Dear Diary.

Dear Cobra Starship,
Good Girls Go Bad is the radicalest song ever. I just have one query. What on earth is that noise that you make after you say, "Good girls go..." It souds like a sheep Baa-ing. That has always bothered me a little bit. just wondering.

Dear Time Travler's Wife,
What was your name? Claire. How do you do it? How do you handle your lover man just dissappearing like that without warning? It baffles me. I loved your movie. It made me cry. It blew The Notebook away.

Dear Shane West,
What happened to you? Why did you fall off the face of the earth. After ER bit the dust, so did you. You need to make a cool comeback in another A Walk to Remember-ish movie. I would like that very much. Thanks for understanding.

Dear Halloween,
I am very excited for your arrival. I have decided that I shall be an angel for the Singers Halloween Party and if my friends decide to not be party poopers and go trick or treating with me!


Dear Sparkely blue sequin tap outfits,
Why must you itch so much? You are way too adorable to be so annoyingly itchy. Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy wants you to change your itchy ways.

Dear LOLcatz,

Thank you for giving me something to roll on the floor and laugh about until I cry.

Dear Mr. Cheese,
You suck. Why did you have to burn our pizza? Why do your silly little arcade games eat up your 20 tokens and then give you all of like 50 tickets. I can't even buy a freakin pack of pop rocks for 50 tickets.

Dear Patrick Swayze,
You rocked my socks off. Especially in Ghost. Best movie ever.

Dear Paintball,
I want to play you. You look painful, but fun.

When you're lost, you can look and you will find me, time after time.

Meet Chelsea. She is one week old. She has no hair.

Meet the Holt family of three. Baby Chelsea was blessed with the gift of baldness, much to the dismay of her poofy-headed parental beings. Little did she know that once she turned two, her hair would come in like a tidal wave of blonde ringlets.

Happy Birthday to Chelsea. She is one. Her mother continued to inject her hair with a voluminous potion called Aussie.
Happy third birthday to Chelsea. She was enthused to have this enormous, completely decorated Barbie mansion that featured 3 floors and a working doorbell.

Meet Danielle, one of Chelsea's most favoritest cousins of all time. Such a darling little dress featuring tomatos(?) on it.

Happy Halloween! Pocachelsea recieved a baby brother this year.

And the award for the best, worst hairstyles of the 90's goes to.....

Meet Will. he liked boats and yo-yos. Mother and father refer to him as the "good, quiet child." How special.

This horrendous monstrosity of a photo took place on Halloween of 1998. Such utterly priceless childhood memories.

Mr. bunny looks rather frightening. Chelsea was smiling on the outside, but deep down she was screaming inside. The bunny's huge eyes and strangely floppy ears are much too psycho-ish for her to handle.

Chelsea is 6 here. She had unruly, wavy/curly hair with oddly-shaped bangs. Not much has changed today.

Happy Halloween 2001. GoGo Girl and silver/yellow power ranger are looking especially hott.

A 9-year old Chelsea had the opportunity to play "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" and "Amazing Grace" on this baby grand Piano. That poofy, red velvet dress was her most beloved article of clothing at the time.

Braves Games were a common activity for the Atlanta-residing Holts. Gram was visiting in this one.

The holt "completed" family of four traveled to San Fransisco in June of 2002, only to find that they would not be able to see the top of the Golden Gate Bridge due to the extreme foggy cold that took over and ruined their trip.

Fast forward to September 20, 2004 when we welcomed baby Bradyn into the family. It took me a little while to warm up to him after him peeing on me on his 3rd day on this earth. Sad story. He was forgiven eventually.

Merry Christmas 2004...a few days before the great migration to Arizona. Not many cherished memories were made during that time so no pictures, sorry.

Uncle Josh and Auntie Jade's wedding in 2005. Very, very fun.

Let's do the time warp to 2007 for the lake winnie trip of the greatest year ever, 8th grade! Coasters, Funnel Cakes, and Coach jones!!!! What more could a girl want?

Freshman year adventures to the "mall" and loving on the mannequins. Chelsea and her friend Sarah Beth always have a good time...

The end of our first year of highschool marks the first annual BrittneyChelseastayupallnightandwalktofoodlionandgorollingat4am. It was the last adventure of the sort.

Sophomore year brought many a singers adventure the Applebees and O'Charleys. What great fun.

Merry Christmas 2008 at Breakfast with Santa. Cameron is our pimp.

Meet Fletcher and Benji. They are the twins of Chelsea and Will. Yeah they are the best of friends now, because they never grow tired of watching scrubs, funny cats on youtube, and laughing uncontrollably at cake wrecks. They rock.

Chelsea and her favorite cousin, Madison love to swing. They also give eachother facials and pretend to be mother and child at town events.

J'adore my life.

You make dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee...

