So this is me for the rest of the evening…cranky and tired (and evidently grainy) because I have first world problems and too much love for grown men I don’t actually know

I think my mood is a combination of tiredness, disappointment in not going/being comfortable and awake enough to go alone, and post-concert depression from last night. Then it’s occasionally interspersed with the reminder that I met both Albert and Justin Young last night, so I have no right to complain.

Also, I now have more than one work shirt and can stop wearing one for seven straight days without washing it if I don’t have a day off for awhile. I always wear another shirt underneath, but it still starts skeeving me out by the end. I also like that this is long sleeved.

My mom found this picture of me randomly this week…looks like I didn’t have a neck back then either. (Taken with instagram)

Oh right, I forgot that the reason I don’t straighten my hair and then pull it back is because I have these weird wisp things that look ridiculous when my hair’s in a ponytail and that never grow. 

At least it’s an improvement upon what it is when my hair is normal (super ridiculous frizz). It’s like having awkwardly thin bangs that I don’t want. 

Currently I’m tired and starving but too tired to do anything about either thing. 

I need cash and I want to be full-time eventually, but perhaps part-time is a good way to start off because this is what happens to me when I have to be in for 8 three days in a row. 

Today is officially the last day I can be like this: forever in elastic-waist pants and oversized uni sweatshirts, unmakeup’ed and with my hair undone, sleeping til 1PM and going to bed at 3:30AM. Tomorrow, I will wake up at 5:30AM, drive to a city over an hour away, and train to become an expert in Apple’s products and philosophy, first in a classroom for three days, then in the actual retail environment. I spent my last day of irresponsibility sleeping late, watching Sherlock, rolling around with cramps, eating pizza, and writing essays about the future of the media industry. I’d say I’m sending this life off well, minus the cramps. 

I have lived this wholly vegetative existence since August, when I moved back to the US and back into my parents house. A good amount of this time I was bedridden after breaking my foor in four places about ten days after moving back, but the rest of the time I was relishing in enjoying my life of gluttony and no responsibility since I so hated the four years that came before it and felt I deserved some time that was wholly my own. I’ve always been very good at doing “nothing,” and thought I could do it for an indefinite amount of time, but recently I’ve felt like I needed to DO something with my days, at the very least. I need to learn something new, I need to have human contact besides with my parents, I need to make money, and I need broaden the spectrum of things I care about and feel I have a vested interest in. My new job at Apple does all of those things, and I’m grateful for it, and that I’m not just making coffee or folding sweaters instead.

I’m starting out part-time, which is probably a good way to ease into having a schedule and routine again: outside of the job I had in the summer of 2010, I haven’t needed to follow a routine or strict schedule since the spring of 2009 (English uni is weird). So because I slept til 1PM today and because I can never sleep the night before I wake up early for something, I probably won’t sleep tonight, but it doesn’t matter, because what I’m about to start to do is exciting to me, and I haven’t had a positive and forward-looking drastic lifestyle change that I was wholly excited about since I started highschool in 2003. 

It’s that time again…when I inexplicably get an influx of new followers and I do one of these posts that everyone loves so much

• I am Chelsea
• This is a picture of me psychotically hugging a Spongebob pillow with no shame
• I have a disproportionate love for Spongebob (seasons 1-3 anyway), The Strokes, and Coldplay. And other things, but those are the biggest ones that you’ll see a lot of here I guess
• I also like a lot of other things that rarely, if never, show up here and I don’t really know why that is
• I work for Apple (as of Friday, anyway)
• I talk a lot about what’s wrong with the music industry today even though I don’t think many people agree or care
• I have some pretty useless university degrees but really prefer to work in computers or music, neither of which I have any educational qualifications for
• I’ve lived in England, The Netherlands, and the US
• I like long text posts 
• I like replying to your posts even if I don’t know you that well
• I don’t really like liking posts that much, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like you
• I’m too tired to really add anything else to this because I’m on a massive caffeine crash, so there you go for now

Seriously, EVERY TIME I GO TO A TV TAPING, THIS HAPPENS.

2012 GPOY with horrible hair etc. 

Sorry to all of you with hangovers, but I’m enjoying my margarita now massively…It’s a character anomaly that I like tequila so much, but that and whiskey are the only alcohol I like, really. 

My friend took pictures at our “sleep over like we’re not 20-somethings with jobs and salaries” party last week and this is the only one I look even marginally acceptable in. 

I should ask for a chin for next Christmas. 

Things received today: a coat with a huge fuzzy hood that I’m in love with, and my Coldplay ticket for August. 

I also got coffee with one of my best friends. Caffeine, however, is not one of my best friends. I’m in hyper-active beaver mode right now.

I bought this chapstick today because I needed chapstick, but this one was alluring because it came in a weirdo plastic egg. 

However, it tastes so good I might end up eating it. It’s just supposed to be boring mint flavored, but I think they’ve intentionally put sugar in it or something too because I’ve used it about ten times so far.