chelseafagan's Xanga

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Wed, 03 May 2006 10:42:29 GMT

The Tercel is a piece of crap.

But I love it.

Picture that, but in a slightly gayer color. Slightly.

Man...YL and Campaigners have been doing me well lately. I love Janelle, so glad we had that talk. OC next weekend! Wooh!

-cfh

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 13:38:39 GMT

Man...like, forever. Woah.

Xanga is kinda dunskies.

-cfh

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 14:38:16 GMT

April Cornell is back. That is SUCH good news.

Trey can't leave for spring break 'cause of practice, but has liberty every single day for almost a week and a half, starting Friday, any time he wants. He only needs to be on the academy for a few hours for practice Mon-Fri. Which means tons of time together in the near future.

Rose got the job at Pepper's (apparently). How wonderful.

Things are going splendidly. And I'm reaching ever-closer to a good aerial. Trey should help on that one on Sunday. He did one, randomly, in a parking lot last night. He's such a little show off (but only 'cause I asked him to).

I finally talked to his dad. He likes me, he really likes me. Life is b-e-a-utiful.

Gymnicetics tonight. Should be fun. I think Trey's gonna go next week a time or to (which should be thoroughly embarassing), but any time's fun if he's there...Tonight I have to get a two footed roundoff, a decent handstand held for at least five secs to a bridge, and at least SOME flight on my cartwheels (if not quite the aerial yet).

May not sound like lofty goals, but it's harder than it sounds. Maybe I'll beat Sophie to an aerial...but most likely not.

-cfh

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 12:37:32 GMT

Okay, so--

Gymnastics is hard, yeah, but so worth it. Also a touch on the expensive side, but I really like 1st class...they're nice and new and pretty. I can taste a perfect aerial, I'm so close. And back handsprings will follow as soon as I get these down. I am sooooore. And Trey has agreed (with much enthusiasm) to help me out in learning/perfecting/totally pwning at aerials. Wooh. Go Navy gymnastics...I'm kinda stoked to use their facilities. And this will all be worth it when I make the competition acro team at Rohanna.

So April Cornell closed yesterday. The whole company. That's it. Dunzo. Never again will I work there, never again will there be an April Cornell. I still have my key. Huh. I feel so bad for Marcia, my manager there. She's divorced with two children and this was her full-time, salary and benefits job. Over. Done and gone.

Looks like Pepper's will have to suffice for now.

I'm so sad though--April Cornell...I mean I just got my two-year raise. Damn. It'll be hard to find another job that pays well, has reasonable and flexible hours, makes commission, and is in a great location. God, this sucks.

Whatever happened to Saturday night? When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright...

Hah. Haha. Hoo.

-cfh

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 01:42:30 GMT

I haven't written in forever.

Not much to report.

Except--I love him.

-cfh

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 18:13:12 GMT

My birthday was great. Thank you to everyone who helped make it that way. I love you all so much.

I can't wait to see Kat.

Love.

Lovelovelove.

My party was great...and Annapolis sucked, but that's alright. Our audience was mostly mids and they definitely made it more interesting. Then the whole rest of that night/yesterday was made great by Sophie. And then Trey coming over was just...yay.

I've got practically no voice. I came home early from work.

But I'm just so darn happy.

-cfh

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 02:14:14 GMT

Wow.

I am so lucky.

My life is just going so amazingly well.

I'm taking up some new dance and flexibility routines, along with running. I'm getting really bendy. Today I was working on teaching my sister how to fall back into a bridge position and then kick off. We were stretching. She said I look like "Harry Potter when he lost all his bones." I love her. I'm hopefully starting a new jazz class or doing bellydance with my mom. It should be fun either way.

I love Bible study. Church is amazing, too. My friends are so amazing. Everything is just---AHHHHH. AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY IN THREE DAYSSSSSSS!!!!!! And...let's not forget...Treyyyyy.

Thank you Lord for everything I have in my life, I feel soooooo blessed!!

And today, I was looking for a paper for Janelle, and I stumbled across an old note between Mike and I. It's hilarious.

