I'm awful at computers. I really hope this is sent to the right blog.

Chelsea Walton (middle name not cute enough to include). I'm a sixteen-year-old girl in nearly every sense. Except for the wanting to drive part; it scares me to death. Or the listening to popular music part; ask my friends. Or sleeping in like crazy on weekends; I got up before nine-thirty today.

So, to rephrase that opening line: I'm very much a teenage girl in some ways.

The laziness, habits of procrastination, the sometimes very materialistic values, the always being broke, the excessive texting. I've got all that.

But I love my life, semi-predictability aside. I have a lovely set of best friends, who I look up to so much (I've told them a million and seven times that all of their accomplishments are going on my college resumes, followed by something along the lines of "and she's been to my house" or "I've borrowed her clothes"). I have an extremely supportive and awesome family, who puts up with me with relatively little complaint (except the hating-driving part, that they're openly not too happy about). This year, I've found myself a nice little boyfriend, who I make hang out with me frequently (and who will be getting his license soon, which is probably most exciting for poor little Mary, who's been stuck driving me lately).

All my life, I've had the tendency to quit almost everything. That's my one thing with my parents and how they rasied me, that I wish they'd been mean and pushy and made me stick with ballet, or soccer, or that they could've found a way to make me good at math past the fifth-grade level. But then, I'm probably not meant to be a ballerina or soccer star or mathematician (I don't even think I spelled that last one right), and I can't totally blame them for that. I've always loved singing, and have never cried or thrown a fit on the way to a rehearsal or voice lesson (except maybe once when I got ketchup on my chorus concert clothes, or something). And now I don't totally suck at singing, and still have no intention of quitting that anytime soon.

This past summer, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to perform as a chorus member in Cinderella at the Lexington Children's Theatre. Never before have I experienced such an immediate closeness with people-- especially people that I'm also immensely jealous of. The aforementioned boyfriend was also a part of the cast, as well as the rest of his immediate family. I really enjoyed getting to know everyone involved in the production, and had THE prettiest costume I've ever seen in my entire life. And, hopefully, I picked up some stuff that'll help me up my game back at Henry Clay's drama program.

To be able to pursue a career in singing and/or musical theatre would be incredible. Or to work as some high-end magazine editor (despite all the grammar and punctuation mistakes I'm sure I've made in this one entry alone). Thinking more practically, I would also love to go into psychology. Granted, I'm only two weeks into this psychology class at Henry Clay. I really do think it's something I'd enjoy, though.

As of now, I, like Faina and Kate, am trying to establish a sense of balance in my life. I love being with friends, and would totally spend all my waking hours with them if I could. Same with my family. Non-teenagerish as it may seem, I could sit and gossip with my mom and baby sister (and sometimes even dad and brother) forEVER. And now I've got this boyfriend I kinda don't totally hate spending time with. Additionally, if someone's going to let me be in some theatrical production, I'm definitely taking advantage of that. Making time for schoolwork is something I'm probably getting progressively worse at. So we'll see how this school year pans out, I definitely have college more on my mind, and definitely want to make some good money in the future. So I'll work at this academic stuff.

I read something a week or so ago about how some people have this mutant gene-thing that allows them to get by on only six hours of sleep. Wouldn't that be nice? There's a lot to enjoy in life, even teenage-girl life. And there's less time than I'd like to enjoy it all.

http://www.facebook.com

Despite the fact that my mom and all her friends and people I babysit for have accounts now, Facebook is still a very teenager-esque thing.