Reb.

You probably thought I abandoned this thing, didn't you? Well I have returned, but I'm not sure if I'll be back for good. I have a tumblr now which you should read. Since the last time I posted, I got kicked out of hair school until January, and have sort of become lost....But hopefully I'll find my way soon. I hate Paul Mitchell and everything about their attitude and perspective. I don't know if I'll be back in January. My teacher as labeled me as a "resister" and told me I have no passion and that my heart isn't in it. Made me feel really good.

That's all for now! Go to my tumblr! DO IT.

HOT- Staying true to yourself regardless of what others try to inflict upon you.

NOT- Always having a fucking story about everything. Put your hand down. No one cares.

-Shelby <3

uhh

I don't even want to talk about school.

I'm changing my hair tomorrow and getting something else pierced. That's all.

-Shelby <3

Campbell's 'Soup at Hand' is God's greatest creation.

Don't you love how this says, "Soup at Hand....soup" What else would it be in there? Soup at Hand ...rice.

When someone asks me if I'd like a receipt, I always respond with, "Uhh...sure," When I know that it'll just end up in a crumpled heap at the bottom of my purse with the others. Why do I do this? These receipts are kind of like drama, or unsavory situations in life. If you don't want a whole bunch of them building up, then don't ask for them. You have the option. And that is the metaphor of the day, kids.

God, I'm deep. I am now 18, so I thought I'd pass on some of my newly acquired adult wisdom. Ok if I had any adult wisdom, I'd pass it on, really I swear. I unfortunately don't have any of that, but I do have a picture of the first real adult thing I did. As dirty as that sounds, I'm just talking about my tattoo....

It says "Sempre Famiglia" which means 'forever family' in Italian. I think my sister and mom are getting matching ones :) It surprisingly was not painful at all. It hurt a little over my hip bone, but it was bearable. It just felt like scratching. I definitely want to get another one, maybe the one I intended to get in the first place, which was the Shakespeare quote. On my actual birthday day, I went to Guru Tattoo in Pacific Beach, and the people there were really kind of rude and acted all elitist. They were WAY overpriced too. I hated the vibe there. So I didn't get a tattoo on my birthday. The next day I went to a shop by my house that my sister's boyfriend had gone to, and it was a really nice, relaxed atmosphere. The guys were really nice and cool, and there were no "holier than thou" attitudes anywhere, which was nice. I got my tattoo done by a French guy named Denny, and it looks amazinggg. I'll definitely go back there.

I also went to a drag-show restaurant place on my birthday night called Lips. It was uhh...interesting. I'll say that much. I hate when people try to drag me on stage, or like make a scene because it's my birthday or something, so I was scared to death the entire time that they'd try to take me on the stage with them. Not that I'd really mind, I just would be really embarrassed with everyone in the entire restaurant staring at me. So yeah...interesting.

Overall, I don't feel much different being 18. It's just kind of a bummer that I can now be scheduled to work 5 hours at Hollister. They only pay you for 4.5 hours, because you get a 30 minute break instead of 15 minutes, so for that extra 45 minutes that I have to work, I get a grand total of $4 more. SO. NOT. WORTH. IT.

And then yesterday was Halloween. I worked, then came home and handed out candy. I don't ever think I'll go out on Halloween. It's not my thing. I'm such a homelover it's ridiculous.

I also plan to go blonder soon. :D Stay tuned.

HOT- The new CD playing at Hollister. It has 'Kelsey' by Metro Station which is my faaaavorite song by them. And it has a pop-punk version of 'Silver Bells' mixed in as well. <3

NOT- How itchy my tattoo is. D: ahhhh must. scratch.

-Shelby <3

Ain't no thang.

This past week has been stressful in terms of what's been happening with my hair color. I got the black stripped out, and whenever you do that, your hair turns orange. This time, the final product still had a shit-ton of orange in it. And I wasn't havin' it. So I went back the next day and got it "re-toned" and now it looks something like this:

Please ignore my paleness/makeup under the eyes/overall disgusting that is my face.

I'm happy with the color (for now hehe) but I am even happier about the fact that I have half the money for my weave saved. :D Oh long, illustrious hair that I dream of, you will soon be mine.

