you might be a chelsea if
posted on November 18, 2003 @ 4:28 pm

"strangelove," depeche mode
"in this world," moby
"one more sad song," aar
"lullaby," the cure
"stupid fucking vegan," queers

construction paper and glue sticks are considered "essentials."

you make your mother laugh by saying things like, "if they don't like it, they can stick their face in someone else's crotch for all i care."

you'd die without your kitties.

you cried for days over your dying hamster and gave her a lovely burial if you do say so yourself.

all you really want is someone to watch tv with or play trivial pursuit with or challenge to see who can finish mario 1 and 3 in the quickest time. sober that is. you're not a fan of alcohol.

your dvd collection has grown to around 20 because of wal-mart's $5.88 horror movie dvds.

you're a total series of unfortunate events otaku. and you love saying "taco otaku."

you've never met your favorite person in the world, "who makes [you] feel like so much more than the sum of [your] parts."

you can't decide whether you'd prefer living in a city or the middle of nowhere.

your kids will have japanese or greek names. or maybe "chet" because it's ultra cute and southern, and you have a great-uncle [in-law] with said name. (his wife, your great aunt sis, died from alzheimer's by the way. it broke your heart to imagine your grandfather [sis's brother] crying because she didn't remember who he was.)

your roommate bought you around 10 wooden dinosaur models to paint and assemble from the hardware store and a copy of flipped by wendelin van draanen, and you yelled because you were so motherf*cking happy.

you cry in the wedding singer every time he sings "i wanna grow old with you" to her. and in my big fat greek wedding when her dad gives her a house. and to flipped. so what if it's for middle school kids?

you watch fox7 news from 5:00 a.m. - 8:00 a.m. because you like the people on it so much.

your sleeping schedule now has you sleeping through midnite so on the weekends you don't realize you're missing things.

no one really reacted strongly when you got your piercings because they all agreed, "it's like you were born with them."

you cut out photographs in magazine and make construction paper frames for them because they're so beautiful to you.

if you met a vegan, you'd punch them in the face.

you only smoke to give yourself something to do with yourself when alone.

you take the lamest, most random pictures because you really see something in them, having lived the moment and all.

you feel like you relate more to your 41-year-old mother than those in your own generation.

the women in your family do nothing behind closed doors; your step-father doesn't bother telling you to put pants on anymore.

you'd really like to fast forward through "the best years of your life" to your "married and chasing rugrats" years.

when you saw the korean war stamps in the post office, you almost proudly told the elderly gentlemen who picked some up that your grandfather fought in seven battles of that war.

when you look around at the humans before you, all you feel is confusion.

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