<?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-13323109</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:12.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triumphs and Pitfalls</title><subtitle type='html'>Who's got the keys to the Jeep Vrrooommm...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-562415975143232484</id><published>2008-07-31T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:08:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the wind is a blowing, I feel a change coming on</title><content type='html'>Well,  I have moved again!  I no longer live with Jozie, thank GOD!  I now have an apartment all to myself.  Well I share it with a nice choc lab named jake.  Sometimes my boyfriend comes over and spends the night.  Its pretty sweet.  I also recently got my masters degree in education counseling!  It feels wonderful to be done.  Two years and I'm finally finished!  Hizah!  I'm not really sure if anyone even reads my blogs anymore.  I havent posted in over a year.  I've gotten very very lazy about posting blogs.  Well I have been super busy, I've been working full time, going to class 3 nights a week and doing an internship twice a week.  I cant believe I did it!  I started to burn out there towards the end.  I wish I could have been blogging the whole time while Jozie and I were having a falling out.  The dirt ran deep.  Maybe I'll post about that much later.  Right now I'm looking for new jobs in a school setting, so I can quit Abercrombie and Fitch.  Even though I like my new store, I still want to be outta retail.  Well I'll post soon.  I'm thinking about getting a kitty so my dog will have friend.  So much stuff has happenend.  I will try and keep up with the posting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-562415975143232484?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/562415975143232484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=562415975143232484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/562415975143232484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/562415975143232484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2008/07/wind-is-blowing-i-feel-change-coming-on.html' title='the wind is a blowing, I feel a change coming on'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-4954425443593965708</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:01:04.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Long  time and no posting</title><content type='html'>So its been a very very very long time since I've posted anything.  I've been super busy!  I will start posting agian regularly.  I'm not sure if anyone even still reads this thing, but maybe that will be good, so I can share more private things on here.  I will have an outlet for frustrations!  Well Today I'm going to a friends wedding.  My awesome boyfriend is in the wedding so it should be fun.  I've now been together with Eric for almost 7 months.  Its the best relationship I've been in thus far.  We have so much in common that its fun and then were different enough where it keeps it interesting.  Wel l I should start getting ready for this wedding and not typing, but more to come I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-4954425443593965708?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/4954425443593965708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=4954425443593965708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/4954425443593965708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/4954425443593965708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-long-time-and-no-posting.html' title='Wow Long  time and no posting'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-115704514667445181</id><published>2006-08-31T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:25:46.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved again</title><content type='html'>Hey All I moved to down town Tacoma near stadium high.  I live in a sweet apartment with Jozie on Broadway!  House warming party soon!   ITs so swank and cool.  THough I miss living with AMy Im still close by.  Grad school is fun but it keeps me very busy.  I dont want summer to end and back to gross weather.  It makes me sad!  U people need to call me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-115704514667445181?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/115704514667445181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=115704514667445181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/115704514667445181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/115704514667445181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/08/moved-again.html' title='Moved again'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-115232353869606351</id><published>2006-07-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:52:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO moved on...</title><content type='html'>I moved!   I moved back to N Tacoma for the summer.  I'm subletting for Meggie.  I love it!  I'm back where everything is.  It takes me the same amount of time to get to work, because I hit 3 stop lights instead of 10 plus 2 train tracks, and its all freeway driving now.  I love being near night life, and friends again.  I've been having so much fun since I've moved.  We've had BBQ's and get togethers.  My house mates are rad.  we walked down to the 4th of july.  And the Swiss guy and I got wasted.  I love summer too!  I wish I didnt have to move in 2 months.  The only prob is my car got egged this morning.  Sad I ruined some of my paint.  Oh well.  I'm so much happier here though than in fife.  I love being able to walk home from the ram, though its a long walk its still better then driving to fife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-115232353869606351?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/115232353869606351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=115232353869606351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/115232353869606351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/115232353869606351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-moved-on.html' title='SO moved on...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-114815234331017101</id><published>2006-05-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:12:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times they are a changing...again...</title><content type='html'>This month started off with a bang!  Katie's 22nd bday on cinco de mayo was awesome...  A few days later though I had to say goodbye to a really good friend... Zach Crofton aka asain zach moved to oregon, I miss him tons... THough his parting wasnt as hard as it should have been, I was so excited because Matt was coming the next day from Denver!  we hadnt seen eachother for 6 months and I had missed him so much...  That week was a whirlwhin....  We hung out on the couch watching movies a lot, drinking more than I have in a long time... hehehehe... On tue we went to a Mariners game against Tampa and we WON!  Spending time in seattle was a blast...We also made a trip of to Vancouver BC which was fun though I started a dranken spat... For the most part we had a blast together, accept on sunday when I had to go to work, and I woke up an hour late and was still drunk.... I got my hang over at work... Needless to say I have no idea what I said at orientation...  The new kids most be thinking God thats our manager????   I still had vomit in my hair!   Matt came to pick up and we went and got stain remover for the red stain that ended up on my carpet....  Waistbasket is red...  Sunday night was difficult because I started getting upset early that he was leavign the next day... Mon you guessed it I went on a crying jag, and probably annoyed the shit outta matt... boys dont like it when u cry for 3 hours that they're leaving when they havent left yet....  But luckily he had prepared for that... We had spent a really fun time together that week, and to pack 6 months of not seeing eachother into one week is hard.... Especially when you do have a good time and enjoy his company... Goodbyes are really really tough for me... Plus I was sick from the first day he got there, and I am still sick today... I felt like it would have been more fun if i wasnt coughing up green stuff and not being able to sleep all week.  I know he had a good time too, but he was excited to get back to his life in Denver, and start a new job...   I was mostly upset because I dont know when I'll see him again... I could quite possibly never see him again...  I think thats what got me so upset that whole day... We had spent an amazing week together and i want to be around him and now I dont know when that will happen or ever happen again... Whats ment to be will happen though and I'll just have to let it go... Hearing his voice over the phone or texting eachother simply does not replace real contact...   But I have realized with what ever happens I want him to be happy and if I would have just listened to what he was saying about how we have no control over the future and just enjoy the time we have together now I would have stopped crying and just enjoyed being with him for those last few hours...  The lesson was learned and used later on in the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur Megs and I went out for our last night together for a few months... She's going back to Alaska and then to germany for the summer... Lucky for me she's a super senior and is comign back in the fall...   We went to E9 and ran into casey, rocky and theyre friend jeff, we ended up taking shots and drinking a lot... I hadnt eatin all day I'm pretty sick and have had purple and white dots on the back of my throat since tue...  So I get drunk enough to chock down pizza so they're something in my tummy... Drunk off of three drinks mind u... Drinking the week before and tryiing to keep up with matty like I used showed me tolerance is down... So we decided to walk up to chop sticks where I run into becky and lissa which reminded me theres still going to be friends here too if i just call them... Its ladies night at chopsticks drinks are hella cheap so casey starts throwign down 100 dollar bills and saying go order rounds of drinks because u guys get them cheaper... We are wasted by the time we get back to megs house, we eat crackers and talk for an hour with the boys... Megs had stolen the 1 ball from sigma nu so then i decide for some reason that i should have it so now i have the one ball from sigma nu sitting on my window sill...  I dont even know anyone in that house anymore... (THough I did run into a kid named carson last night while haning with Kjirsten so maybe ill give it to him... )  So I get home with only 4 hours to sleep before work... Have an amazing day at work... get off late and have to go take megs to the airport... She's not done packing and running around frantically at 7pm her flights at 930... We still had to drop off her car at the storage unit.  We finally drop her off at the airport at 830.  Though I was getting really sad and wanting to bust out in the same type of tears I cried on matts last day I held them off...  Giving her a hug goodbye i felt them rising and dropping her off in the same spot that i had to leave matt at was crushing me... As soon as I pulled out i tried not to let them come up... and i didnt the whole car ride until I got home then i was a sob story...  But atleast i didnt ruin the last hour i had with her... We talked like normal...  I'll most likely be subletting her room for the summer by UPS... Then I started crying because I realized most of my friends are scattering they're moving on to new cities and new lives and im here still going back to UPS for grad school... why did i only apply to two grads schools?  what was i afraid of?  I should have applied to schools all around the west coast!  I could be starting over someplace new too... though i had very little time to actually apply any  where... I started talking to asain zach online... He put things in perspective for me... Then Kjirsten called and wanted to hang out because this is here last week here... so I went out to magoos with her and her bf aaron.  We ran into kids who are now going to be seniors but were sophs when i was a senior and that made me feel old.  They were on a 21 bday run... that made me feel even older... We just sipped on our beers and watched them get fucked up... Then we went to a new place that just opened on  6th and union called ferallis and had pizza and watched the kids get wasted some more... Ended up talking to a kid named carson for a long time... Then Kjirsten was tired so we went home early on a friday night... I was bummed but had only had 4 hours of sleep the night before so i was excited to sleep.  We may go out tonight and hopefully mira comes out tooo I miss her and havent seen her forever, she was really busy this past semester with her new bf two jobs, school and gphi...  so hopefully ill get to say goodbye to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro's coming this wed though... I'm totally stoked for that... The only problem is I have to pack my apartment up and move!  I should really start doing that.... but since im a chronic procrastinatior i wont... Plus i need to know if im moving into meg's house for the summer or not first, i probably will be moving in june 1... but if not im moving home to the harbor YUCK!  no i dont wanna live with my parents again im almost 24...   plus i need to find a new job this one sucks and im done with it... But i must pay the bills...  I'm sooo stoked for her to come though... I havent seen her in a year!   I cant believe its been that long...  But i know its only for a week and then she'll be gone again... I was talking with her last ngiht and she was like why dont u move here with me... Let me tell ya i'm thinking about it... even though im sad here and want to start over its still hard to give up the place where u grew up and love so much... filled with the right people this place is amazing...  but those people are gone even my highschool friends who im close to have scattered for the most part and the ones who havent seem to be reliving past glories... I dont want to do that i want to create new ones... I really want to go to grad school though thats super important to me... I can still go to seattle u in the winter if i want... Or I could look at transfereing to another school someplace else... That has me excited...  So i think i'll spend fall semester here goign to ups... Which has already proved difficult, the class im taking is in a class room i had my senior year...  I look out the windows and it puts me back to that time... I think about gphi and how much fun i had with that... All the friends i made who are no longer there, the two guys really special guys i met there and how we met... The people i still expect to see on campus, i feel they're ghosts everywhere... I dont think i can concentrate when i have feelings like that happening... So what i maybe doing is hacking it out for one more semester... Then transfering... I think i'll probably do it where i know someone.  Like AZ and living with bj, or san fran and live with caro... Seattle or san diego... some place....  different... a new begining because reliving old new begining is hurting too much...  Well i guess this is a long post... i havent posted in a long time, and strangely this helped me vent and i feel a little better... To all those I love, care about, and who are special to me i hold u dear and close in my heart...  Even though i may not call enough or keep in good contact like i should know that i am thinking about u....  Now off to start my day off, i wish i was over this cold soo i can go back to working out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-114815234331017101?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/114815234331017101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=114815234331017101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114815234331017101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114815234331017101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/05/times-they-are-changingagain.html' title='Times they are a changing...again...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-114627861232400512</id><published>2006-04-28T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:43:32.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling of ack</title><content type='html'>Work has been well... I found out that I will most likely be getting into UPS.  Seattle U is a no go unless I want to wait till winter.  The person writing my last letter of rec didnt get it done in time.  SO they will not consider me for fall.  I may go to ups and then transfer.  Jozie and I will be tacking on an extra month or so.  Disapointed I will not be moving to seattle.  I need to get out of this city oh sooo badly.  I feel strangled here, and I cant breathe.  Most of my really good freinds have left, or are so busy with work or school they have no time.  Plus other friends are going to be moving within the next few months.  I want to move to seattle and start over but its not going to happen right now.  I cant wait to start grad school though, and two awesome people are coming to visit in may so thats super exciting!   Sometimes i wish i would have just moved to AZ to live with bj.  There's so many people I miss all the time... Tom, BJ, Laura, Carolyn, O'Rear, MJ, Asian Zach because he's moving to Yerka, Becky because I hardly see her along with Lissa, I dont get to see Megs, Mira or Kjirsten that much, Jason just got engaged and I havent seen him since he introduced me to his gf, Rachel and I make plans all the time but I only get to see her once a month which isnt nearly enough, and brandon and kyle now that i dont work with them i dont see them.  I love u all and I hope u know how much u mean to me!   I hope all of lifes roads lead us down a good path, and someday they will cross many times...   After writing this I feel better... I think I'm going to go play catch with some of my guy friends now!  I love u all enjoy the sun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-114627861232400512?