You know how there's always that one person that "got away"? The one person you never had? You almost did, but they somehow slipped through your fingers (if you want to interpret that as dirty, by all means do so) and you can't forget it? Well I've got one of those. Let's call him "Fred". I see Fred on a regular basis, and he's almost like a brother to me now, and actually IS a brother to one of my readers (but I'm pretty sure she knew exactly who I was talking about kinda instantly). The problem with people who play this role in your life is that you are constantly wishing you hadn't have let them get away in the first place. But how do you get over it? You have 2 options; forget this person and replace the thought that you should've had them way back when with the idea that it wasn't ever supposed to be. OR you can try to get back to where you were in the first place, but this time choose NOT to let that opportunity go. The problem is...which option do I go with? And I don't want you to think that I'm imagining this and that it's just false hope that's all in my head, even though I have no idea where Fred and I stand today. I just know that it should've been. But never was.

This is my final day of "childhood". I'm not sure how I feel about being an adult just yet, but I know that it comes with a lot of responsibilities and freedoms. I'm excited to get my tattoo on Sunday, but I'm not really excited to do anything else that being 18 will permit me to do. I almost don't want to be 18...there's something I certainly treasure about being a "kid". Even though I hated being 17...and 16...probably 15, and we won't even talk about 14, I like the glimmer of impressiveness that being under 18 brings with anything you achieve. 18 is still young, but it's not AS young. I'm sure I'll get over it real quick, but for now, I'm a little disappointed it's coming to an end. I guess I'll just have to be impressive in other ways. :P

HOT- boys wearing glasses.

NOT- the fact that I can't say "boys" wearing glasses is hot once I'm 18. Pedophile doesn't look good on me.

-Shelby <3

I'll fly with you, Nick Jonas!

I have honestly had so many chances to update this thing over the past 2 weeks, but haven't. A few interesting things have happened....

1. I went to a hair extensions consultation, was super happy and pumped up, got told they were gonna cost me $1300, asked for them for my birthday, mom said no, dreams were crushed.
2. I threw my back out...AGAIN. Back to physical therapy for me.
3. I had the most sister-focused dinner at my dad and stepmom's that ever existed in history. My dad blatantly said, "Kate you look so good. I don't know if it's your hair or your makeup, or what. Melissa (step...mother...thing), doesn't Kate just look great?" NOT EXAGGERATING AT. ALL.
4. Re-connected with a friend I hadn't spoken with in months.
5. I saw Paranormal Activity and got the shit scared out of me. Not really, but it was way too suspenseful. I'm going again tonight!

Since my dreams of being Audrina's hair clone are far off now, I can merely save my paychecks each month in hopes of one day looking as lovely. The woman who does my hair offered to give them to me for $800, so I only have to wait about a month before I can get them. My whole world came crashing down, I kid you not, when I heard I couldn't have them for my birthday. I am in no means a spoiled brat, but when it comes to my hair, if it's not how I want it, I feel extremely self conscious and awkward. But waiting a month is not the end of the world. I'm getting my hair colored on Tuesday, because Hollister is threatening to not give me hours if I continue to have my hair black and red. I honestly do not care what Hollister thinks/says, but I need to work.

I have never discussed my manager in this blog, because we're friends on facebook and I fear he'll read it, but for those of you who follow me on Twitter, and know me IRL, you know what I say about him. I asked him if I could transfer to Abercrombie and Fitch in Horton Plaza, the mall downtown, and he said, "No." I asked why, and he responded with, "Because I won't transfer you." They pay $9 an hour there, instead of the exceedingly MINIMUM minimum wage I get at Hollister, and it's right by my hair school, so it would be a solid plan to work there. Yet, my manager claims, "I like having you here too much." Of course, I instantly wordvomit, "Ohyeahokay." This is the power he holds over me. Damn those bulging biceps and illegal display of pectoral superiority. I cannot disobey.

