I’ve just spent an entire night with my little cousins, whom I do see weekly, but we never have sleepovers, so this was a special night. We did all sorts of fun sleepover stuff (including “makeovers”…oh god, I still have glitter in my eye). They are some of the most awesome people I know.  

Sabrina (the oldest, 7 years old) just had “a terrible dream where [I] moved to New York and never came back” and then when she woke up, I wasn’t in the bed. When she found me she was crying so hard. I mean, just huge tears, and she was doing that awkward sobbing thing that makes you unable to talk. She then fell asleep after making me pinky promise that if I ever decide to move, I must first ask her opinion (which will of course be ‘no’), and whispering, “I love you, Chelsea,” in her tiny, sweet voice. The half of my body she’s asleep on is starting to become numb, but I couldn’t care any less.

If I could be guaranteed kids like Luna and Sabrina, I’d have 19 of them (and counting, ha). I love these children so much. 

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A letter from 11-year-old me.

Yesterday I opened a time capsule with my old Girl Scout troop. I remembered writing a letter to myself, but of course I didn’t remember what I had written. Well, to  my surprise, I was the coolest possible 11 year old, and I want to share a bit of my letter with you (and I do mean a bit, because the letter was three pages long).

Dear Chelsea,

Hi! What’s up? I hope the future is awesome! Do you still have libraries or is everything on the computer? That would be a bad thing. The library is my favorite place to hang. Do you remember Ms. Del Rio? She is the nice librarian that lets me take out 5 books, even though I’m only aloud [sic] 4. She said that soon everything will be on the computer. I think she knows because she’s always on the computer! There are some mean kids that call her Ms. Dorito, maybe because her hair is a little bit orange and so are Doritos.

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I hope you have a really cool car. I want a beetle with flowers on it. I like flowers. I don’t know what they’re called, but there are yellow ones at the grocery store with weird petals. Get those, if you remember them (I drew a picture of them on the bottom for you).

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I guess if you want me to tell you what you are supposed to be like, I can’t do that. You’re supposed to be like exactly what you are when you read this in 10 years. But try to be an actress. Ms. Kays didn’t put me in Annie, but I think I am good enough. I don’t know why she hates me. 

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Your crush list is…

1. Michael Quinn

2. Robert from camp (NOT from school)

3. Michael Barroso

4. Harrison Pearl

Yowza! They are sooo cute! Try to marry 1, 2, or 3. 4 isn’t husband material. He kicked a soccer ball at my boob then screamed at me for not getting it in the goal! He kicked it to my boob! He’s still cute. 

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I have an alterego [sic]. That’s what I think it’s called, dad said it’s just a voice in my head that makes me feel insicure [sic]. I hope the voice goes away in 10 years, because it’s mean. I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself because you are awesome. If the voice is still there, try playing a game of checkers or watching Scooby-Doo. Scooby is silly! It won’t make it go away, but it will make you stop listening for a while.

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Love, Chelsea (you at 11 years old)

So aside from a few super dorky things I wrote, I was pretty cool and insightful. I included some other stuff along with the letter, but I’ll keep those to myself.

I hope someone enjoys this. If not, this is quite a fun thing to document anyway. :) Can’t wait to read the letter I wrote to myself yesterday in 10 years! 

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