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/114627861232400512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=114627861232400512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114627861232400512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114627861232400512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/04/feeling-of-ack.html' title='A feeling of ack'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-114469407459169169</id><published>2006-04-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:34:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all float on...</title><content type='html'>Well I havent had time to post in awhile, but to catch everyone up I'll briefly go over some key points.  On the 24th of March David and I drove to Ellensburg for a very fun 23rd bday of Ms. Jane Kennedy.  We got really really wasted, more so then I have in a really long time.  Pics are up of this even and also AZ if anyone wants to check that out.  Devin and Kyle quit at the old Hollister which I miss kyle but he was so grumpy at the end he wasnt fun to be around.  Devin all I can so I thank the lord he's not here anymore I feel so much better already.  Though we have an interesting situation going on, a new manager is down from bellingham he just graduated and is my age, most of the kids are having trouble adjusting and they think he's creepy so thats rough to deal with.  Then we are borrowing the sweetest girl from alderwood, orginally from Boise, so work has been a lot better lately, not ideal but better.  I am still lookin for another job, but that is tough when you still have no idea where you will be attending school.  I have an interview with UPS in a week.  I am now regretting not applying to seattle pacific.  I really want to live in seattle.  My Seattle U app has been held up by one of my recomendaters.  So I keep praying to see if thats done.  So just waiting to hear back from them.  Jozie and I have till the end of may in our appartment, leaving us little time if i stay here to find a place to live.  Its stressing  me out! I just hope im up for the challange of grad school!  I'm sure I am, I need to get outta hollister fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-114469407459169169?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/114469407459169169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=114469407459169169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114469407459169169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114469407459169169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-all-float-on.html' title='We all float on...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-114273570279449204</id><published>2006-03-18T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:38:14.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>The night started off with Becky coming over and drinking some Guinness, which was Brilliant to quote the commercial. I got ready, adorned my only green item a green Hollister tank top I had to retrieve from the goodwill bags sitting in my room. Some green eyeshadow and I was good to go. When I arrived at Magoos there was a freaking long line with hardly anyone in the bar. I quickly recognize friends and one old friend I hadn't seen in 3 years. Hugs all around. We waited in line for 20 min before we could get in. For the past two years I had been in a different country for this day. Two years ago Adelaide, AU at the Oxford. Last year I was in Vancouver Canada at the Speak Easy. The day after St. Patty's Day last year we celebrated Matto's bday at Magoos. He got so wasted that he threw up in a Urinal. I was wasted last year, but luckily Jeff and I had walked there. This year I had to drive, so I had to pace myself. I had one Irish Car Bomb to start the evening off, then rounds of Guinness were on. Met some really cool friends of Matto's talked a ton, found out Scot is engaged! First penis I ever saw! Weird! It was a blast. Came home ate some food and talked on the phone till late. Didn't get wasted this year and woke up without a hangover but still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, finally got my computer fixed after a month of it being broken. 490 spyware files and 118 dollars later it works better than ever! Arizona pics are finally up along with some cute pictures of Jozie's puppy, Alice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-114273570279449204?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/114273570279449204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=114273570279449204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114273570279449204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114273570279449204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-pattys-day_18.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-114056283766485259</id><published>2006-02-21T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:00:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt for Grad schools and the last minute GRE!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to go to grad school...  I'm trying to get into for fall quater at University of Seattle and Fall Semester at UPS.  THe deadlines are quickly aproaching and I still havent taken the GRE... I just decided to do this this past friday. UPS deadline is March 1 and U of Seattle is March 20.... UPS DEADLINE IS IN A WEEK!  So I am cramming and trying to get all my requirements done!  Why didnt I do this when I first bought my GRE Study book this past Dec?  I wish I would have now...  WEll wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-114056283766485259?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/114056283766485259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=114056283766485259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114056283766485259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/114056283766485259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/02/hunt-for-grad-schools-and-last-minute.html' title='The Hunt for Grad schools and the last minute GRE!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113909133224153997</id><published>2006-02-04T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T14:22:49.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few days of vacation and the trip home...</title><content type='html'>So Sat night I blacked out... Drank two bottles of wine, and some liquer drinks... I guess I was a became a raving bitch... I was mean to BJ and laura, and told someone i liked to fuck off and go to hell... The next day was brutially hung over and layed in bed crying all day... Until Laura made me get my ass outta bed and go out to dinner with the mccabe family. I had Buffalo! Real buffalo... It was awesome... Then sat in the hot tub all night and relaxed so that kicked ass... Monday hung out with Bj and Laura all day and went for a kickass hike it was so beautiful... Then went out to another gay bar this one in phoenix with bj, laura, ben and brandon... Had a really good time and said got to say goodbye to the hot boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BJ and I went to IN and OUT burger which was fucking awesome~ Then I said goodbye to laura at her star bucks and franitcally packed. I got to the airport to check in as they were calling final bording call for my flight... I've never ran so fast with luggage before... I was huffing and puffing by the time I made it to my gate... I couldnt even talk to the ladies... THey had to open the gate for me they were about to shut the airplane doors... CRAZY! I had to leave my check in bag at the gate... Granted they borded the plain early and shut the doors early which pissed me off... BUt Hey I MADE IT! THen I got home and turn on my computer I have some sorta virus and all my programs come up not responding... So now my computer is still virus scanning and Its been three days... I am currently typing from my parents computer... I think I may have to get the geek squad in to take a look at it... Not happy... Then work has sucked, came home and cried thur after work... So friday I just sat at home and talked with friends... I'm all partied out anyways and I am de toxing! Oh and I got a rad Ohio State sweatshirt from my cousin! KICK ASS! BJ Tom LAURA and STEVERY IHAD THE BEST TIME WITH U GUYS! Oh and my roommate is on her way to get a puppy! WOW this should be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113909133224153997?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113909133224153997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113909133224153997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113909133224153997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113909133224153997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-few-days-of-vacation-and-trip.html' title='Last few days of vacation and the trip home...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113850060651805121</id><published>2006-01-28T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:10:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation rules</title><content type='html'>Thur night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we end up at e 4...   E 4 is the coolest club... I went with Laura, brandon and ben the two guys we met at the gay bar, one strait one gay...  We get fucked up... I end up kissing ben the gay one!  I've kissed agay man now! LOL&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;  WE drink a lot... Brandon buys me a lot of shots... NOt good... I dont normally drink that much liquer.  I guess I make the gogo dancer get down from her block so I can dance...  I get asked soon afterward by security to get down so the GoGo dancer can go back to dancing...   I quickly get up on a step that is higher than heres to dance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we leave the bar I guess I go running down the street in my brandnew heals and people have to chase afterme...  THis is black out time for me so here on out everything has been told to me...   I guess I yell at BJ for whereing fluffy my rabbit firt wrap...  While he's sleeping in the car...  Laura, Brandon and I go walking down the strip speaking in australian accents...  Then these people and guy and a girl with beeds were like flash us for beeds, so I guess I flash the girl only and get beeds.... Then laura wanted beeds and the guys were like only if we see it, and laura was like only if michelle does it with me... So I did something i havent done since I was 20... The girl that gave me beeds, laura and I all flashed the guys to get beeds!  DONT REMEMER that!  Then I took off down the street again... Where laura and brondon didnt know where I was... Laura went to puke while brandon searched for me...  THey found me and i passed out until i got back to bjs... Didnt know laura had puked... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lo key because we were all so hung over... Went to lunch and dinner... Then drank beer with steve, and laura in the hot tub... Then came back to go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid out in the sun... BJ came home then went out to lunch with bj and laura, now I'm drinking wine... Bout to take a shower so I can get ready to go out.... WIll post with how that goes... I'm sure I'll black out again... Its good only once so far have I blacked out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113850060651805121?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113850060651805121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113850060651805121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113850060651805121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113850060651805121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/01/vacation-rules.html' title='vacation rules'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113830842917182756</id><published>2006-01-26T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:47:09.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottsdale Arizona!</title><content type='html'>I got into Phoenix at 1030 am tue morning...  I had no idea who was picking me up since Tom and BJ both had to work.  I assumed it would either be Laura or TOms mom.  Luckily it was both and I had been immediately picked up.  Unfortunately I had brought the clouds with me, very upset about that.  Bj got off work and came met me at the McCabes.  THe sun finally started to come out, Steve got home so BJ, Steve, and I went out for Maragritas at Que Bueno THey fucking rocked!  Afterwards we went and got beer and went back to BJ's Condo.  At this point the sun was starting to go down and it was 80 degrees!  It fucking rocked.  So I ended drinking 5 beers and having a shot.  Laura gets off work and Bj and are trashed.  We go out, but we were having trouble finding popin places on a Tue night.  After I'm smashed we find a place called NEXT.  It's sooo crouded.  We get a nerdy guy to buy us glasses of white wine which came in not a wine glass but a stupid glass u would drink rum and coke outta.  I wanted one of the huge wine glasses damnit.  So we're dancing and getting really really trashed when I start to feel black out coming on I need some fresh air.  So I grab Laura as she's talking to the nerdy guy and pull her outta the club.  Found out later the guy had a huge boner so She was happy to leave.  We finally find the car with bj sleeping in it.  But i'm tooo wasted to get in so Laura and I start walking up and down the strip.   I'm so wasted that I think its a good idea to talk with an Australian accent the whole time.  Every single person we talked to bought it.  IT was fucking hilarious!   We ended up getting VIP passes to Mist for friday night.  I got my cheeks pinched a lot and guys were telling me how cute my accent was... Wow lucky I lived there for so long so I know some things about the country.  We finally get in the car and I pass out.  When we get back to BJs I pass out in all my clothes on the couch.  THe next morning bj woke up early and was like do u wanna sleep in my bed, and I guess all i did was mumble so he asked again, and then i yelledd I cant move...  SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUNG OVER!   So it must have been a good night.  We eventually go over to Lauras and have lunch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go out to this awesome Sushi place called RA.  And i eat somuch sushi I think im going to explode...  BJ really wants to go out to the gay bar BS... Wasnt very excited about that, but I wasnt feelin so good so not being super active was fine with me.  We sit down upstairs and order a drink.  Bjs excited because they're so many hot guys, and he takes off to go dance.  Laura and I just sit there with really sad expressions our faces...   So many hot boys who dont want my bits...  Laura then said theres got to be one strait guy here with one of his friends... I look around and I see lots of strait girls there with their friends but no strait guys.  I keep moping...  THen this guy comes up and sits down next to me, I look over and see he;s staring at me, and checking me out... I look at him again and he smiles and introduces himself.  THen tells me he's strait and here with a guy friend.  He introduces his guy friend to us.  We quickly get to talking this guy is hot and SUPER nice....  He plays volleyball like me!  So much in common it was crazy.. I dont feel well still so all night long I only have 5 drinks we were out for like 6 hours so I wasnt even buzzed.  But the gay bar plays such good music and Brandon and I decide to go dance.  He's awesome and the really fairy lookin gay guy starts trying to copy my dance moves, and brandon notices points it out and all i can do is laugh...  We end up kissin by the end of the night in front of all the gay guys who kept coming up and saying how jealous they were!  HOW RANDOM IS THAT!  Meeting a really totally hot sweet, nice guy at a gay bar who likes me!  He then asked what we were doing for thur and night says he's going to E4 which is something we were going to do anyways so i  gave him my phone number and he's going to call us tonight..  HOw weird... He was so respectful and nice...  AND IN BJS WORDS FUCKING HOT!  LOL..... BJ ws trashed and he had to work at 7am his alarm started going off at six and it was going off for 10 min so I went and tried to wake him up.. DIdnt work so I thought he would just get up on his own.  @ 10 am I heard him walking around and I was like is it 1 already becasue thats what time he was supposed to be off and he was like no its 10 am i slept through my alarm!  So BJ is now home with  me and we have been layin in the sun!  GO HARD OR GO HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113830842917182756?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113830842917182756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113830842917182756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113830842917182756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113830842917182756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/01/scottsdale-arizona.html' title='Scottsdale Arizona!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113800463679931357</id><published>2006-01-23T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:23:56.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to AZ on tue!   Ill be gone a week to visit bj, tom, laura, and steve!  I'm sure mutch drunkeness, dancing, hiking, eating, and sun will be in order!  I'm soooooo stoked, and cant wait to get there.  I hate my job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113800463679931357?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113800463679931357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113800463679931357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113800463679931357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113800463679931357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/01/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113686894487612415</id><published>2006-01-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:55:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary phone call at work..</title><content type='html'>Sat night I was closing down the store it was around 1130 we were running late.  THe phone rings which is weird because we're supposed to be out at 11.  One of the kids picks it up and sayz they want to speak to a manager.  So the guy on the other line asks me if we sale shirts, I was like yep, pants, yep, boxers, yep, shoes, nope, socks, nope...  