<?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-3290659522640516349</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:27:11.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Happening?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290659522640516349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290659522640516349.post-5792419889281743354</id><published>2007-01-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:22:50.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Over My Head</title><content type='html'>I'm off school for exams. I'm not too stressed about them, I'm pretty sure Social (my last diploma = tomorrow) will be piece of cake/piece of pie. I'm not really in the mood too study. Thank God that Erin and Andrea drug me out to &lt;strong&gt;starbucks&lt;/strong&gt; today for a study session. Hopefully I wont have to know too much abou mr. Mao Zedong, because quite frankly... I have no clue about what he did or when he ruled China. You know those moods where all you want to do is turn the lights down low, turn off your cell phone, put on some amazing mellow tunes and chill? Well.. tonight is one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But that's how it's got to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's rearrange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just say that we agree and then never change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But that's disregard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find another friend and you discard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over my head With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the throw around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And everyone knows I'm in Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm in over my head I'm in over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm missing a lot of things from my past and feeling kind of emo. I guess its just one of those days. But thats okay - music always tends to lift me up. I picked up my guitar for the first time in a lonng, longg time today. My fingers arent too pleased but I guess I'd better get used to it - Guitar first period all next semester. I'm pretty pumped. Speaking of pumped; I'm going to the &lt;strong&gt;switchfoot &lt;/strong&gt;concert in february. It should be pretty sweet. I haven't been to a concert since the Goo Goo Dolls, which was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;So, ten days ago (today) my best friend packed up all his belongings and moved to Sydney, Australia and I miss him like mad. I'm so proud of him, I can't believe he actually did it. It's always been talked about but for people to take action in their words is hardly heard of. He says its beautiful and and I'm envious. A year is a long time when you're waiting for something, especially if you don't even know if its attainable or realistic. I've been thinking about post-secondary and if I'll get accepted to either of the institutions I want to go too and I get knots in my stomach just thinking about it. It seems so far away, but its really not. I haven't even gotten my passport yet. Or applied to college. Or finished Highschool. There just seems like theres so much to do before my life can even &lt;em&gt;start. &lt;/em&gt;I just hope that everything works itself out quickly. I'm dreading going back and starting my last semester of school because then its over and I actually have to do something, but even more so because I have to go back and I can't just do somehting &lt;strong&gt;now. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm also dreading going back to work. Never have I felt so stressed about something that should be enjoyable, but the possibility of getting fired actually totally freaks me out. Especially from my part time job that no one should &lt;em&gt;honestly &lt;/em&gt;get fired from. I don't think it will happen, but just the prospect of that embarassment sucks. I'm pretty sure its time for me to find a new job but its difficult because I havent got the means of transport for getting to and from jobs that I could enjoy and not stress about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 18th, baby&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm pretty pumped. I can't wait until i get my license. Thats so much freedom, I don't know if I'll know what to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to youth tonight with Lori. It should be a great time. Steph is singing  - i'm rreally looking forward to it. I'll write when I have something else to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290659522640516349-5792419889281743354?l=chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/feeds/5792419889281743354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3290659522640516349&amp;postID=5792419889281743354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290659522640516349/posts/default/5792419889281743354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290659522640516349/posts/default/5792419889281743354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-over-my-head.html' title='In Over My Head'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290659522640516349.post-8273740986295814548</id><published>2007-01-09T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:57:51.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today was the second day of school after Christmas break, which I might add, rocked. I'm starting to stress about school&amp;finals&amp;amp;post-secondary really bad. So bad, in fact, I went down to Student Services and set up a meeting with a councellor. Supposedly she's taught in Australia - Sydney, here i come - and can help me out. I'm still not sure about what I want to do. I think it would be amazing to be a Youth Pastor and take my courses at Hillsongs bible college, but for some reason I feel like its the easy way out. I know I would enjoy it, but I doesn't seem like something you can do for a&lt;strong&gt; living. &lt;/strong&gt;I just have build my faith, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, If I'm thinking about applying to both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="www.hillsong.com/college/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hillsongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; and to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world-guides.com/images/sydney/sydney_university.jpg"&gt;University of Sydney&lt;/a&gt;. Both schools are beautiful and offer great courses. Choosing the course I would pursue at the U of S is harder though, because there are so many options... and it seem so &lt;strong&gt;final. &lt;/strong&gt;I would love to go into something from a social worker to a parole officer to a vet tech. There are just too many options, and unfortunately, because I am incredibly lazy, I don't have the marks I &lt;strong&gt;should &lt;/strong&gt;have. This kind of freaks me out. I need chemistry and math for almost everything, and those two subjects, plus physics, are my weakest point in acedemics. Wouldn't it be nice if I could just win the lottery? I think so. I guess its just that everything feel so sureal. I'm only 17, and I have to decide what I am going to do for the rest of my life, and to get into Australia I need a passport, acceptance, student visas, work visas, a cash flow, a plane ticket... I don't know how Cory did it. I'm so excited for him - I can't believe he's leaving on MONDAY. God's going to do great things for him, thats for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, enough about school and more about good times. From the December 27th - January 6/7th I was in Yellowknife visiting Cory. I was surprised at how nice it actually is up there. It's beautiful country. [I'll put some pictures up as soon as I can find the cable to connect my camera to the computer.] If i wanted to live in a small and secluded city up north, Yellowknife would be it. The landscape is amazing. I haven't enjoyed myself as much as I enjoyed myselp up there fore a long time now. I got to go to church for the first time in a long time and I can't wait to get back into everything. Life is going to start to change and I'm going to initate it. I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290659522640516349-8273740986295814548?l=chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/feeds/8273740986295814548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3290659522640516349&amp;postID=8273740986295814548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290659522640516349/posts/default/8273740986295814548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290659522640516349/posts/default/8273740986295814548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelsea-ellis.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-time-gone.html' title='Long Time Gone'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
