • tail straight up - happy
   • tail twitching - excited or anxious
   • slowly blinking eyes - affection, equivalent of "blowing a kiss"
     
     
     • sustained eye contact is interpreted as being assertive or even aggressive and makes cats uncomfortable; slow blinking communicates trust^[5]
   • wet nose "kiss" - an affectionate gesture when the cat taps its wet nose to you
   • ears back - alarmed
   • rubbing head, flank and tail against a person or animal - greeting ritual
   • head-butting - friendliness, affection
   • face sniffing - confirming identity
   • ears back and flattened - fearful and anxious
   • licks you - this is the ULTIMATE sign of affection. If your cat licks you, your cat considers you to be a part of his/her family, like a mother cleaning her kittens. If you push your cat away when he/she licks you, they will feel hurt and confused. Your kitty loves you!

Now I better go find Scout and have a little conversations about her up and coming babes!

yes, well, here you go

Well I am only doing this because it is required of me. (Comment from last post) It was a deal sorta-thing, I guess you could call it.
I'm just kind of sick of the whole blog thing. (If you can't tell, I go through phases) very short phases. And I know that shouldn't be outside the parenthesis, but I don't care. Blah blah blah, sick of school..maybe that was a phase too...
Its not that I don't like learning, just what we learn is so boring! GAH! And you know, I am really, really bored because I never, ever, ever say "GAH!" ...Never.

There you go, hope you enjoyed because this is over for a really, really long time. The end.


PS maybe someday soon I will write again, so don't give up on me just yet.

Mis Padres

This is mah father..he said to put a picture of him on the page, so here you go, dude! he also said no mentioning farting..(sorry)


My mum. I always say mum because I am British.

Such Great Heights

Today is a good day! I don't know why, but it just is. Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHEL! (you should read this sometime). Blogs are just so funny..and so are Hannah's friends. Sometimes I enjoy the short little posts, they are just so simple and nice and like yay life. Mainly because The Postal Service is amazing, but so is Death Cab, clearly. And Modest Mouse and the other bands that don't exist right now. Haha. I want a picture.

My Sibship

Oh and I am fully aware that I just posted, but see judging by this page it seems as if I only have 1 sibling. This is wrong. Everybody reading this probably knows all my siblings, or is a sibling, but let me introduce them anyway.
BTW, all these pictures are from like 4 years ago, but I love them.

Rickie, por supuesto











Chloe












Gavin







Hannah








Ali