He says welll then you pretty much sale the whole outfit and I was like yep.  THen he asked if his paycheck was in, and I asked well who is this.  He replied with JOn, Jon Locka.  I said well we dont have a Jon Locka who works here.  THen he asked if we were closing the store because he really wanted his check.  I could hear voices in the back ground but they werent people laughing.  I was like who is this more sternly, then he said, you know who this is Michelle, you're the asshole who fired me.  And I was lkike who are you, he was like this is jon locka and I want my pay check.  I have never fired a Jon locka.  It freaked me out when he said my name.  Really unerved me.  So then I said well I have to get back to closing and hung up on him.  I told the kids and Jake said no worries Ill walk you out to your car.  I was really upset that they knew my name.  Until Angela pointed out I probably picked up the phone the way I always do, Hi this is Michelle.  I couldnt remember since it was so late I might not have.  We have been pranked called by one of the girls exboyfriends who only worked at day a lot lately but I wasnt sure if it was him.  when I told kyle the next day he was like yeah some guy has been calling and saying do u sale whitie tighties a lot lately over and over again.  It must be the same guy.  I'm still upset though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113686894487612415?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113686894487612415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113686894487612415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113686894487612415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113686894487612415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/01/scary-phone-call-at-work.html' title='Scary phone call at work..'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113627033064757609</id><published>2006-01-02T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:38:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Well its been awhile... Why haven't I posted in so long?  Well it might be due to the 7pm to 8am shifts I was working or the 64 hour a weeks I was putting in...  But recently some good things have happened as well, such as.... My cousins came out to visit.  My cousin Oliver who is 20 I havent seen him since I was oh 14.  It was creepy how alike we were... He's so fuckin cool...  we had a good time.  I tried to take him out as much as possible.  The best was sneakin him into a bar for new years.  After much debate I finally found an ok new years gig.  My friends band Jupiter and Mars was playing at the ship wreck and they were able to get my underage cousin in as long as he was rodying for them...  Meaning he had to carry guitars and shit.  we had a fuckin blast and I got crunked for a change.  Also goot things this week, tommy mccabe is \home and so is neils.  I just gotta the hot tub with the both and Dan after a realy nice convo...  besides worknig and hanging out with people not much else has been going on.  I hope everyones xmas and new years kicked ass!  Oh and on new years we met puck from the real world... He works at the ship wreck where my friends band was playing...  I got pics with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113627033064757609?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113627033064757609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113627033064757609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113627033064757609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113627033064757609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-time-no-post_02.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113443733756486253</id><published>2005-12-12T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:28:57.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are here!</title><content type='html'>Yeah its Christmas time once again... So far its been interesting... I played Santa for Gamma Phi because I was the only Alumna around. It was soooooooooooo awesome... It made me miss all the girls so much and being in a sorority... I've been working like crazy, this week it seems is a 6 day work week, and I'm guessin next week will be too. BOOOO.. I baked cookies for my girls, and went to Deck the Hall Ball with Jozie. Which was awesome. Then she kinda bummed me out because she got our tree without me, and also put the lights I bought for the tree up with out me. So today I went xmas shopping and I got a wreath for our door, new candle holder and candle. Put the first ordimate on a new one I bought a glass tree. New red placemats, a stocking and a santa thing for our door... I decorated too! Plus I got cool stuff to give to friends, looks like I will be doing a lot more baking! ALSO I BOUGHT XMAS CARDS! I need you're addresses... This is my first xmas not in student housing or at my parents house, I'm stoked to make it all mine, and I wont let roomies bf who's here all the time mess it up... Next on the list is baking cookies with Rachel, and somehow finding time to finish my shopping.. I really hope Jane comes home for xmas eve so her parents will still have that kickass party we go to every year... Hear that Jane ur coming home, I'll beat ur bosses up! I hope everyone survives the holidays and its as merry as it should be... Now for some Chai Nog and laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113443733756486253?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113443733756486253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113443733756486253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113443733756486253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113443733756486253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays are here!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113357565519466163</id><published>2005-12-02T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:07:35.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>It snowed!  YEA!   Before Jozie left for AZ she said, I really hope it doesnt snow while I'm gone.  I reassured her that it wouldnt.  OOOPS!  I really didnt think anything of the snow yesturday.  I was bummed because it was snowing a lot at my work but by the time I got down to my apartment there was no snow.  So I made plans with Zach to hang out.  I went over to his house and started watching Kill Bill, as the final scenes were being played I looked up and noticed huge flakes coming down.  I was like guys its snowing!  We all dared zach to write his name in the snow, he did in perfect cursive.  Then a massive 7 person snow ball fight came outta no where when I threw the first snowball at zach after he was done.  After that we made a snowman/women with an errect penis and a can of PBR sitting on it.  It was the coolest snowmanwomen ever.  We decided going to the bars would be no fun so we walked to 711 and bought a mini keg and an 18 pack of bud light.  We played a couple of friendly games of Kings to get us all nice and toasty.  Ashely got really toasty when  she pulled the last card and it was a king...  WOOOOO WILD TURKEY, BEER and WISKEY...  We then went out again for a massive boy vs girl snow ball fight.  We were out numbered but we held our own.  Still lost but we didnt give in.  THen finished off the night watching Robin HOod men in tights and watching the snow fall till almost 3 am.  One of the picsof the snowman zachs giving it head...  Kevin and I both agreed the next morning that was probably one of the most fun nights we've had in a long time... It was just so random... I HEART SNOW IN TACOMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113357565519466163?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113357565519466163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113357565519466163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113357565519466163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113357565519466163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113330328967657891</id><published>2005-11-29T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T14:28:09.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Thanks Giving was awesome... Learned how to cook it by helping mom in the kitchen.  Relaxed, ate and watched a what not to wear marathon!  WOOP WOOP!  Well Friday wasnt as much fun... See there's something in the retail business called black friday which is essentially the worst day ever...  Its where all these places have huge sales, except our store since its a "luxury brand" according to Dave...  SO everyone comes out and shops for xmas which is still a month away.  STUPID...  I had to close on friday till midnight, which we left at 1 am.  I wanted to die.  Got up the next morning and went to work again, but this time Dave was there.  FUN blah...  Sunday worked came home and slept... Worked monday till midnight... Got up for managers meeting on my first day off.... WHEW what a weekend I am the party star!   I'm tired and my body hurts... WEll better put on a happy face back to work tomorrow. I have friday off so I'm going out thur and fri night for the first time in awhile if anyone wants to join me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113330328967657891?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113330328967657891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113330328967657891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113330328967657891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113330328967657891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113255428984326624</id><published>2005-11-20T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:51:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun Fire at the Ghetto T Town Mall</title><content type='html'>Today served as a reminder that I do not want a promotion to Tacoma. Though it would kick ass to work with Carrie again, I do not feel like being shot at would be a wise career move. Around 1 I received a call from Emily the Visuals manager at the Tacoma Hollister, she needed our district managers phone number. She sounded semi frantic and I asked her what was wrong. She replied.... There was some guys shooting a assault rifle, he had ammo strapped to his chest! I was like what the fuck, oh my god yeah hold on I'll get yah Daves phone number. When I got back I asked her what in the fuck happened. She was floor supervising and about to go into the lounge when she heard a loud series of sounds. She thought the porch was calapsing. Then people started running in the store diving on the floor and screaming he has a gun and he's shooting. Then she got people in the stock room which has a door that leads to the outside. Mettler had recently transferred to Crombie and I was worried about him. She told me that he was managing and he also got everyone into the stock room but they did not have a door that lead to the outside so they were trapped, but had been rescued by the swat team. I asked her if she had called Carrie (the store manager at Tacoma) yet and let her know, she had and Carrie had been trying to get a hold of Dave. He's in San Diego visiting his girlfriend. Nate the GM for ALderwood called me for the scoop he was worried and I informed him on what was going on and that no one could get a hold of Dave.  He told me to get a phone number to a San Diego Crombie, call them and ask for their District managers number.  If we could get ahold of Dave's GF then we could let him know what was happening. So I forwarded the number to Carrie so she could try and get ahold of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hollister then picked up becoming really busy. A lot of the customers were tellin us they were at Tacoma Hollister when it happened. One couple I talked to said that they had heard the gun fire in the front rooms and ran to the back where the kids were still ringing people up. They yelled didn't u hear the gun fire! They hadn't because the music is so loud. After Emily got everyone in the stock room they were the ones who pushed open the door to the outside. I guess Em was pretty frantic according to one of our employees who also works at the Tacoma Victoria Secret. I can't believe after all the gun fire and people being shot that these people continued on they're shoppin adventure. If it were me I would have gone home immediately... The day was just fucking crazy....  I'm glad that I work at quiet South Hill in Puyallup...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113255428984326624?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113255428984326624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113255428984326624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113255428984326624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113255428984326624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/11/gun-fire-at-ghetto-t-town-mall.html' title='Gun Fire at the Ghetto T Town Mall'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113125388239674239</id><published>2005-11-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:11:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin stretched thin</title><content type='html'>I guess it maybe the working 50 hour weeks or not having a day off in 9 days.  But I'm feeling like my life is no longer exciting.  I feel like I dont have a best friend anymore.  I dont hav as many girl friends to go out with or guy friends to kick it with.  IN reality I still have the same amount of friends I've always had.  But I guess in this past month I feel like I've grown apart from all of them.  There are some people I havent seen in almost two months.  Or some even longer.  I'm bored of this town, and the stuff in it.  I dont have regular days off and hardly two in a row.  If i did I could do more stuff and go out with all my friends.  Maybe go drive to Canada for the weekend.  Hollister has taken over my life even on my days off, I still have to go out recruiting.  I hate that superficial materialistic job.  It wears at my soul, but I'm having trouble findin another job.  I know what I want to do now is be a highschool counselor but with the hours i work i cant get certified.  I miss my friends I miss having a life.  I miss the social life college provided for me.  I know things will get better.  It helps that my roomie is feeling a lot of the same things I am and we get a long great.  We cook together and go out together, sit in and watch movies together.  so thats great.  I need a change and I need it fast, I'm just not sure exactly what to change and how.  I'm working on trying to figure that out.  I need to go out and see all my friends more often.   Thats probably the first thing I need to change.  I need to start living life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113125388239674239?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113125388239674239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113125388239674239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113125388239674239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113125388239674239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelin-stretched-thin.html' title='Feelin stretched thin'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113098003159701855</id><published>2005-11-02T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:07:11.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST DONE!</title><content type='html'>Almost done with a 9 day work week.  I have fri sat off!  But unfortunately part of fri night will be spent recruiting with Hollister managers.  The only good thing is I get to pick up the new hot MIT who works at my store from work so he can go with us, and we're done by 10pm.    Then I can meet up with  friends and WILE OUT!   I really need too!  oh just one more early day at work.... I'm thinking I'm getting crunked on thur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113098003159701855?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113098003159701855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113098003159701855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113098003159701855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113098003159701855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-done.html' title='ALMOST DONE!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-113004738067870880</id><published>2005-10-22T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:03:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have died because I am in hell...</title><content type='html'>I just got home from work, its 11pm.  I have to be up at 430 am to be back at work at 5am.  For the rest of the week I will be working at 6am.  Tue is my day off but I have to be there for managers meeting at 8 am.  Which I personally believe is the biggest waste of time ever.  I have one day off and I have to be at work anyways.  I only make six bux an hour after 44 hours for the week, I'm scheduled 54 plus an hours managers meeting which with crazy devin always turns into an hour and half.   He's trying to be nice and letting me go at 11 on Thur so it will feel like I sorta have two days off.  I am currently lookin for a way outta hell, I mean lookin for a new job.  Ill buck it up for now though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-113004738067870880?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/113004738067870880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=113004738067870880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113004738067870880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/113004738067870880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-must-have-died-because-i-am-in-hell.html' title='I must have died because I am in hell...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112991453919696521</id><published>2005-10-21T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:08:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best surprize ever!</title><content type='html'>After being mad at him for a few weeks because he didn't call me on my bday or call at all for that matter.  He called me late monday night and asked me to pick him up.  After a long talk and lettin him know I was pissed he finally convinced me to pick him up!  It was awesome to see Nor Cali boy.  That was the best surprize I've ever had, especially since I was so mad at him.  