Change.

Change. Change. Change.

Yes people CHANGE is going on here. It's amazing how much life can change in a matter of 7 days. I knew it was coming, I prepared, I planned, and I executed. I quit my jobs, moved into a place by myself, transferred universities, and let go of a past that was haunting me. I have repeated countless times that "I can DO this." I knew it was going to be different, scary and completely unknown territory but I wasn't backing down. Well here I am sitting in a random building on campus scared shitless. I did it and I am starting fresh.

My new place is great. There are a few things that aren't ideal, but then again that always happens. I don't have a/c, no Internet, no t.v., at the moment no couch, little food, but I'm happy. I couldn't ask for a better opportunity. Fear can't hold me back anymore, I may be diving head first into dark water, but I have nothing to lose. I start Monday at the Changers here in Salt Lake. The thing about restaurants is that it is one big Clique, or several  just depends I guess. Well being new is like stepping into a NO TRESPASSING area. Especially for the ladies. They will make you work for even a simple hello, or half smile. No jokes. I know this, because I am semi- guilty of this. Long story short being the new girl straight up blows.

Thanks Deb Downer you are now excused.

Here goes nothing. I will post pics of the new flat on the double, as soon as it becomes presentable. Its quite the charmer.

Help Wanted.

Bet ya thought this a JOB opening. Got ya.

Warning this post could get a bit gross, so Viewer Discretion is Advised. Let me Begin my story at the age of lets say 13. I was entering that awkward adolescence stage. Also entering my life were pimples, or zits for lack of a better term. I have never quite accepted them as well, a constant companion but nonetheless they show up and I attack at first sight.  I always thought when I got older we would go our separate ways and I would be able to look at them in a old picture and remark on "How I am so glad those days are over..." Oh what a  dream. I have taken drastic measures to get rid of these puppies but I got nothin. They aint going anywhere, and I hate to say I don't think they are planning on going anywhere. Don't get me wrong I love a good mirror squirter but enough is enough. Shew little zitties. Lately, my face mainly the lower Jaw Line has decided to resemble the Wasatch Front. I wish I was being funny, but I'm really concerned. I am not 13, I agreed to let them stay through High School but then I thought surely once I turned 18 or something they will have no choice but to disappear because, well just because... I mean I get the once a month break-out thing, and I wish that was my excuse. I am worried. Woman do Not have ACNE!!! Not that I am a Woman but I am getting close I think. Oh Mercy, I just remembered my appointment with my Academic Couselor bright and early. I can just imagine what he will be thinking about this.

Me: Hi, My name Chelsi Hansen. Yeah, I am going into Broadcast Journalism.

His mind: Oh no your not, Not with that whitie tidy on your lower left cheek. That needs some attention.

My mind: Oh crapper. I forgot to pop Mt. Timp before I left. He's staring at it. He is totally staring at it. My eyes are up here buddy. Focus, just focus on the task at hand.

Him: So, have you considered anything else in this field? Like perhaps being behind the camera instead of in front of it? Just a thought Ms. Hansen.

Me: I'm getting it taken care of. Back off bro.

ANYWAYS...

 Does anyone have suggestions? I am hoping to get a date this century so anything would be nice. Also if anyone out there reads this and feels so inclined to help a sista out. I am also looking for a JOB and a APT in the big city {SLC}. Let me know.

I don't know why I think this is so funny. Maybe because it gives hope to singles Nation Wide. Zits or not there is always Harry. Who is Harry? No one knows.