<?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-1304147546396875232</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:34:29.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Days in the life of a girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsee Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07167448934199122274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304147546396875232.post-999072834654462543</id><published>2008-08-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:56:46.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready for a calm down.</title><content type='html'>SO my last blog was pretty hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the same way but I want to apologize for completely getting down on Rob. I love him. I will always love him. He makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got so frustrated with my stagnancy (is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rob started a new job, which he and I both love working in a coffee shop as well as working at Zackies. I love it. He is so excited about being financially stable and confortable so maybe now we can start saving for that wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think Im moving out but I at least know it will be done on good terms not on bad. I think with any person you date you have to know how to get through to them instead of making it seem like your attacking them and that is exactly what I did and I couldnt be happier with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. I have 2 co-write this week, A meeting with Denny Carr next week, hopefully getting a few shows booked, an upcoming show with Billy Block and a buttload of MySpace stuff to catch up on. Ill do it....along with working over 40 hours this week...it will get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord....really help me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8FFPFGkQnM/SKCZWGgQzxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2bmHiW3wl4/s1600-h/bimbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8FFPFGkQnM/SKCZWGgQzxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2bmHiW3wl4/s200/bimbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233351371986620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh that makes me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304147546396875232-999072834654462543?l=chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/feeds/999072834654462543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1304147546396875232&amp;postID=999072834654462543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/999072834654462543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/999072834654462543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-calm-down.html' title='ready for a calm down.'/><author><name>Chelsee Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07167448934199122274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8FFPFGkQnM/SKCZWGgQzxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i2bmHiW3wl4/s72-c/bimbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304147546396875232.post-1232198551365600011</id><published>2008-08-06T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:50:26.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obviously Im headed somewhere.....</title><content type='html'>I look at this post and dread the pain my wrists will feel when Im done with it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I chatted with Rachel last night about this.. I feel as though I always chat with her first it helps me to validate that I am in fact not psycho, I am also not stupid and I can in fact make grown-up decisions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Im moving out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know what your thinking. Are Rob and her breaking up? No, we are not breaking up, but I have realized that I have made too many decisions for the guys in my life which ended up hurting me in the long run.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am moving out because, I want to be 21. I want to go home and be bored. I want my boyfriend to call and say that he wants to take me out for dinner. I want to have my room the same way it was when I left it. I want to have friends over and not be smooshed into 485 sq. ft.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But mostly... I want Rob to grow up&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Im tired of paying 2/3rds of the bills. Im tired of worrying about my car falling apart when I couldve easily saved for another one...or better yet, used Rob's if it broke down (which he has $4000 sitting in the bank for) I want him to get a job to pay for his bills. I want him to be a man, not a boy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I want my step-dad to be proud of me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All in all I feel as though 3 years of my life have been wasted and that makes me want to scream. Why do I look to boys to validate me? Why do I constantly feel like I wont get better? Or that I dont deserve better? I have no reason to feel that way....no abusive parents, no terrible background, nothing like that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yet I still feel this need. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rob will grow up, but not if I enable him. I want it to work, I love him more than I could ever explain and hopefully this will force it to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So what I think is happening is that I will be moving in with Rachel.... so I will officially be 21 and stable and independant.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lord help me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.S. Please add me on "tumblr"....its my new favorite thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304147546396875232-1232198551365600011?l=chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/feeds/1232198551365600011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1304147546396875232&amp;postID=1232198551365600011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/1232198551365600011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/1232198551365600011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/2008/08/obviously-im-headed-somewhere.html' title='obviously Im headed somewhere.....'/><author><name>Chelsee Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07167448934199122274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304147546396875232.post-2560420856043401076</id><published>2008-07-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:32:42.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog two.....yeah in the months Ive had this..</title><content type='html'>So Im writing my second blog. I suck at keeping up with this thing. In my defense though it could be because my computer was on the fritz, I didnt have a power cord due to my Pitbulls overactive jaw and I turned off my internet at the house.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What a time Ive had since I last updated. Youve missed many an interesting evening out with my Stanley (aka Rachel) and fights with my boyfriend, deathly illness, job hunts, new friends...so on and so on.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v692/gigsinger44/?action=view&amp;current=l_6424fd54916fe02ad143f022e5c783b0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v692/gigsinger44/l_6424fd54916fe02ad143f022e5c783b0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This picture pretty much sums it all up......&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I promise now that I have computer access to once again regain my blog mentality.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304147546396875232-2560420856043401076?l=chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2560420856043401076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1304147546396875232&amp;postID=2560420856043401076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/2560420856043401076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/2560420856043401076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-twoyeah-in-months-ive-had-this.html' title='blog two.....yeah in the months Ive had this..'/><author><name>Chelsee Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07167448934199122274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304147546396875232.post-2824038228266310353</id><published>2008-04-07T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:11:33.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first thoughts, among many</title><content type='html'>I have started many a blog in the past. Not sure why I never continued. Probably for the same reasons I never kept that journal with the kittens on it that I started when I was 11. I think it also has something to do with the fact that I have a very hard time saying what it is I feel. Ive come to the realization that I, with a few small exceptions, cant tell you&lt;strong&gt; exactly&lt;/strong&gt; how I feel.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I sit here its sort of scrolling through the many things I could talk about. The presidential election (which scares the piss out of me, so much so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; considering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt; a great place to raise children), My ongoing job search (which has lasted the last 3 years if you really get down to it), How about my animals (pro-pit bull for life), my boyfriend (the love of my life, even when I want to scream at him), the lack of interesting and exceptionally good friends in this city, my future, my family, heck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get me started on the state of the music industry, and a million other things that I juggle in this brain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I guess for a first blog I will just introduce you and in all actuality me, to myself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a girlie girl, as well as a huge tomboy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love folk and alt-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; music, but I really cant go a day with out some obnoxious tune from my youth, somewhere along the lines of The Spice Girls, or The New Radicals.&lt;li&gt;I am an in and out, totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commit ed&lt;/span&gt;, northern Michigan girl at heart&lt;li&gt;I am pale, and proud of it&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know anyone besides Rob who shares even half of my interests here in Nashville.&lt;li&gt;I miss my mom, very very very much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a love of all things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;...really&lt;li&gt;My Pit Bull is now my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some of the greatest friends ever,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; most of them live nowhere near me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watch the food network religiously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I plan on getting more tattoos and piercings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat hates me..but I love him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am poor right now, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; we all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have huge dreams, I really do want it all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing better than cheese and wine, although I do indulge in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ra men&lt;/span&gt; noodles too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Japan is my favorite place on earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer is my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I should have grown up in the 60's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the thickest hair you have ever seen...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe me..you should&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;German town&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite place to live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I carry a huge purse, normally filled with a planner and Real Simple magazine, and various nanny things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love art, even though I am no artist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go on with this list forever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; some of me, not all of me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I will ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; all of me. Thanks for taking the time to read this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure they will get somewhat more interesting in the future.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;, Ciao, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lovies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chelsee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1304147546396875232-2824038228266310353?l=chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/feeds/2824038228266310353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1304147546396875232&amp;postID=2824038228266310353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/2824038228266310353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1304147546396875232/posts/default/2824038228266310353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chelseelynnoaks.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-thoughts-among-many.html' title='the first thoughts, among many'/><author><name>Chelsee Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07167448934199122274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
