Merry Christmas! I hope everyone has a safe, festive, jolly and wonderful holiday. Mine has been wonderful so far I got a new iPhone, jewelry box, lotion, picture, clock and some new make up. The holiday season always puts me in a good mood and this one has been no different. It has been a little stressful and this has been my first year buying presents for everyone in my family but it has all been worth it. I hope everyone has a great holiday no matter what you celebrate.

A few days ago I posted an entry with a picture. I even got a few comments on it but now it’s missing. I didn’t delete it or anything but it’s just gone. That is so weird. . .

So Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I hope that everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. I’m looking foward to the food and the infamous ‘Black Friday’. I will be out and about shopping tomorrow for a few Christmas presents. Best Buy is having some amazing sales, as usual, so I figure I might as well go do my Christmas shopping now. Cross you fingers and hope I don’t spend too much money

I completely love my new Nissan Altima Coupe. I got a black one and I have to admit it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever done. I am beyond satisified, although I would have liked tinted windows I think this way I can go tint them myself and get them as dark as I want.

So besides the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life. Nothing much has been going on. My life is slightly uninteresting at the moment. I just wanted to write this to tell everyone about my car. haha I’m kind of bragging a little.

♥ Chelsea

I’ve been so down and out lately because of all the pitfalls I’ve come across. I decided to go out the other night. It was my first ‘club’ experience. It wasn’t one of the big clubs like Tao or Tryst that attract all of the tourists but a locals type club off of Jones. It’s not big and at the busiest time of the night probably had about 200 or so people. I’m not 21 so I had to ease my way in there. I haven’t drank alcohol in such a long time so I made sure that I was still sober by the end of the night. We went with a group of like 25-30 people. It was fun and I always thought I’d love to do that but I have discovered it’s definitely not my scene.

Why I didn’t like it:
It seemed like every guy that I danced with felt the need to loom around me all night. I danced with one guy who was constantly grabbing my but and then proceeded to massage my ear lobes (WTF?). I swear, I think he was going to try to kiss me and he probably would have gotten hit in the nose if he did. I made sure to quickly get out of that one. I had to dance with a guy named William. :/ When I told him why that bothered me he was like, ‘why’d he leave you for, you’re so beautiful’. Do we really need to start off our conversation like that? Besides, beauty isn’t what keeps a relationship going anyways. Someone from MySpace saw me there and now thinks we’re best buds. Another guy that was actually in our party made sure to sit next to me and keep his arm around me so I looked taken, he was buying me drinks. Then when he was leaving he wanted me to go with him. Umm, I don’t think so, your going to need to get me a whole heck of a lot drunker to get me to do that. NEXT! Another guy insisted on getting in my face and cursing at me because I wouldn’t go sit next to and flirt with his friend. Back up ass-hole, if your friend was a real man he’d come talk to me himself. Hip-hop music makes my stomach hurt after a while, it’s so loud you can’t talk to whoever your with. I would have preferred watching a band and sipping a glass of wine at a lounge any day. When I get to do it, I think I’ll prefer big band and jazz type music where I can dance swing and stuff.

What I did like:
Dancing was fun even in four inch heels I made sure they stayed on my feet all night. It got my mind off of everything else that is happening in my life at the moment. We made up a signal where I grab my ear if I needed rescuing, needless to say I found myself grabbing my ear a lot. The room was filled with reasonably attractive people that, if nothing else, were fun to look at. Attention from guys I didn’t know was a nice confidence booster. The fact that I got out of the house and did something new and fresh.

So the con’s way out-weighed the pro’s. Like I said, it’s not my scene. I may do it again but not very often.

Last night I went down to the strip. The Fountains of Bellagio show plays every 15 minutes after 8 p.m. so I sat and watched it for an hour. The show is different each time and I enjoy the music. I nearly cried during Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.” That music and the fountains, ah it was perfect. I get tingles and goosebumps just thinking about it. I wonder how many different versions of that show they have. I’ll find out one day even if I have to sit there all night. I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend. xoxo

I want everyone to know how much I hate my life right now. Will told me a few days ago that he was going to go get the rest of his stuff out of that house. Has that been done? No. So I’m sure he is having a gay ‘ol time galavanting around with his new girlfriend and his new found single life. But don’t you think he should be responsible and go get his stuff? It is sitting at that house rent free. So I’ve been trying to call his sisters house, where he is staying, day after day, multiple times a day. I’m not trying to get him back, I’m not going to cry, I just want to tell him to get his crap or it will be sold or donated. Does anyone answer? No. Gosh, you’d swear I was the black plague or something. So finally I get a machine today and I leave a message. Does anyone return my phone call? No. What the hell did I do to him? Last time I checked I think he was the one that was about to cheat on me. And it was he that wanted to break up with me to pursue other interests. Him that lied consistently over and over again to me.

Anyways so I’m forced to move all my stuff day after day why isn’t he doing the same? Everything of mine is out of that house. Not to mention I also have to clean out the house and make it presentable because they’re already beginning to show it to renters. So all day I get to tote stuff around and clean the whole house from top to bottom. Why do I get no help from him, we both lived there. He even said it was the first time he felt like he was at ‘home’ in a long time. I think it should be both of our responsibilities but it would seem that I am the only responsible one of the two of us.

It all makes me so mad at him and makes getting over him a whole heck of a lot easier. I could understand a lot more if he’d just call back and tell me when he’s getting his stuff but apperently that stuff isn’t that important to him, or I’m just too much of a bother, or he’s just to busy. Whatever the reason this is getting ridiculous. Will someone please tell me what I did wrong to be the only person who is having a hard time with this break up.