He didn't get to stay long, and he had tons of people to see.  But it was nice to have him for awhile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112991453919696521?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112991453919696521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112991453919696521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112991453919696521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112991453919696521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/best-surprize-ever.html' title='Best surprize ever!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112939783317092475</id><published>2005-10-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:43:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that pee?</title><content type='html'>Wow we find so many weird things in the fitting rooms but this is probably the grosses and weirdest thing, even weirder then the black hello kitty spankies we found in June. Our new kid Kurtis was doing his job as the fitting room watcher guy and checking all the rooms for left over clothes after people had left. He noticed a tank top in the corner and went to grab it. He found it to be wet which intrigued him so he decided to smell it, to his horror it reeked of urine! Kurtis then quickly walked out to the main area where Devin crazy store manager was and I, doing our all important job of telling kids what to do. (side note, get me outta retail! If anyone knows of another job opening please let me know!) He told us that there was what he believed to be a tank top balled up in a corner of a fitting room, that it was wet, and he needed to go wash his hands. One of the kids started laughing and said "yuck dude gross, you touched a pee shirt! Was it one of ours?" oddly enough it was not. Devin being the crazy cracked out cheerleader that he is grabbed two pant hangers and picked it up and threw it away in the back. Kurtis went to wash his hands and things carried on as normal until Devin left. After close when we can talk about things openly I asked so why the hell was the peed up tank top there? We all speculated coming up with wild explanations. The best one and probably the one closest to the truth was from kurtis, he thinks someone just couldn't hold it any longer had layers on so they took off their tank top wadded up and peed on it so it wouldn't get on the floor! He said since he had been watching the fitting rooms he knew that only teenage girls had been going in, so it wasn't some 5 yr old who had an accident it was possibly someone as old at 18! We then teased him for the rest of the night calling him peepee hands....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112939783317092475?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112939783317092475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112939783317092475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112939783317092475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112939783317092475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-that-pee.html' title='Is that pee?'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112897265322941978</id><published>2005-10-10T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:30:53.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday was awesome...</title><content type='html'>Well friday kicked ass.  Has a nice little dinner with some good friends, then met more people later at 21 and comm.  Where I drank way to much so by the time I got to the Loft I was plastard.  Go Hard or Go Home.  So I ended up puking twice with Becky's help, but I wasnt finished yet it was only midnight or atleast I think it was.  SO we head up to the Swiss, I get into a fight with the bouncer and he almost didnt let me in because I'm too drunk..  but my friends talked him into it.  I dont really remember getting home.  But I must have cut my foot because theres blood on my sheets... Sad day...  I ended up being so hung over the next day I threw up, laid in bed till 300 and finally got to work around 330, I didn't start feeling normail until 8 pm that night.  Yucky...  Thanx to everyone who came out, pics of ellensburg, chillin with the girls and my bday are up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112897265322941978?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112897265322941978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112897265322941978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112897265322941978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112897265322941978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-was-awesome.html' title='Friday was awesome...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112870785976713671</id><published>2005-10-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:57:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAN FOR TONIGHT!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is it!  Harmon at 7 till 830 ish maybe later.  Then 21 and Comm, then the loft but people can stay up at 21 and Comm, there is a dress code at the loft.  THen up to rock pasta for shots or buckets, then finish at the swiss.  There is a cover at the loft and the swiss I know it's lamo but it will be fun!  I have a hole new outfit for tonight, definately going out type clothes!  I'm sooooo excited!  I can't believe I'm 23 heheheheh.  Ok see ya there tonight.  My number is 405-8787, and if u need jason's number my DD or my roomates give me a call.  I believe they will be sober all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112870785976713671?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112870785976713671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112870785976713671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112870785976713671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112870785976713671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/plan-for-tonight.html' title='PLAN FOR TONIGHT!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112840809058645278</id><published>2005-10-03T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:41:30.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I think this is the plan for FRI!</title><content type='html'>OK so I think that we will have dinner at the Harmon around 7-830 ish.  THen move to 21 and COMM.  Next will be the loft.  Then walk up to rock pasta for a bucket (maybe)  then the swiss...  Does this sound good?  We could do it the other way around, the spagetti factory at 7, then rock pasta, then the swiss, then 21 and comm then he loft.  I think it would be better to end at the swiss because usually theres a lot of people there and the loft can get sketchy.  So let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112840809058645278?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112840809058645278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112840809058645278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112840809058645278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112840809058645278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-think-this-is-plan-for-fri.html' title='So I think this is the plan for FRI!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112813480871581543</id><published>2005-09-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:46:48.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next fri</title><content type='html'>Hey all I guess I wasnt exactly clear, my bday stuff will be next fri not today... Thanx for some feedback I'm trying to figure it out, but more suggestions are welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112813480871581543?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112813480871581543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112813480871581543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112813480871581543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112813480871581543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/next-fri.html' title='Next fri'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112804622256437637</id><published>2005-09-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:10:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I turn 23 on TUE...  Plans...</title><content type='html'>Hey  guys I sent out an email the other day, but since webmail is down most of you haven't been able to check it.  Her is a copy of that email, and I need ideas so leave comments with ideas, and I'll be able to keep you posted.  I really really really want to have an awesome bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all,&lt;br /&gt; a week from today is my 23rd bday.... EEEK!  I'm going to be an old hag.. Anyways I want to do something fun for my bday.  THe thing is, my schedules rough.  I work tommorrow through fri 6-4, close sat 1-11, open sun 8-4, mon tue 1-11, wed thur 7-5, off fri then 1-11 sat.  So basically I'm working 8 days strait with only one day off next week.  So pretty much that leaves thur night or fri night.  I'll probably be beat thur and thats also Zach Croftons bday.  SO I'm thinking fri.  Does anyone have any ideas?  I was thinking gettint all my friends together, ALL OF YOU!  Even the ones I havent seen in months.  Maybe go out do dinner then out to 21 and Comm for some drinks, then maybe the loft, or SEATTLE?  Or maybe just bar hopping&gt; on&gt; the water front.  If anyone has ANY ideas please let me know!  My 22nd&gt; bday&gt; was a blast, and I hardly remember my 21st.  ANd will someone be my DD? THat would kick ass!  I really do love you all and want to see all of U! Call me, email, or IM me with ideas and I'll send out/call people to let them know whats up after its been figured out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always, and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;                        Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112804622256437637?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112804622256437637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112804622256437637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112804622256437637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112804622256437637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-turn-23-on-tue-plans.html' title='I turn 23 on TUE...  Plans...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112770547854192376</id><published>2005-09-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:33:40.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that Girl</title><content type='html'>Strangely enough I somehow got a three day weekend...  That means fri, sat, sun all off.   So I had a weekend of mischief and relaxation.  Yesturday after having a wonderful dinner with two sweathearts I was convinced to go over there house that night and drink with them.  I had protested since I am a UPS grad and they are all seniors.  I didnt want to become that girl who still goes to all the college parties even though she has already graduated.  But since they are all really good friends and Megs is my little I really wantedto hang out.  I got over to there house which needs a spiffy nickname like the smurf house of last year.   I started in on my bottle of wine, no glass just strait from the bottle, I know classy huh, well I'm one classy chick...  when the whole group of ladies showed up it was time for a friendly game of fuck the dealer, and guesswho got fucked....  So I had to chug a third of a bottle of wine... Then we played a round of red black high low.  Which megs ended up getting fucked on.  Beer bongs ensued and we quickly took off.  We were supposed to go to one party (a ups one) then head over to Asian Zachs for ahalf graduated and non graduated party with 300 cans  of beer and a stripper pole...  So we get to 11 and alder where I quickly run into two graduates and was very pleased.  I told them we all were that guy and girl.  THey said nah that they didnt care and loved still going out to the parties... Betas for ya... SO I pestered my friends a lot to head to zachs, i didnt want to walk alone.  Called zach to tell him I was coming...  Megs was trying to find Katie so we could leave, the next thing I know I turn around to watch Megs fall down the stairs head first head bouncing off the sidewalk..  We quickly run to pick her up and start carrying her home.  She couldnt walk in her boots so I grabbed them.  Evan started giving her a piggy back ride until Cara came up with a car.  We get to Meggies and Katies and we start dinking around on the computer, I'm starting to get tired so I headout to the back porch where megs is puking off of it..  Still and talk to her and evan for a bit...  THe best part of all Megs calls me this afternoon wanting to be filled in what happened last night, her and Katie have no idea... things are a little fuzzy but for the most part I remember the night.  All and all I had a great three day weekend... Makes me never want to work again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112770547854192376?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112770547854192376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112770547854192376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112770547854192376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112770547854192376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-girl.html' title='that Girl'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112656562140680271</id><published>2005-09-12T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:53:42.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*growl*</title><content type='html'>When I woke up thur morning to head to work, my car had been keyed from taillight to headlight.    On the side that had just been painted.  Luckily they buffed that out for me today at the cost of a mirre 60 bux.  So Friday I have a long day at work, and head home.  My friend Jason comes and picks me up and we meet Bekah at the Swiss.  since I'm not driving I get throughly fucking drunk.   I know Casey, Sean, and Kurt showed up later that night.  Jason has been filling me in on what I said and did.  I know you guys were there but I dont remember talking to any of you.  So please fill me in.  Sat I wake up with the worst hang over ever.  I get towork at 1 and everyone is looking at me funny.  Probably because im bent over and i feel like I"m going to vomit.  Eric Steffins keeps making hacking noises, and this makes me more nausiated.  BLah so Sat sucked.  BTW the new store manager is crazy.  He has been described as a cheerleader on crack.  More like a combination of meth and crack...  So I put my time in on Sunday I went to go grab my perscription from bartells in the harbor.  I saw kids hanging out in the Round Table/ McDonalds parking lot like I did when I was a teenager.  I cant believe there still isnt anything to do...  Also, I will be house sitting a pretty cool house in N. Tacoma until Oct 3.  It has a Jaccuzzi (sp) so please stop on byI'm sure to get bored and lonely...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112656562140680271?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112656562140680271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112656562140680271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112656562140680271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112656562140680271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/growl.html' title='*growl*'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112631813438492835</id><published>2005-09-09T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:08:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nor Cal!</title><content type='html'>Sunday after a few hang ups from work I took off for Crescent City, Ca around 3 pm.  It was a long drive full of me having to go pee so badly I got lost in portland and ended up running into a Chinese Resturant called Wongs.  After this pit stop I quickly get back on the road.  I was getting worried at this point because I hadn't spoken to Matt before I left WA.  Sometime at 4 1/2 hours and somewhere in southern Or.  Matt calls.  He's excited to see me and is wondering where I am so he can determine how long it will take me to get there.  I'm making pretty good time its about 7 pm and he'll call me in two hours to see where I am.  So somewhere after Grants Pass around 850 I realize my cell has lost service.  9 rolls around still no service.  I cross the border to CA around 945ish, still no service.  Now I'm starting to get worried a little.  I cant get a hold of matt.  SO I keep driving.  The old Redwood Highway 199 is full of curves and huge trees on the side, I'm tired and keep crossing the lines.  Scary!  When I was first planning the trip Matt had given me his address and I had looked up on map quest he lived off of 197.  Then Bam all of a sudden I hit service I quickly turned down that road which happened to be 197.  I try calling matts cell, nothing he's outta service at his house.  THen I try getting on my AIM on my cell phone where he had left his parents phone number.  Bam outta service, so I turned around and drove to Crescent City because I thought I would get service once I was there.  I drove all the way in nothing no service.  NOw I'm starting to panic, so I find a safeway and ask to use their phone, the lady gave me attitude but the dude let me.  I call his cell again and leave a message that I'm here safe and at the safeway.  The guy was like well whats his last name u can look him up in the phone book, and I was like Johnson, the guy says oh theres lots of those I doubt you'll find him.  So I drive back towards where I found service.  All of a sudden as soon as I jumped on the highway bam service, so I slammed on my breaks in the middle and hit the web button.  I decide sitting in the middle of the highway was a bad idea and pull over.  I get his parents number and call him.  He picks up, "where are you?"  Umm somewhere theres a sign that says grants pass 78 miles.  I just got on a highway.   "I know where you are I'll be there in 5 min"  YOur that close?  "YEP".  So I sit there, call my parents, check voicemail and wait.  Five minutes later I see a car pull up behind me.  ANd I jump outta my car and give him the fattest hug ever!  We then went back to his house.  It turns out I had turned around practically at his driveway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went out to the beach!  