it's a lovers kinda world

Love...what does that word really mean? Love is one of the most complicated words in the entire world. When you are five and you are just starting school your definition of love is eww, gross, boys or girls have coodies. Kids run around looking at each other and they don't think, "oh that could be my boyfriend one day" or "that girl is so cute." Kids lives are so simple they love their parents and their family. One day those precious little kids will become teenagers and then their worlds will be rocked by the thought of having a boyfriend or girlfriend. What runs through a teenage girl's mind when a boy tells her he loves her?? The answer to this is simple...they fall completely and totally madly in love with that boy even if he didn't mean it. Sometimes these four simple letters seem to cause more drama then a massive car wreck in New York City. To teenagers the word love is more than just a feeling and more that just a way to sign a note it means perfect, amazing, beautiful, tears on your pillow, outbursts of laughter, giggling everytime you see each other walking through the halls of your high school. It becomes a war between your head and your heart. As we turn the pages in our lives from teenagers to adults it suddenly becomes clear that love is so much more than the way we sign out letters than the way we say goodbye but its like a deep and caring emotion. We always love out parents and we love our God but to love another human being its the most intense kind of feeling that could ever come to another persons mind. Your heart has to ache for that person and need them more than anyone else on the face of the earth. That person is the only person on your mind day and night. Every morning you wake up you feel a burning passion for that person. Love is a messy thing and throughout life I think about the way different boyfriends have told me they love me and I think to myself wow how did I ever fall for all of the lies. Love is also a beautiful thing in this world but it would be so much better if people didn't abuse these word or the feeling. Maybe next time we look at a heart you will think of someone you truly love. Peace & love dear friends.

My first blog. What exactly are you supposed to write in your first ever blog? Maybe all about yourself, about the people in your life, who you are, if not then oh well but that is where I shall begin. My name is Chelsea. I am from a small town in Arkansas. Cedarville to be exact. It is a quaint little town that doesn't see too much drama within its forest covered hills. I love it there. Don't get me wrong the city is a lovely place to be but the place I call home with all of its trees is right where I want to be. To give a great description of my hometown I would just simply tell you to listen to the song Small Town USA by Justin Moore. It is a perfect song to explain everything about Cedarville and its charm. Now to my family. My parents are divorced so I guess that technically means that I now have four parents instead of the typical two. My dad and stepmom are pretty great but my mom and stepdad are the best by far. I love all of my parents though. My mom is like my best friend. She is simply one of a kind. There are no other mothers like her that is for sure. I have one real legit brother, Dylan and two step sisters and two other step brothers. My siblings make my life interesting.
Well then now that the home life is out of the way I can tell you about the part of my life that is sure to fill up my blog, college. I am unfortunately just a tiny little freshman at Arkansas Tech University. I am a Journalism-Public Relations major. I am a member of the Delta Zeta sorority here at Tech. My big sis is Erica Hill. I love My BIG! Anything that has to do with the Beatles is completely amazing to me. The Beatles, the sixties, Delta Zeta, peace signs, the beach, shoes, and big purses are some of my favorite things in the world. My life is average. Its me...sometimes it might be boring or dull but those are the moments when I can reflect and cherish every moment I have.