If you’re feeling it, then there’s a song out there that is singing it. —Guaranteed. 

Singers have this brilliant capability of turning feelings into a smash hit that everyone loves. We love it because maybe a piece of a song, or the entire song hits home in someway, and we suddenly feel as if that song was written for us. 

In my itunes library my playlist are categorized as such: Smile On, Energizer Bunny, Lazy, StudyStudyStudy, LOVE, and Haters. 

I have managed to find a little over 1000’s songs for each category to go along with my mood. Suddenly my day is so much better. 

Songs help me bring out my emotions, and say the words I wanted to say to someone. For all of my followers who know me personally—i probably have quoted song lyrics to you every now and then while we talked. But that’s because I feel like they are saying things that I could otherwise not find a way to say. And it works.

If you’re like me, you’re probably listening to your itunes library right now, go look at it. Think about why you love each song.

It’s been a while since I have written on my blog, so apology to all of my followers.

I have been very busy working 80 hour weeks at my full time nanny job, so I no longer have a social life or time to do anything.

I lost one of my best friends, Sawyer Bates a few weeks ago. I fell in love with who he was as a person. No matter how hurt I was he kept me smiling, and reminding me that I’m living in an imperfect world, so I just had to keep on going. He died of a brain aneurysm very randomly. He was in perfect health. One minute he was playing football with his friends, the next minute he was gone. He mean the world to me. I received a call—being his emergency contact in Auburn—and I was told he had been rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I stayed at the hospital until his dad was able to get up here—which is when we found out he had passed away. I held his lifeless hand in mine, and recounted what an amazing life he had, and what a role model he was for me.

This morning I found out about the death of a boy from my hometown, Elijah Tolbert. He died in a tragic motorcycle accident. I haven’t seen him since I was little, but from what I have collected he lived his life to the fullest, and was a hero to so many. 

These boys were both young. It makes me realize how quick our lives are. We could die at any minute. Do you think you have fulfilled your life enough to leave this earth? Have you become an inspiration to others? When I leave this earth I want to have others say “Chelsea Lolley lived her life”. I don’t want life to pass me by, without taking a glance. I want to look at life, and smile. I want to become that person who others think has found their way to christ, and who people want to become more like. I haven’t reached that point yet, where I could honestly say if I died tomorrow, I would know that I made an impact on this earth.

So I leave you with this quote. 

Don’t let what you can’t do stop you from doing what you can do.
-John Wooden

—-Make the most out of your life. Do all that you can to be a role model to your peers, and an inspiration to all. 

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YAYYYYY! I am officially a high school graduate with honors! How exciting is that? I will be attending Auburn University in the Fall! 

So I went to Camp War Eagle (Auburn’s Orientation) this past weekend, and it really was mind blowing. Has 18 years of my life really already gone by? Am I really about to move out of my house, and live on my own? Am I ready to have the constant pressure of being successful to go far in life, and to fall in love, all on my back at once? Can I really cook meals every night for myself, not having anyone to rely on?

It’s so unbelievable that I’m starting a new chapter in my life, one that I have been waiting for since I was little. Now it’s all coming soo fast and it scares the living hell out of me frankly. I want to say that I’m ready—that my parents have taught me all that they can, and that I’m responsible and mature enough to keep things going in proper order.

Who knows whats going to happen! But I guess we will find out!

The things you find in bathrooms

Bruno Mars- The Lazy Song!

Just because I’m going to see him in concert tonight in ATL!

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1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
2. He was as tall as a 6′3″ tree.
3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
5. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
6. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
7. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
8. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
9. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
10. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
11. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
12. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
13. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
14. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
15. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
16. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
17. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
18. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
19. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
20. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
21. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
22. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
23. Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
24. He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
25. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
26. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
27. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
28. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
29. “Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
30. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
31. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
33. The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
34. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
35. Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
36. The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
37. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
38. She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
39. Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
40. Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
41. They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
42. Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
43. The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
44. He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
45. The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
46. Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
47. The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
48. I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
49. She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a damn.
50. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
51. It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
52. Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
53. You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
54. The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
55. Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
56. The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black.

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