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Name: Chelsea
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 1/26/1986
Interests: lots of things
Expertise: complainig
Occupation: Sales
Industry: creators of holidays (no, I am
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AIM:  huzzahlover
Member Since:
5/21/2005
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| It's funny how a lot can happen so fast and then you realize "shit, where has the time gone?" and look back. Well, in essence what I am trying to say is that it has been roughly four months worth that I have not blogged and I do not think I shall try to fill in the gaps. Just know it was eventful and if you wish to know, ask me in person or give me a call, I'd rather talk in most cases anymore. Which I guess is one update, I'm more willing to talk over a phone or in person these days due to my lack of personal computer with internet (this is the family unit, bleeeeh!) Tchau for now!
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| Disclaimer: Dearest Chris, I am not trying to copy you, I merely found this a few minutes ago and thought it highly...interesting. Feel free to leave your thoughts!  Do remember, it is The Onion.
 
DES MOINES, IA—Edwards' "Only the Good Things" proposal builds on previous efforts to end bad things such as skinned knees, curse words, and splinters.  | | |
| Lately things have been weird. But when aren't they weird I suppose...
A little over a week ago at work a customer came up to me and told me that one of the patrons wasn't breathing right and might need help. I go to see what is going on and there is a man sitting awkwardly stiff in a chair, spitting up white foam and most definitely not breathing correctly. "Oh shit." me thinks and runs to get the supervisor to call 911. Medics came johnny on the spot and took the guy away on a gurney. That was it, they didn't say a word to us. The next day I was asked to file a written report on the situation. A few days later, a co-worker tells me the man has died.
I cannot express to you how distraught in my mind I was over this news. The man who had been taken away (for what appeared to me as a drug O.D.) was a man I knew by name, but not too much beyond that. We would converse daily by saying hello, talking briefly of news or whatnot, just the general customer-employee chats you can imagine, though he had nick-named me the "lovely lady." (though there are more than a few people who call me that at work, including my bosses) Seeing him foaming, being taken away, then hearing was was dead was just a bit unsettling. Even more so than that though, was the fact that apparently no one else I worked with seemed to give a damn, though everyone knows him. In my mind I had to wonder if they all don't care because he is indeed a homeless man,( but nonetheless always pays for what he gets from us) or if they truly just didn't care because there are too many other important things in their lives to worry about or any other number of possibilities.
The other day at work, I was cleaning off a table and heard a familiar and friendly "hello lovely lady." All I could do was smile and feel a little bit better, glad to know he wasn't, you know, DEAD.
Is it too odd of me to care somewhat about the life of another human, though, as I said, I really do not know the person that well? This whole situation made me feel slightly stupid and embarassed for caring, but at the same time, I guess...I don't know, was it wrong?
In other news, I only have 5 more days of work left, yippeee!
Also, I have found that I have a really dumb new hobby, which is checking my sister's myspace every day. She's very...amusing, to say the least. Facebook is also another one of those "please make the time go by faster so I can get the fuck out of Hayward sooner" devices. I find throwing sheep, biting, slapping and superpoking people virtually to be, sadly, a way of reaching out to those friends I don't interact with in person anymore. Who doesn't want to throw sheep at their best friend? Yes, I am that pathetic. Can't wait to move back to Cam, have school and too many hours of work to deal with, but all with friends and family in between. Amazing how perspectives can change...
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| The other day I was curious as to what I was doing at this point in time last year, so I took a trip through my blog entires of last year and was very appalled. What a bitter and angry person I was last summer! Disgusting and truly disappointing, but I cannot say I did not have my reasons and sometimes, periods like that need to happen in order for us to learn and grow as people. Reflecting now on what I have been up to and experienced in what is now almost the past year, I have to say I am grateful and proud of what people have exposed me to and how my opinion of certain facets of life and our society have changed. Thank you all for helping me see beyond the scope of what society would could a "total square."
Today the San Francisco Chronicle contained an article where one of their reporters interviewed the man known as "the Bear" and was the creator of "Owsley Purple" LSD, supposedly the best LSD you could get in the 60s. Reading the article leads you to think the guy is somewhat of a nutjob, but all the same, I respect this particular quote of his pertaining to his jail time for self manufacture and sale of LSD, and very well the creation of the psychedelic age of the 60s.
"I wound up doing time for something I should have been rewarded for," he
says. "What I did was a community service, the way I look at it. I was punished
for political reasons. Absolutely meaningless. Was I a criminal? No. I was a
good member of society. Only my society and the one making the laws are
different."
I think sometimes that people underestimate the value of so-called delinquency in our society and fail to realize that this is not as bad as what they think it is. I am not pushing drugs here, but rather stating that they serve their purpose in society as much as the next thing. Caffeine is ok, yet I see so many people hopelessly addicted and how they get way out of whack when they do not get it. People do more dangerous things to get their thrills, like sky diving. All I am saying is should it really be such a crime to alter your state of mind, even if only for an instance, to see the world in a way you've never encountered it before?
Last night at work the cops were called to come and take a man away from where I work. Why? My supervisor was under the impression he stole something from our shelves when in fact the man claimed he came to return the item as he had not realized he still had it with him when he came to retrieve his cell phone which he had left behind. Maybe he is telling the truth, maybe he isn't, but no one can prove he was trying to steal it. Nor do I think the man needed to be removed from the premises as he was not in any sort of disruptive behavior until he knew the cops were coming. The cops came after we closed, way too late to do anything to help the situation because the man had already left. They asked for a description of the man and I said nothing as my co-workers continued to give them, what in my estimation, was nothing coming close to a description of the man. The cops left and my co-workers were angry that nothing had been done. There was nothing they could have done anyways, no evidence, no nothing. I was happy he got away.
There are only 2 more weeks of work left, then my family comes to visit, then we leave for New York, and then we move back to Camarillo. Wow...I simply caannot wait. :)
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| It's amazing how just waking up at 10:00 am makes me feel like I have wasted an entire day. So many of the peaceful hours gone...oh well, there will be other days.
This past weekend reminded me why I started down the path of a psychology major: people and the fact that they are fascinating Thanks to all those people that made the weekend the greatest time I've had in long while. I love you all.
The weekend also made me realize there is only one love for me and that in most cases I am not open to any of those odd sexual gatherings such as threesomes. Just not my thing, though this weekend has marked the second time I have seriously been asked to participate in such activity. Odd...
July is finally here and hopefully the days will go by fast so that soon we will be seeing my family visit us here(finally!) and we will go to the east coast and then come back to have a moving back to southern California celebration and leave Hayward in the dust. As mighty good as leaving sounds, I know that there are little memories and bits of this place that I will miss. We talked about it last night, while watching random fireworks go off around the city from the hill over at my school. The access to the hill overlooking the bay, certain people at our jobs, being out on our own, little memories of firsts we've had here...all that stuff.
Yeah, it's time to move on.
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