It was so beautiful!  I couldnt believe it!  Later that day we went to SMith River across from his house.    We played with his doggy Anna who is so cute.   After that we went for a hike and the trees were fucking huge.  Like worlds largest trees type large.  It was so amazing, I was happy to have this kinda of a trip.  It was just non stop fun, I really needed to get away.  We then went out and went to his bar where I met some of his friends, really cool funny chill guys.  It was a ball.  I proceeded to get very wasted since matty was driving.   We then drove towards the beach things are a bit fuzzy here, but I know we got into an arguement.  It eventually worked out and we stopped being mad.  Went back to his house and passed out, it was a fun but tiring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we work up he made us breakfast from eggs from his chickens!  they were so good.  Watched a movie and relaxed.  Packed up my shit and left around 330.  Drove 7 hours back and got home around 1030.  I would have been home earlier but I had to stop in Salem to eat, and then I got back on the freeway heading the wrong direction.  SO I had to turn myself around.  All and all it was a whirlwhin of a trip but well worth it.  It was good to see him since I hadnt since may.   Pics are up on my photo website.  So check em out!  They're awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112631813438492835?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112631813438492835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112631813438492835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112631813438492835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112631813438492835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/nor-cal.html' title='Nor Cal!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112563747722453408</id><published>2005-09-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:04:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no longer a hippy... I'm a tree hugging activist...</title><content type='html'>OK so I have the fattest bruise on my arm and I have no idea how it got there, its been there a week. Now that's outta the way here's some of the highlights of my week. Last Fri I went to the lake with Megs, came back to her house helped E-C move some stuff in. Found out my favorite sweater the one with the magnets had been tossed out... Very sad about that. Moved a dresser with EC. We flagged down a random girl who happened to grad with me from UPS to take the dresser in her car since it didn't fit in EC's, said girl was very weirded out... Then I ended up going to the Ale house with some friends. Worked sat, sun, mon. Was supposed to be off Tue but according to my district manager my jobs like fight club and I had to come in on my day off to prepare for the regional manager. I got promoted from hippy to tree hugging activist by Dave. Wed he kept threatening to demote me to hippy again. When he called tue he said michelle this jobs like fight club, what are you doing right now. I said I was going to go grocery shopping. He told me that was lame. Then I said I'll come in damnit I don't need to eat in a joking voice. He joked back with ya eating's for hippies. Wed I had the worst caffeine headache. Had to run my update perfectly. The regional manager came, ok guy I guess. He told my boss the stock room was the worst he's ever seen. So ya sweet. Left pretty much after he left, two hours earlier then I was supposed to because I thought my eyes were going to explode. I picked up my car from the place it was getting the dent taken out, took a quick nap then went to the place I will be house sitting from sept 11 till oct 3. They're paying 200 and they have a jaccuzzi not so bad... Though I got roped into house sitting for their neighbors in Oct. Will I ever sleep at my apartment, ha yes! Came home today around normal time went into my hot tub that just opened up, then tried to get the energy to finally go grocery shopping. Didn't happen, so I will be eating garden burgers and rice... or chickened soup wooooo hooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive things...&lt;br /&gt;*My apartment is on the volcano evacuation route...&lt;br /&gt;*I'm leaving Sunday around 1 or 2 for Crescent City, Ca to visit someone for his belated bday. It will be nice to have two days off and get outta the state. I'll return tue around 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;*I have a hot tub and a pool.&lt;br /&gt;*Now that I have to be up early I experience the best sunrises on the way to work. The mountain looks huge! I cant describe it but it's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;*I watch the most fantastic sunsets from my bedroom window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112563747722453408?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112563747722453408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112563747722453408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112563747722453408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112563747722453408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-no-longer-hippy-im-tree-hugging.html' title='I am no longer a hippy... I&apos;m a tree hugging activist...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112482423556487779</id><published>2005-08-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:10:35.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blargh</title><content type='html'>Monday I woke up with the worst cricked neck of my life.   I had to drop off my car at ponders to get the dent I caused in it out.  (the dent was caused by my lack paying attention to my left side, and my brothers BMW).  After my bro and I dropped off my car we headed to my parents house, where I had to help babysit my father.  He had his tontsol out and was looking quite dopped up.  There's a 6% chance it might be cancerous, but I'm not too worried, the DR. said it mostly looks like an extremly infected yucky thing.  I hung around the house all day watching movies.  The movie are you there yet, is filmed in PDX, parts of WA and Vancouver.  I dont know why but I get super excited when I see a film that takes place in the NW.  Though I got upset, because they were driving up the I 5 corridor, to BC.  But it looks more like the MTS.  then I 5.  Oh well.  Then I spent the rest of my evening sipping on a glass of wine, and trying to make plans for a short road trip, work schedule and my car premitting.  I had to sleep on the couch which fucking sux, hence my neck is still sore and go to the managers meeting early.  I tried to briefly talk to my store manager about getting some days off in a row, and she quickly shut me down, well, not till after peak week (which is next week)  or actually after inventory (which is sept 20-23) or (sept 27-29).  We dont know when it is yet.  So Eric was like dude I owe you a switch shift, I'll just take your tue and you can take my friday sometime.  which I'll probably do because thats too long to wait.  I havent gone anywhere all summer, and I really want to do this.  Party on Wayne, Party on Garth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112482423556487779?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112482423556487779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112482423556487779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112482423556487779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112482423556487779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/blargh.html' title='blargh'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112457293633085889</id><published>2005-08-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:59:20.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Apartment in FIFE!</title><content type='html'>My apartment is so cute! It's brand new, no ones lived there but me and Jozie. She's gone in Texas for a week. She left thur, though I havent seen her since mon. the night I moved in. We work weird schedules where I hardly see her. I still am in the process of moving my shit in, I have no food and we have no table. Moving went well though because Sunday Tom Mccabe grabed the smith's truck and helped me move a ton of crap. Then Monday Chuck and his bro David moved my bed with Dave's truck. I've been sleeping there ever since. Its great its 15 min from work, and about 15 min from my friends in N Tacoma. Its in the middle of farm land, its practically Puyallup. I'm still in search of a grocery store that doesnt close up at 11 pm. Megs and her friend Karen came over thur night, and we went to a rad restaurant called from the Bauyou. Its a crazy little Cajun place. The food was awesome but way spicey, and it was decorated crazy! Last night Chuck came over, we drank some beers and hung out, then watched dodge ball. The only annoying part about living there, is some guy plays music with a loud thumping bass from 7am on. I just want to sleep! Oh and the pool isint open yet, I cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112457293633085889?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112457293633085889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112457293633085889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112457293633085889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112457293633085889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-apartment-in-fife.html' title='New Apartment in FIFE!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112412786508516319</id><published>2005-08-15T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:44:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof reading would be good</title><content type='html'>I read through some of my past posts and realized how aweful the sentences are put together.  From now on I will proof read my blogs before I post them.  I did go to college and did spend a lot of time doing this.  Maybe thats why I haven't proof read my blogs before, because I'm just plain sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112412786508516319?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112412786508516319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112412786508516319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112412786508516319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112412786508516319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/proof-reading-would-be-good.html' title='Proof reading would be good'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112406715542487085</id><published>2005-08-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T17:52:35.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>Friday I went out with Tommy, and Chucky, we went to Rock Pasta and Tom had his first bucket ever! We then walked down to the swiss where we ran into Ross and Johnny pot pie.  Bradon from work and his friends show up, and I proceed to get crunked because I wasnt driving.  I dance hang out and talk to all the boys, feeling weird because now a days I mostly go out with girls.  I used to go out with only guys all the time, its a totally different experience.  Tom drives my car back to the Smiths afterwards and I get to sober up in the hot tub.  We hung out till about 3 am.  I went home and past out!  Worked then slept...  Got up today worked, and now I'm hopefully grabbing tommys help to move into the appartment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112406715542487085?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112406715542487085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112406715542487085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112406715542487085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112406715542487085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112381258327734345</id><published>2005-08-11T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:09:43.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ and my official hippy promotion</title><content type='html'>Last night was so much fun!  Tommy came and met me at the old hollister and we went to Mira and keslys bbq.  Tom didnt know anyone but he hung out and met some of my friends.  Dan showed up for a bit too.  Tom cooked us some burgers which he forgot about and burnt them, they were really well done.  No ecoli there.  I drank beer and was merry.  Unfortunately I had to be up at 550 am.  So Tom and I left around 930, and I was asleep by 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off weird, the fire alarm at the mall went off for an hour and the computer froze.  So my update was way behind.  Dave got there at 10 am.  He gave me my promotion officially and thinks im doing a pretty good job, which is really reassuring.  He did call me a hippy, a few 6 times, I just laughed.  He was in a really good mood today.  Only thing that bugged me was when he asked what my dad did I told him he was VP of Husky terminals by the port he told me my dads job was boring and he was glad he was doing his job of selling clothes to 17 yrold girls.  He's a little obssessed with Hollister.  Well atleast he's happy and I'm happy too with my promotion.  Tonight fun times at E9 with Tommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112381258327734345?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112381258327734345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112381258327734345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112381258327734345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112381258327734345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/bbq-and-my-official-hippy-promotion.html' title='BBQ and my official hippy promotion'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112364542103138690</id><published>2005-08-09T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T20:45:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Mcabe's home!</title><content type='html'>Today was a fantastic day off! I had to go in for the managers meeting which sucked because I had to get up early... When I got off I came home and called Tommy because he told me he would be here this week. He was working on the Smiths deck and suggested we hang out all week. So I went over there to pick him up and talked to Donna for a bit. After wards we went to BJ's old Starbucks and grabbed some coffee like old times. After that we went back to the SMiths and grabbed their Kiayacks. We went around the Harbor, it was such a beautiful day. The yacks were jerry rigged to the smiths truck, it looked hilarious. Photo coming soon! It was nice to go around the Harbor and catch up. Then we met Donna and Rodger at the Tides for some dinner after dropping off the Yacks. Sat and caught up with everyone. Sometimes it is really nice bein in the Harbor. Its so nice, quiet, and tranquil. Definately a relaxing day. I havent seen Tom in exactly a year. He loves being home! We will have many adventures all week! I love old friends and when they come home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112364542103138690?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112364542103138690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112364542103138690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112364542103138690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112364542103138690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/tommy-mcabes-home.html' title='Tommy Mcabe&apos;s home!'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112347909120918960</id><published>2005-08-07T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:31:31.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Walking</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to take my doggy out for a nice walk around the Harbor.  I had an early shift so I was off by 4, and it was a really nice day.  So I grabbed my puppies leash since him and I were both in desperate need of some exercise.  So we take off around the Harbor about 8 pm and the sun is just starting to set.  Its still 80 out so I'm wearing a skirt and a tank top.  I thought I would be walking my dog, it was more like my dog was walking me, he was so excited to be there.  So I kept up the pace, and by half way through he was tuckered out but I was still going strong.  I got to the point where the mountain is in the middle of the mouth of the harbor, and the snow was all red with sunset and just sat and looks at it, and the sailboats and was completey happy.  Until I got a wiff of the sewedge treatment plant!  WOOOWEEEE that was great.  So we quickly about faced and started the walk back.  My dog had the biggest pee ever too!  It splattered all overt he concrete, I must say I was embarrised and proud at the same time.  I kept trying to pull him but he's a big doggy.  All and all a relaxing night...  Much needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112347909120918960?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112347909120918960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112347909120918960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112347909120918960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112347909120918960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-walking.html' title='People Walking'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112287132674046400</id><published>2005-07-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:42:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion</title><content type='html'>Thur I applied at the womens prison and was pretty happy about that, until I was out on the beach at kopachuck, and my boss calls me.  I guess I impressed Dave on conference call and he thinks I'm ready to take Dan's position when he leaves the 5th.  So they made me assistant store manager.  I'm in charge of updates and such.  I have one week to train, and they didnt schedule me during the time we run the updates, so I have no idea how I'm going to learn.  THis should be intereing.  I'll have to be up wed thur at 530 am to be at work by 7.  Yuck.  But I'll be getting off earlier and I will have sat off, which will be nice.  I think my schedule will be sun 8-4, mon off, tue 1-11, 7-5 wed, 7-5 thur, 8-6 fri off sat.  It will blow to have my days off so far apart, but I can totally take off sunday after work and do something, same wtih fri.  