Oh you make me smile...
To anyone who has yet to hear the inexplicably amazing Uncle Kracker song, Smile, You fail at life. I mean seriously, turn on the radio and let its cute head-over-heels lyrics flow through your ears. I want a boy to sing stuff like that to me. hahaha....

Now with the 411 on the recent appenings/thoughts/ obsessions in my fabulous life!
1. Rockelle's Sweet 16
Swimming and volleyball with some of the coolest peoples ever! All except for one who grinds my gears just a tad. No name mentioning though. sorry.

Rachel(B-day Girl), Sara, Ashleigh, Myself, Kelsie, Emily

2. Pirates!What!oftheCaribbean!What!

More to come on this little sneak-peak in 2 years.

3. Bahaha.
I refuse to like the movie 300, simply because EVERYONE under the sun is obsessed with it, and I personally think it's stupid and it wierds me out for some reason. But I did, however, happen to enjoy this.














4. This is pretty.

5. Practical Magic.

Strange little movie that I watched a looong time ago, and just recently borrowed it from Gram and refreshed my memories on it. And the Verdict is...Like it! It's funny and magical...that sounds cheesy, but oh well. It has a cool 90's folk-y soundtrack, too. Stevie Nix and Sheryl Crow.

Now for more random facts about my life at the moment.

1. This weekend was the Coffee Pot, which we shockingly happened to keep. We rock.

2. Saturday, I won my soccer game and then returned home to have a peaceful and relaxing rest-of-the-day on the couch watching movies. I saw Disturbia, Practical Magic, Breakfast at Tiffany's, and a silly little Lifetime movie called No One Would Tell. Interesting variety.

3. Tiny Dancer is a great song. Just throwing that out there.

4. The VMA's were interesting last night. The Madonna sap story about Michael Jackson that lasted 40 forevers. The Amazing New Moon extended trailer. Kanye/Taylor Swift/Beyonce drama. The host, Russell somebody who felt the need to criticize everyone under the sun. And anyone who saw Lady GaGa's montage of what one might call "clothing", you would want to curl up into a ball and scream and claw your eyes out, because of the horrendous nightmares that were to come later while you were sleeping. AAAAH. The night was dramatic.

5. This week is gonna be fun. The cousins and Gram and Papaw are coming and then Saturday is CHUCKY CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yaaaaaayy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like a kid again!

6. Today, Singers was rather annoying. I dont want to be all gossipy, so I shall change names. Well Mrs. Short was here teaching us more dance moves to Beat It for our spring show. Then we all lined up from shortest to tallest and partnered up. Devin was my overly-dramatic, hateful partner who is still "dwelling in the closet" if you know what I mean. Kelly was the single most fake and annoying girl who is constantly drawing attention to herself by acting like a ditz. And excuse me for not understanding this, but Kelly and Devin have to be together or they both get whiney and mean. Kelly was paired with Drew, and she was annoying him because she wanted to be with Devin, also because Devin is a senior and that would make Kelly look "cooler." So after listening to Devin tell me to jump more because he was having to lift me up in the air and it was too hard. In other words, he was calling me fat, in a not as mean way. So Drew and I got fed up with our parteners being annoying and snobby so we switched. It was all good from there because Drew is a year younger than me so he wouldn't dare yell at me do dance better. Which is better because I we both messed up a whole bunch so we just laughed and messed around. Devin and Kelly were happy as can be together. And I did not have to put up with rude, jerky comments.

Well, that is my happenings for the week.

I'm a gLeek.

Glee!
I am uber-enthused about the awesomely hilarious tv show that is moving into my DVR starting in 16 minutes. Adrian and I are having a gLee baShtonight. It is the bomb. "Girls don't have prostates. I looked it up!"
Bahahahaha. And Mr. Schuester is a treat for the eyes. why did I say that?

If I were to ever become a grafitti artist and felt the need to perform an act of vandalism on a sign, this would be a must. I mean, I'm sure it wouldn't as illegal, seeing as how it is an inspirational quote from only the greatest rock song of all time. Oh how I love Journey.

Folley Beach/Charleston in 32 days. Hooray for Fall Break!

































Beatles Rock Band is the greatest thing ever to happen to the entertainment world. Here somes the sun...
And John Lennon was totally cute before he became a Acid-obsessed hippie.




















































This abominable creature is a shameful disgrace to it's owner, groomer and all furry critters of mankind. It sickens me.
Adrian: "What on earth is that?"
Me: "I'm not quite sure. I think it's a poodle."

This week has brought a vast amount of college info. Class Rings and College day. Fun. I did find an awesome-looking college in Franklin called O'More with an insane Interior Design Program! Way cool. Adrian and I decided that a Tiffany Ring is more suitable to our classy, original style. And Class Rings are expensive and ugly.

Today I have been rather chatty. I believe it was the energy drink that I guzzled in under 5 minutes this morning on the way to "School". It gave me many a giggle today while hanging out with my besties.

Now Glee is on and is hogging up my attention on this post so goodbye.