Me: Pursue me! I'd be a great object of affection!
Mike: How are you in the sack?
Me: AMAZING. 1,000,000,000 times better than Susan.
Mike: I find that hard to believe. Can anyone really be a billion times better than someone?
Me: Yes. Once I shook the hand of a virgin and his lungs exploded from pleasure.
Mike: I was wondering why Jacob was so raspy lately.
Me: Charlie Salem can't be within 100 feet of me or his genitals will dissolve.
Mike: Next time you see him, give him a hug for me.

AHAHAHAHA. I love Mike.

-cfh

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Sun, 22 Jan 2006 18:10:33 GMT

Who would have guessed?

Last night was so fun. I walked around and got tea with Trey, then Sophie and Francesca came and we skated. Then Sophie and I stayed at her house. Then Molly and Corrine and Francesca came over and we played this weird board game. Then Sophie and I went to bed. Then we went to church in the morning. She liked my church. Trey and I held hands through the sermon. <3. Then Sophie and I got lunch at Old Country. Mmm. Next week, I'm going to her Catholic service and she's coming to mine again. I'm paying for OC this time.

Yay.

Eternal Father, strong to save

Whose arms hath bound the restless wave

Who bids't the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep

Oh, hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea.

-cfh

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 03:19:38 GMT

KATIE. Just get out!
SETH. It's my kitchen!!
KATIE. Out of my life! Fine, I don't give a shit, I'll go. I don't care who leaves. I just can't take one more god damned second of this. I am finally, finally, FINALLY, alright with everything. My life is perfect and it's like you have some kind of sensor that tells you when things are going well for me and when it goes off, you say, "Oh, Katie's finally happy. Time to go ruin her shit."
SETH. Fuck you. You know that's not true. It is so typical of you to say shit like this. It is so fucking typical to blame me for everything. Is there anything else that's my fault? Did I cause the Holocaust? I mean, I'm pretty sure I wasn't even born, but if you think so...
KATIE. What the fuck? I--fuck it. No, just fuck it. I don't even know why I came here. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a fiancee who doesn't treat me like absolute shit and he's probably wondering where I am. Take your god damned CDs, I'm leaving.
SETH. You can have them. I'm sure Mike would love them.
KATIE. His name is Mark, and you god damned well know that. And no one wants your shitty taste in music. Take them.
SETH. No.
KATIE. (Dumps CDs on the floor) Fine. Don't take them. Whatever.
SETH. You are such a bitch. I am so glad I don't have to deal with your shit but once every few months when you decide you want to play the Seth Game again.
KATIE. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
SETH. The Seth Game. You know, where you get lonely or bored or nostalgic and decide to go knock around Seth for a few hours.
KATIE. What the fuck are you talking about? I can't stand being around you.
SETH. You say that now, but you always fucking do this. You always fucking do this. And do you know why? Because I'm always gonna go along. I will always let you walk all the fuck over me. I hate myself for it, dear God do I hate myself for it. But I know I will. I am just your fucking ragdoll. Let's just be honest.
KATIE. That is some bullshit.
SETH. Don't patronize me. I know it. Look, right now, you're berating me about ruining your life and smashing my CDs on the floor of my own kitchen. Any sense would have made me tell you to get the fuck out long ago or, better yet, never even let you in. But I can't. I never can. I can never just fucking say no to you.
KATIE. And why is that?
SETH. Because I fucking love you! I fucking love you, Katie! I love everything about you, even the fact that you annoy the shit out of me completely! I hate you so much that I love you, I can't stop, I can't help myself. It's pathetic. I hate myself.
KATIE. Don't say this now. Not now. I have to go.
SETH. I know, whatever, go.
(Exit KATIE in a flustered rush. SETH bends down and starts picking up the broken CD cases. He sighs and shakes his head. KATIE bursts through the door and runs into the kitchen. They pause for a moment and stare at each other. SETH stands up and KATIE leaps into his arms. They kiss passionately against the refrigerator and KATIE stops herself midway, almost as if awoken from a deep sleep.)
KATIE. What the fuck are we doing?
SETH. I love you.
KATIE. (Pause) I love you, too.
(They continue to kiss. Dim lights to black.)

Wow. I wrote this, like, a year and a half ago.

This was a random find.

-cfh

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 20:58:22 GMT

Yeah...wow...Trey is...umm...wow. Yeah, heh, heh.

The meet was amazing...he did great on the high bar. But I mean...afterwards...wow. Uhh, wow. Yeah. Talented.

-cfh