Ill have to wait and see if thats reallly how my schedule will run.  By mid Aug I'll be moving in with Jozie into a sweet appartment near union and S 19.  Though if I get the job at the prison I will still take it, it will pay more and then I will use my degree.  It doesnt feel like I really have this yet, it makes me feel that they're teasing me and any moment they will say Ha just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112287132674046400?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112287132674046400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112287132674046400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112287132674046400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112287132674046400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/promotion.html' title='Promotion'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112253433836057638</id><published>2005-07-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:05:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to look at Photos</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've been told that when people go to the link to my photos they dont know how to  see them.  The email address u enter in is c_chelle_27 @hotmail.com and the password is nodoubt!  Ok enjoy the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112253433836057638?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112253433836057638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112253433836057638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112253433836057638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112253433836057638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-to-look-at-photos.html' title='How to look at Photos'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112245199192172302</id><published>2005-07-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:13:11.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad Movie</title><content type='html'>Everyone should see Wedding Crashers its hilarious!  And when did they start checking ID's for rated R movies, I dont think I've ever been ID before...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112245199192172302?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112245199192172302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112245199192172302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112245199192172302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112245199192172302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/rad-movie.html' title='Rad Movie'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112243076723399917</id><published>2005-07-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:39:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollister Sux Ass</title><content type='html'>Well I was finally starting to like my job. The new MIT is cool and laid back, I'm finally doing a consistantly good job, and I know what I'm doing. Well yesturday I was sooo hung over at work. I got 5 hours of sleep so I was a little cranky anyways. But I was talking with Carrie about who we could get to replace the jean specialest who've quit. I suggested Aubrey, she does a fantastic job selling the jeans, is really confident, already sells the jeans, we never have to push her to do it, and is cute as a button. She's an artistic, soccer player, redhead who is one of hte most mature 17 yearolds ive ever met. Carrie started saying NOOOOOOOOoo, not Aubrey, you'd never get that past Dave, she doesnt look Hollister enough. I was furious, here we have a girl who actually does her job, shows up to all her shifts, never calls in, never no shows, knows more about the jeans then the jeans specialest do! I was so angry that she's not a jean specialist when Kelsy is and Kelsy knows nothing about the jeans, is rude to fellow employees, customers and the new managers. THis girl wouldnt speak to me at first because she heard from someone I didnt drink, and when she found out I did then she could talk to me. I do not want to work for a company that does not reward the good hard workers, but considers job performance on looks a lone. So today I went to the Purdy womens prison where I worked last summer and it looks like one way or another I'm going to get a job there. Everyone remembered me from last summer and was oh yeah we need to get you a job, there are some openings coming up soon! I'll probably be applying counseling for jobs. Theres a behavior coumselor job opening up soon. That would be nice to actually use my degree and make more money then I do now. Dave the district manager yelled at Carrie and I because one of our best brand reps quit to make 20 bux an hour. He doesnt realize that by actually being an ok guy and not a fuckng jerk that everyone hates may keep his employees... If and when I get a job at the prison, I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112243076723399917?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112243076723399917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112243076723399917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112243076723399917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112243076723399917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/hollister-sux-ass.html' title='Hollister Sux Ass'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112193229440640513</id><published>2005-07-21T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:51:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram Hottie/ weird day at work...</title><content type='html'>Yesturday I went to Katie Downs with Megs, we had a grand time of beer and pizza,  the weather was perfect and Ruston was popping so we head down to the Ram.  We're there so often the bouncer knows us and waves us over to him by the DJ.  The DJ starts talking to us, and asks how tall I am, and I reply 5'10".  He says that theyre looking for another Ram hottie...  Asked me if I can work TUe and Fri nights, I can so I agree.  I'll make 50 bux a night.  Going around promoting events and hanging out at the ram, what I do anyways.  Weird...  Friday I have to get pics taken for the web site, weird again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work, WOW what a weird day.  It started off with the update running way behind and Dan being in a good mood.  Shit didnt really get too weird until I had to take conference call, which this time I was more prepared for and didnt sound like an ass.  Though I told Dan we are supposed to steam the shirts before they go out so he puts them in the steamer and it starts to leak all over the floor.  I tell dave this and tell him dan says were going to have to use the hand steamer, and Dave was like see Michelle your not prepared for this you're not supposed to use the big steamer but always the hand steamer, Dan just got u into trouble.  So conference call goes on and Dave quizzes me more then anyone else, because the rest of the people there are either store managers or assistant store managers and I'm the only MIT.  THat lasts an hour.  In this time shipment isnt getting done because the kids are still finishing the update, Dan leaves, and the steamer continues to flood the back room.  An hour goes by and the call is over, thank God.  So I go back and find an impact girl desperately trying to soak up the water, all my brand reps are goofing off, and I have to figure out how to stop the water.  Plus we got 23 boxes of shipment in and only one kid was working on it.  So I have about 6 kids buggin the shit outta me for this or that, I've had two no shows and a flood thats starting to go down the hallway and towards lots of clothing boxes.  I call dan, "That sux, I turned it off just soak up the water.  That shit is hella funny."  I then was listening to the sounds it was making and I was like guys do you hear that sound it sounds like water gushing?  So i follow the sound and look in the back, thinking theres gotta be an emergency turn off valve or something.  I pull a ton of clothes away and see water gushing out, OH SHIT!  Then I saw a red lever and I was like dude Joe what do u think that is, and he's like oh it's probably to turn off the water.  So we pull it and amazingly it turns off.  I was really pissed off, and stressed out, the store was outta control and my stockroom wasnt running smoothly, but still it was pretty funny...  I eventually got the store back under control, my brand reps closed early, and started helping with shipment, it's still not done, and we left boxes because it was already a half hour after we were supposed to be out.  Oh well Dan left the trash for me today and didnt finish the update, and I'll probably be at wild waves tomorrow so no one will find me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112193229440640513?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112193229440640513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112193229440640513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112193229440640513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112193229440640513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/ram-hottie-weird-day-at-work.html' title='Ram Hottie/ weird day at work...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112133698853312231</id><published>2005-07-14T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:29:48.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Like a Hippie part II</title><content type='html'>Dan left work early today so I had the joy of conference call with Dave our District Manager.  He strikes fear into the hearts of all.  After doing a quick walk through of the guys update, Dan's all don't worry about conference call it's fine dont let Dave get to ya.  So at 5pm I jump on with the other managers and MIT's.  Dave quickly starts quizing us and making us look stupid.  I felt like I was completely dumb and kept messing up, until I realized everyone was doing the same.  I started to calm down a bit, this is after of course a half hour of this brutal self esteem lowering experience.  He's quizing us about the update and all I hear is Eric what is blah blah blah, WRONG, Jeff do you know, WRONG, Mettler do you know, Wrong, Michelle, Wrong, Lindsay, WRONG!  Ect...  After 45 minutes of this I can barely listen to this anymore.  He's then quizing us on where to find out how many hours we get for the day.  I'm off by three when I guess, not a big deal.  THen he starts listing how many hours everyone has used for the week.  Tacoma over 52 hours, Bellis-Fair over 30, Bellevue over 48, South Hill under 20.  At first I was happy because my store was the only one under on hours till Dave asked me to stay on conference call after everyone had gone.  He then quized me on why it's bad to be under hours, which I explained nervously and stuttering.  Then he asked if I knew anyone who had a degree who wasnt doing anything because we need to recruit, I was like ya I know a couple I could talk to them.  Then he says as long as they're not as big of hippies as you are.  I was like Dave I'm not a hippie.  "Ha you're the biggest hippie in our district." &lt;br /&gt;"Dude I'm not a hippie"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes your the biggest hippie I know"&lt;br /&gt;"Dave I eat meat, I take showers every day and I shave"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh, right, Hippie"&lt;br /&gt;"I have hippies friends I havent talked to them about this job"&lt;br /&gt;"Well if they're cool and good looking enough hippies will be fine"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a hippie!"&lt;br /&gt;"ya you are Michelle"&lt;br /&gt;Then he asks if I'm working tomorrow, I'm not, and he's like thats too bad because I'm coming in for a visist.  I then tell him that if he wants I'll come in to the store.  He tells me thats ok and enjoy my day off, he'll see me another time.  Then I said ok "Dave have a wonderful day!"&lt;br /&gt;He starts laughing and says "See only hippies would say that, wishing someone a wonderful day, alright dude talk to you tue for MIT conference call"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Dave." &lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone so angry, what the fuck is that guys problem, no body likes him, and he calls the girls whores if they're wearing mascara, singles people out on confrence call and makes fun of them, and is a total shit.  I'm glad I have the day off so I want have to see him.   I'm not a damn dirty hippie, and if I was who the fuck cares...  My new store manager and a few brand reps confronted me about being too innocent, a bible thumper, and square because they think I dont drink.... I get bible thumper on one hand and a hippie on the other!  These people have no clue to who I really am, all they have to do is ask instead of assuming...  It cracks me up... The brand reps who I talk to the most think this is just as amusing as I do, and now I have two nick names, the dirty hippie, and the bible thumper....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112133698853312231?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112133698853312231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112133698853312231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112133698853312231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112133698853312231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/managing-like-hippie-part-ii.html' title='Managing Like a Hippie part II'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112089730089644085</id><published>2005-07-09T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:21:40.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_0586.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/320/100_0586.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOO what a man...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112089730089644085?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112089730089644085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112089730089644085' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112089730089644085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112089730089644085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/oooo-what-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112071749663265460</id><published>2005-07-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:24:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday night blues</title><content type='html'>I got off work early, around 1015, Brandon has called and invited me out to foxy boxing at the ram.  I had wanted to go out with BJ in Seattle's gay scene.  But they left earlier then I was off.  So I decided to go home first change and go to the ram.  By the time I get home, and make some food I'm not feeling like going out anymore.   So sad  because tomorrow I work 1-11 then open 8-6 fri.  Though fri is bjs bday so we're all going out and I get off work earlier enough to participate!  So I guess tonight I'll sit back and relax and read one of two books, the old one I've been working on, Fast Food Nation, or a New one Kung Fu for girls.  And I guess I may need the Kung Fu book because there is some creepy old guy stocking the girls at work.... WOnderful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112071749663265460?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112071749663265460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112071749663265460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112071749663265460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112071749663265460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/wednesday-night-blues.html' title='Wednesday night blues'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112061388602428843</id><published>2005-07-05T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T18:38:06.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best 4th of July weekend ever...</title><content type='html'>Ok so this weekend started out with Megs and I getting lost in Seattle on Friday night tryin to find Pioneer Square, which we evetually find and dance the night away.  Saturday was uneventful for the most part, there was a white trash bitch fight in the middle of my store, I got off early, where I spent the rest of the night relaxing.  Sunday was Awesome, I went to the Mariners game, and they WON.  Beating the Rangers 2-1.  Then I went to Casey, Seans, Kurt and Rockeys party at their new house.  WHich is rad, it looks at the narrows bridge and gig harbor, beautiful view and nice sunset.  It was a triple kegger, which were tapped by 1130, and people were sent for more beer.  Jupiter and Mars played, they sounded amazing, they played outside, and till around 1230.  I couldnt believe no one had called the cops by then.  I had to work the 4th 12-8.  We got off a little early and i took off down the road to Miras.  Where we started drinking.  We then walked down to ruston way where mira peed in someones yard, and I peed in someons dirt driveway...  In the bushes so i have cuts on my butt.   Got down to the ram and took some shots.  Then we met up with Dan, Meggie, Cara, and Jackie.  Ruston was popin and the fireworks were awesome.  We walked halfway home and kurt picked us up and drove us back to miras after the show was all over.  We continued to drink, Dan and Jeff came over and we tried going to zachs party but they were all in bed.  I was wasted at this point, so Jeff and I went to safeway and got smores stuff and then made smores in his fire place.  WOW what a kickass 4th, and the best part is I have today off, so I can chill with this terrible hang over.  One of the many reason I dont get drunk anymore... Hangovers.... Acting stupid.... Not being able to speak correctly.... Blacking out...  But on holidays u gotta live it up, and be thankful for that day off the next day...  I heart the 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112061388602428843?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112061388602428843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112061388602428843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112061388602428843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112061388602428843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/best-4th-of-july-weekend-ever.html' title='The best 4th of July weekend ever...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112026117951459016</id><published>2005-07-01T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:39:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year ago</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, but a year ago today at 930 pm I got home from Australia.  I can't believe I havent seen my friends from there in a year.  Time goes by too quickly, I miss oz...  OZZIE OZZIE OZZIE OY OY OY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112026117951459016?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112026117951459016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112026117951459016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112026117951459016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112026117951459016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-year-ago.html' title='one year ago'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112021025729306379</id><published>2005-07-01T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:30:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxy Boxing...</title><content type='html'>So Wed.  night a group of us head to the ram...  This group includes, Kali, Mira, Jeff, Dan Smith, Asian Zach, Meggie, Brandon, his friend Rodriego, and me.  We're all drinking and having a good time and this big guy comes up and starts complainin that there's no room for him and his friends anywhere.  Zach starts joking around with him and the guy, who says his name is OP Bop Shabaz Jenkins, but we can call him WIll, sits starts hanging out.  He gives everyone but me, mira, and kali nicknames.  Zach is skinny, jeff is kyle because he introduced himself as the jew, and megs is whispers because she hasnt said a word since the guy rocked up.  He talks mira and I into fighting, Kali would have but she had to leave so she could get up early and go to work.  Jeff also leaves early because he has to work early.  SHelley Cook rocks up too she's fighting also... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all get into the ring to hear the rules, the gloves are huge and we're joking around.  The first round were two friends who were just gigling and not really fighting.   The next round it turns out to be Mira and me.  Everyone's like dont be like them fight!   So I decide to  give them a fight, I put my mean face on and go after mira at the first bell.  Granted I'm wearing a skirt and mira has bigger guns then me, but I take her, and win the fight...   Mira was afraid, I guess I intimidated her!  LOL.. I'm exhausted...   Shelley goes out and does her best I'm still not sure if she won or not.  Then they talk Meggie into fighting, she has to take on this girl who's my height but out weighs me by 7olbs atleast and she looks like she just got outta prison.  The guy this girl is with over hears megs saying how she's broken her nose a lot and is worried about this, he tells the bitch to go strait for Megs face.  Which the girl does, and the guy keeps yelling your nose is bleedin.  I wanted to punch him.  Megs is getting the shit kicked outta her so she starts kicking, so against the rules but that bitch is mean and big.  HEr friend throws in a napkin and yells wipe up the blood!  GRRR...  Megs loses, and everyone else who won has taken off, I'm the only one left except amazon.  I'm in the ring now for the 100 bux, and Amazon is getting in.  Bing the fight starts and I get my ass handed to me, the girl is not letting up and has me in the corner of the ring, where she is hittin me and my eyes are open but i cant close them.  She's being a bitch and the ref is supposed to pull her off me so I push her away and throw off my gloves, I"m PISSED and yank off my helmet.  Zach has never seen me so angry.  I lose the 100 bux and man women gets it.  FOr the rest of the night OP BOP hits on me and Megs. I chill with my friends, and think oh well atleast I got a free tshirt.  It was truly a fun night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, theres more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work I"m trying to find someone to come in and cover a shift that someone didnt show for.... WHen this big black guy comes in wearing a green sweater vest.  He tells me to get off the phone...  Its OP BOP...  He pulls me aside and says I felt bad u lost the 100 bux so here, and he hands me a rose.  He's like my friends have been trying to convince me to come here all day.  He continues talking and I start thinking of a way of getting him out, his BO is killing me.  He's wearing a sweater vest wtih nothing underneath...  He's like I just got off work at pizza hut, he's 25 and works at pizza hut.   He's wearing a green sweater vest and smelling of BO.  He's a nice guy but not my type at all.  I tell him thanks for the flowerAnd let him know i have to go back to work.  I bring the rose in the back and right away everyone starts making fun of me...  Oh and I'm sore as hell, so is Megs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112021025729306379?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112021025729306379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112021025729306379' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112021025729306379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112021025729306379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/07/foxy-boxing.html' title='Foxy Boxing...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-112012373767797482</id><published>2005-06-30T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:28:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire alarm from hell and pirates of the carribean drinking game...</title><content type='html'>Well last night I got of work early around 1030 so I called Meggie and went over to her house.  When I arrived she was still in the shower it was around 11 15.  She got out and we got ready to head out.  By the time we were heading out it was bout 1150.  We rock up to the ram around midnight and it looks closed so we head out and try some other places, closing up so we jet out to the Met and grab a bottle of wine, pizza, and beer and head back to megs.   This is where things take a turn for the worst.  She cuts me a piece of chocolate cake and I said hey the wine u got would realy go well with this cake, let me do the honors.  So she get's me a wine opener and I go to town.  In the meantime we're trying to figure out how to turn on her oven which hasnt been used.  It's gas and we start to smell it so she read the directions to make sure we werent going to die.  ALL's fine unitl the smoke detector starts going off.  It's loud and up high so we get a broom and start fanning it.  Which turnis it off briefly.  I'm trying to get the wine open and i end up breaking the cork in half.  Bummer, so I grab a pair of scicsors trying to get it out, this just sends the cork deeper into the bottle causing me to srhink in pain, and also get wine on my shirt.  As I run to the sink Megs turns around thinking I have cut myself and seeing the red wine shes' like holy shit what did u do?  SHe stops fannin the fire alarm and it starts going off agian.  I say, I have wine on my new sweater!  Dude I hope u dont mind a little or half a cork in your wine.  I pour two glasses.  The alarm keeps going off, I"m waitin for kali at this second to come down stairs and yell at us, we have all the doors and windows open at this point and its 130 am.   The alarm still going off when she stops fanning.  I figure I can reach the button from the stairs and turn it off.  So we get the pizza outta the oven and Megs comes up with a great drinking game for our movie the Pirates of the Carribean,  everytime they say Pirate drink.  WEll we drank a lot!  2/3 into the movie I decide Icant drink anymore and cant keep up with the pirates and wait to sober up so I can drive home at the end.  WoW WHAT A NIGHT...  THe crazy thing is Kali never heard the alarm that went off over 10 times.  That wouldnt be good if there was a fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-112012373767797482?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/112012373767797482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=112012373767797482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112012373767797482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/112012373767797482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/fire-alarm-from-hell-and-pirates-of.html' title='The fire alarm from hell and pirates of the carribean drinking game...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111985264297184692</id><published>2005-06-26T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:10:42.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hollister</title><content type='html'>Well today I opened by myself for the first time.  WEll kinda the new store manager Carrie came in and helped me with orientation and opening stuff....  WEll I was supposed to work 8-6 then have an hour break and come back for the jean meeting.  It turns out I didnt get that hour off and I had to help shut down for the jean meeting.  I counted down the registers.  Then I sat and listened the dan and carrie talk about the jeans.  It turns out I get a free pair of destroyed jeans which is cool because they're 60 bux, but we're supposed to wear them everyday.  BOO.   THen I got teased because everyone knows I dont want the holey jeans, and now i get a free pair.  The moral of the story is I worked 8 am till 10 pm which blows.  ANother thing that blows is for every hour over 40 hours I only get paid 6 dollars an hour half of what i make normally!  But I get a free pair of 60 dollar jeans.  I'm not sure if that makes up for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111985264297184692?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111985264297184692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111985264297184692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111985264297184692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111985264297184692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-hollister.html' title='Oh Hollister'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111939597595566981</id><published>2005-06-21T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:19:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Like a Hippie</title><content type='html'>This past Friday our district manager Dave came in the store.  He can be a real shit, real intense and can say some really mean things.  He told one  girl one time that she looked like a whore because she was wearing mascara.  I havent seen the guy since my interview with him and after hearing all these stories I make sure I'm not wearing any make up at all, and I'm decked out head to toe in Hollister attire.  He makes me really nervous, his prescence makes the whole store nervous.  I heard reports he had Danica crying in the back room, and he had been chewing Dan a new asshole.  So I get to floor supervising and trying to stay away from him but still look like I'm working hard.  He comes up to me trying to be chummy and slaps me on the back puts his arm around me and starts giving me pointers and telling me what I'm doing wrong, and his thoughts on how to run a store.  Then he looks at me weird and says "how can I say this as funny as possible.  You manage like a Hippie."  I take offence and I say "I'm no hippie."  He doesnt respond but keeps on talking, "yeah you manage like a Hippie your too laid back.  Hippies dont run businesses.  Well small ones, you know what I'm saying?"  I respond with "Oh you mean headshops," trying to crack a joke with him.  He looks at me deadpan and says "Never say stuff like that infront of the brandreps.  You need to step up your intensity."  He continues on but my feelings are hurt, and I"m thinking he better watch the way he speaks to his employees no wonder there is such a high turnover for MIT's.  I go up to Dan later and I'm like do you think I'm a hippie? He starts lauging and responds you graduated from UPS didnt you, thats nothing but hippie a school.  It gets around that Dave called me a hippie and Justin swears he's going to wear his dirty hippie shirt to work next time.  I can honestly say I dont like it when Dave stops in.  I guess what he said to some of the other employees is much worse.  Oh well he needs to be a little more laid back, it would help him out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111939597595566981?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111939597595566981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111939597595566981' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111939597595566981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111939597595566981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/managing-like-hippie.html' title='Managing Like a Hippie'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111883394903645307</id><published>2005-06-15T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T01:30:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah memories</title><content type='html'>On my way home from a fun filled evening of chillin with Meggie at the Ram, annoying military guys and then later friends house and team America at 4 am I see someone crossing the street infront of my old highschool. Since I'm doing 80 in a 25 I take note to this and slow way the fuck down. I realize it is a teanage kid with a bag a chips, and then I take notice to all the cars and kids standing out by the rock. I realize this must have been the last day of school for the seniors in which the Jrs become seniors intailing senior girls night out, and the boys and mostly girls of the school stay out all night and protect the rock from PHS and do various other activities. This then sends me into a walk down memory lane where I remember my senior girls night out and the fun filled night I had. I wonder if the kids are keeping up the regular traditions. I just smile a secret smile and drive one. Eventually hitting the speed of 85. Within half a mile of the highschool I'm home. Ready for bed! Where I will think surely about my time then for a brief instant and revisit these fond memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111883394903645307?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111883394903645307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111883394903645307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111883394903645307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111883394903645307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-memories.html' title='Ah memories'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111878158705034288</id><published>2005-06-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:39:47.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim and Melissa's Wedding</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday the 11th was Jim and Melissa's wedding and reception.  The church and everyone in the ceremony looked incredible.  Jim looked so hansome and Mel looked drop dead gorgeous.  Jim looked so good in his tux, then I was reminded of the last time I saw him in a tux, when he took me to Jr. Prom.  As I looked around I noticed one of my ex boyfriends who was my first sitting a few rows behind me with his wife.  As the ceremony went on the groomsmin came out and there was another ex boyfriend  who took me to Senior Ball, I was wondering which one in the crowd was his wife...   Three people I had dated and all married now.  Which was a strange thought at first.   Oh well I looked ravishing in my pink tie around the neck dress.  WHo cares if I was just there with my parents and didnt have a date.  My dad is his boss and would be there anyways and I know everyone who will be at the reception it'll be a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receptions going well, I've made my rounds to all my dads work buddies who still remember me as a high spirited 7 year old and talked about how weird it was that I graduated from college.   I have said hello to all my old Thriftway work buddies who are there, it's soo good to see us all in one place again.  So, it's now time for the boucay and my friends push me up there with all the other single ladies.  I decide I'm going to take this, so I line myself directly behind Mel, look around I'm taller then everyone in my heels by atleast 4 inches, good.  She throws it, I fully extend my arm like I'm going to hit a volleyball, and wham I catch it.  Shannon next to me mouth drops open and says non of us even had a chance, then cracks a smile.  Of course the logical questions follow this event with so whos the lucky man?  I then reply I dont have one.  Then of course why does a pretty girl like you not have someone whens the last time you dated?   I then reply my ex and I broke up a year ago, tried to work things out recently didn't I'm ok with it, him and I are just friends now.  I was also just hanging out with a frat guy but he moved home, no big deal.  It'll happen when it happens.  Then I change the subject to me graduating and the convo is over until the next person asks and I go through it again.  I've been in one wedding and gone to another in the past 4 weeks, all without dates and have had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;Well for the rest of the night I drank, danced, and hung out with old friends which was awesome and much needed.  I was informed that I was supposed to be in the grooms room before the wedding to drink with everyone.  I was bummed out that I was late and didnt get to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111878158705034288?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111878158705034288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111878158705034288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111878158705034288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111878158705034288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/jim-and-melissas-wedding.html' title='Jim and Melissa&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111839107859782755</id><published>2005-06-10T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:11:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty Black Spanky's</title><content type='html'>Today was an eventful day.  On the way to work I hit the pothole thats been there for years on the city center on ramp to 16.  But in my new car which is low to the ground it scraps underneath and the front bumper, brilliant!  We were short staffed today at work, and I was told not to let anyone out on breaks.  Scew that!  So I ordered my closers and I all pizza.  I'm stressed because I'm short staffed and I have to leave an hour early (we're over on hours).   At one point during the night I'm back taking a sec to sit down and collect my thoughts on what needs to be done and how we're going to do it, when Brysen walks back there cracking up.  I head out to see what is so funny and i run into Angela.  I was like dude whats up?  She's like a customer found black undies in a corner of the fitting room.  At this point Brynsen and Lindsey come up laughing.  i was like whats going on?  Angela pointed to the girl who found them, I guess she came up to her and said Umm... I think you should know theres black underwear in a corner of one of the dressing rooms, I dont know why its there but its reallyi weird.  So Angela goes and grabs a hanger from a shirt picks up the Black Hello Kitty spankys and throws them away.  I was like why didnt u come get me this is hilarious.  We start to close up the store and now that the customers are gone we can really talk about the spanky sit.  I was like why do u guys think they're there?  Who just forgets their undies?  Why would they take them off?  The girls checked the fittin rooms for sensors to see if they ripped off a swimsuit or something.  I thought well if htey were to rip off a swim suit why wouldnt they just put the bottoms on over their undies?  I was like are they dirty like period blood or something?  WOuldnt they just throw them away in a bathroom?  Everyone is cracking up by this point as we ponder over why they would be there.  Then I was like I bet someone had sex in there and Brynsen was like thats what i think!  The girls are like no we were keeping tabs on the fittin rooms there were only two feet in each room.  Brynsen then said it doesnt always take 4 feet on the ground.  At this I just start cracking up.  Brianne and Ashley were in total disagreement because they couldnt believe someone would be that freaky.  We joke for the rest of the night about how possibley someone could leave their undies in a fitting room!  I had to see them to make sure they weren't making this up, but no they were in the trash a pair of black hello kitty spankys.  This world takes all types!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111839107859782755?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111839107859782755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111839107859782755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111839107859782755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111839107859782755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-kitty-black-spankys.html' title='Hello Kitty Black Spanky&apos;s'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111825604846907675</id><published>2005-06-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:40:48.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea! No more TBIRD</title><content type='html'>I bought a new car on Monday all by myself!  It's a 2003 Eclipse, the same color as my old car.  It got it for 17,000, a thousand under kelly blue book.  It only has 10,700 miles on it, so it's practically like a brand new car.  Its so nice, and I wont have to worry about breaking down anytime soon or replacing anything, and the gas milage is way better!  Next step is finding roomates and moving out, then I'll really feel like a grown up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111825604846907675?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111825604846907675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111825604846907675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111825604846907675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111825604846907675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/yea-no-more-tbird.html' title='Yea! No more TBIRD'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111795649991867484</id><published>2005-06-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:28:19.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The volume war...</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the practice space and watching Jupiter and Mars.  They sounded awesome until the last song.  It was too loud and sounded like crap.   WHen the song ended the sound arguement occured, it sux to watch five guys who are oh so talented fight about the volume.  After some heated words were exchanged mainly between graham and chuck, johnny pot pie stepped in and mediated as a unbiased outsider.  Both Graham, John and Chuck has some good suggestions and hopefully they will try them out and work this volume war out, they are too good to let this break em.   I piped up with the comment that when they played Daves on Broadway (where gphi had crescent)  they played too loudly for the room and I think they do that a lot, you dont want to blast your audience out of the room.  When they played at Casey and Seans party two Betas that came with Megs and Katie came up to me and said this is the best band we've ever seen live, where can I get there CDs?  They played perfect for that tiny ass room and sounded amazing.  They knew they couldnt be loud since Casey was parinoid the party was going to get busted.  Louder is not necissarily better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the band stopped arguing and made up.  I was text messaging Megs, Katie and Dan about possible parties.  Johnny Pot Pie really knows how to push my buttons and he just started digging into me about my cell phone and this and that.  So I actually started flipping him shit back, Graham stuck up for me and was telling Johnny to stop getting me riled up.  He stopped for a bit, I get suckered into a debate with him too often, he loves to get me all riled up.  The guys decided they wanted to go to the West End, I decided I was going to take my lame ass home, because I have to work tomorrow, and Chucks parents house is right around the corner from my parents house, if i stilled lived in ttown I would def go out.  Johnny again decides to get me riled up.  You know you've known someone for a long time when they can say just one thing and it causes you to get on the defesive in a snap.  He was calling it like it was I was being lame and going home and he was pointing it out.  Graham and Chuck understood I had to work, and I didnt want to be lamo.  Then we got into about how long it takes to drive to Puyallup Southill Mall I say it takes about 35-40 without traffic from here.  Johnny says it shouldnt take me that long.  Luckily Graham used to live out there and again had my back on this one.  I gave the boys hugs and wished them a good time at the West End.  I'm bummed because Casey called from there and all our friends are there.  Oh well I don't like that bar anyways, if they were goign to E9 the Ram or Magoos I would have been really bummed.  Tomorrow I wont be lame.  Besides sometimes it's nice to have a relaxing evening, watching a good band and hanging out in the Harbor can be pretty cool sometimes.  Johnny you know how to get me good man, props to you!  All you guys rock and are my bros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111795649991867484?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111795649991867484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111795649991867484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111795649991867484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111795649991867484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/volume-war.html' title='The volume war...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111794334608038341</id><published>2005-06-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:43:19.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a fun ass friday night...</title><content type='html'>Work went really smoothly friday. I didnt get yelled at and the store ran really awesome. I had my earliest close yet done at 1045 and I was ready to party. So, I call (Asian) Zach up and asked him what he was doin for the evening. THey were watching Trading Places and were going to hit up a bar later and asked if I wanted to join. I drove my ass from Puyallup to his house and rocked up and had a rum and coke. I was DD for the evening and we headed out to Magoos. It was packed, I quickly spotted my guy friends from home upstairs and go and say hi. THey were on their way out so we scored their table and had a place to chill. I had a couple of beers and was watching Alissa and Renae get hammered. Zach, James, Jean and I just sat around talked and drank. By the time the bar was closing I was starving and ready to really drink myself so we stopped off at 711 and grabbed beer and pizza. I was just hoping Rennae wouldn't yack in my car at this point since I will be trying to do something with it when I get my new car. We get back the to their place and Zach and I start really drinking. Rennae and Allissa are rolling around on the floor at this point and Zach is continually trying to get them to flash their boobs. It was hilarious. By 3 am I'm too drunk to drive home so I crash there. When I wake up Zach asks if I want to watch UHF. HELL YA, I'm hung over anyways and that would be the perfect start to my day. So Zach and I chill and watch that movie and I eventually head home where I spend most of the day hung over, something I havent felt since the GPHI senior pub crawel.  Though Dan the Hardass Assistant Store Manager called me to tell me the store looked awesome and that I did a good job!  That made today so much better!  It's nice to hear when you do a good job.  THough the day of Lara's wedding I did end up drinking way to much at the ram and throwing up twice in the ladies room. I guess the door was fully open and christy and Meggie came in and watched. THough I was hardcore that night since I went to 21 and comm and then the loft with Nicole and Meggs. I did not wake up with as bad of a hang over as I did today. I guess pretty much 3 weeks of no drinking and getting plenty of sleep has made me soft. College days are really over. Hopefully some fun stuff tonight, planning on chillin with Chuck, Jessica, and the boys in the band. Jupiter and Mars rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111794334608038341?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111794334608038341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111794334608038341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111794334608038341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111794334608038341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-fun-ass-friday-night.html' title='Finally a fun ass friday night...'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111782322949380583</id><published>2005-06-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:27:09.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sux ass as does John Mayer</title><content type='html'>Well yesturday started out ok, I went to work and the time started flying by.  Justin had me doing all kinds of weird things that I dont normally do, like dressing a female manikin, and fixing a table that was incorrect.  I finally got to eat really late.  I spent so much time doing this things and it seemed like all night we were short one person (we were) that the mountain of go backs was unclimable and the store was turning to shit.  Justin was in a really bad mood since he had been talking to his 19 yearold ex gf who for the record is a trendy little snot.  Justins almost 24 and a pussy when it comes to her it seems.  He didnt do anything or help me out at all.  So I was on my own, it was a really bad close to say the least the store looked like crap I gave it a D.  I'm sure to get yelled at today by Dan the Hardass.  I finally got off work late around 1130 and wanted to meet up with my little and other girlfriends at the Ram.  SInce I started this job I've only been out a few times I wanted to have a blast last night.  I get to the ram around midnight, and who do I see, but Tacomas store manager for Hollister wearing a bright red Hollister shirt and a guy who graduated from UPS Matt Mettsker(sp)  who also work at hollister.  This is not what I want to be seeing at the moment since I just left the store in Puyallup.  So I quickly put on some bright red lipstick, (I can't wear makeup at work)  and Jake the TTOWN store manager starts laughing, he asks if i just got off work and indeed I had.  I go order drinks, a shot of tequila and a beer.  As I'm ordering Kali and Katie come up to me and Megs and they're going home.  I ask Megs to stay with me since I just got there, so much for my rowdy night out!  We end up hanging with the UPS Beta/ Hollister crew for a bit, Megs is getting bored and the place is closing down so she calls for a ride home.  Bummer for me.  So I just go get some gas and head home to the Harbor, maybe tonight will be more fun and more of an adventure after I get yelled at, at work.  I don't wanna work 1-11 but I have tomorrow off yeah!  I think I may start writing about adventures from the past since I havent had any in awhile....I do not want my life to become boring so I may just have to create some new ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111782322949380583?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111782322949380583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111782322949380583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111782322949380583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111782322949380583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/06/work-sux-ass-as-does-john-mayer.html' title='Work Sux ass as does John Mayer'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111760756241680602</id><published>2005-05-31T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:32:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Off</title><content type='html'>Well I have the night off and I dont have to work till 1 tomorrow but what am I doing, I'm sittin here drinking beer and playing with my new blog while chatting on AIM.  I think in a sec I will start playin Mah Jong one of my most addicting computer games...  Good thing my parents took the Sims off their computer and I never loaded it on to mine... Then I would really be in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111760756241680602?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111760756241680602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111760756241680602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111760756241680602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111760756241680602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/05/night-off.html' title='Night Off'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111760042534518493</id><published>2005-05-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:13:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for new cars sux ass</title><content type='html'>So today I spent lookin for a new car. I would ideally like a Toyota Celica 2003 in Silver. After going to dealerships and trying to find peoples houses who give shitty directions I still have no car, and have to get up early tomorrow before work to keep the search up. Car shopping is stressful I have realized that I'm buying this car on my own, I will have car payments, and I will have to take over car insurance. Figuring in student loans and the fact I desperately want to move outta the Harbor and back to TTOWN has made me depressed since I will be broke. THough I can not continue on with my car... I fill up the 18 gallon tank now twice a week which is 40 bux each time, the check engine light now comes on as I drive, and the car feels like its going to cut off when ever I turn it on. Not to mention the funky smell, that its cracked up and the duck tape all thanx to my bro and his friends... I need a new car, but the Tbird is my first car and my baby. I just washed it recently and it looks good again I forgot I had shiney rims. My mom had to test drive the cars today since I don't know how to drive stick yet. The Celicas are really nice cars though. Hopefully by my next day off on saturday I will be buying a new car. Then we will have to try and sale my old one, that will be weird....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111760042534518493?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111760042534518493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111760042534518493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111760042534518493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111760042534518493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/05/shopping-for-new-cars-sux-ass.html' title='Shopping for new cars sux ass'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13323109.post-111759731574290672</id><published>2005-05-31T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:41:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So for a long time now I have considered making a live journal or a blog.  I should have started this back while I was in OZ, it would have made things easier, and since I didn't keep a journal during that time it would have been nice to know what I was feeling from day to day.  So, now that I'm done with college as of two weeks ago, I think it's time to start one of these things.  Besides now that I'm in the Harbor I have plenty of free time to do this.  Hopefully this will make it easier to stay in touch with friends who no longer live here...  Since I've gotten so terrible at emailing since I returned to the states.  All right lets give this a whirl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13323109-111759731574290672?l=chelle27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/feeds/111759731574290672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13323109&amp;postID=111759731574290672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111759731574290672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13323109/posts/default/111759731574290672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelle27.blogspot.com/2005/05/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04494375472392204020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/208/6127/640/100_06011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