My birthday is rapidly approaching. One week from now, I will no longer be a teenager. I'll probably reflect on my teenage years in the next post, but for now, I can just say that I had a very interesting ride. Some friends and I got into some pretty sketchy activities, truly putting our badassity to the test. Nothing like drugs or anything like that. Just some...illegal happenings occurred, and I certainly felt the aftermath. I believe I'm much wiser now, and my illegal past will remain a past. But boy, did we have fun.

I now have to go get ready to pee myself yet again in Paranormal Activity. I didn't actually lose control of my bladder, nor was it genuinely that scary, it was just so real, and it messed with my head. I pondered sleeping with a cross last night. Seriously. It made me scared to not be on a first name basis with my buddy JC up there.

HOT- Nick Jonas. I feel like I've said this before, but oh my. I watched 'Jonas' the other day...I forget how incredibly attractive he is. I often want to be single until I meet my own Nick Jonas. That sounds strange, but Victoria I know you understand. There is just no comparison. There really isn't. God damn I'm shallow.

^I know it's the same picture twice, but you need to take a look at the arm veins. Adjhkajsdhakjsdhaaaa. ahh.

NOT- Demi Lovato's ass chin.

-Shelby <3

You're all chrome.

October is FINALLY here! The weather today was AMAZING. It was all chilly and windy and I was legitimately cold all day long. I love Fall. I went and bought a bunch of delicious smelling candles, and my room smells like a pumpkin pie doused with cinnamon and apple amazingness. And 3 weeks exactly until my birthday!

Today was oddly productive. I re-organized my entire closet, cleaned my room (and if you've seen my room, you know this is not a simple task), and went to Whole Foods and bought Norwegian cod liver oil for my skin, and this vitamin that makes my hair grow at alarming rates. I also decided to get rid of the red peekaboo. Hollister won't give me hours if I continue to have a red chunk in my hair, and it's like a weird orange color now anyway.

Sometimes I want to just take all my piercings out and dye my hair back to it's normal color. I know I've said that before, but I'm really going to now. I don't want any more piercings, and I don't want any "epic" tattoos for the world to see. Sleeve dream, gone. I still want the bird tattoo, just a small one on my wrist with small words, instead of it spanning my entire upper forearm. I've come to realize that black hair/eyeliner and piercings is a teenage phase, and I don't want tattoos anymore. I'll keep my wrist piercings because I think they're cute and original, but no more. I want long, pretty, normal colored hair, and to wear nicer clothes, not skinny jeans and vans, or everything tight. I see myself in the future, and that's how I'd like to look. No more black hair, even though I felt like it's "me" and I feel much better with black hair than anything "normal". I'd like to go back to blonde at some point. But not until my hair is longer. It can't take anymore dying at this point. Well, it could...but I'd rather not. I used to want so badly to stand out, but I realize I can stand out with my appearance by just being myself, and with how I present myself, not by my hair color/clothes.

Another realization...I enjoy watching The Hills. I kind of only originally did for the clothes and hair, but lately it's been kind of entertaining. I want Audrina's hair. I love her sense of style in general, and strangely, her hair usually looks like a rats nest, but recently it's been looking quite nice.

I love the color. Speaking of hair, I'm scheduled for an extensions consultation this Tuesday, because I want some legittt ones for my birthday. My hair is currently black, but I want them to be similar to Audrina's color. I'm also over being pale. It's kinda gross right now. I don't want to tan outside anymore because skin cancer is like, a major fear of mine, so tanning booth visit? I think yes. Never been. Gotta be done.

Tonight is Tool Academy 2 and the Kourtney and Khloe Take Miami finale! I need a life outside of these tv shows. Seriously.

HOT- "Heads Will Roll" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. It was on a promo for The Hills...lol.

NOT- My best friend, my sister, NOR my boyfriend read this blog. TALK ABOUT A BURN.

-Shelby <3

EDIT: OH LORD. This is my 27th post! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

Oh hayull naw!

This past week was full of teenage girl fantasies fulfilled. And before your minds go to dirty places, let me just stop you and let these words rattle around in your hollow skulls.

MILEY CYRUS AND BRITNEY SPEARS IN TWO DAYS.

A few things I observed...In all honesty, I don't think I believe Miley Cyrus is telling the truth about being 16. Her body does not look a day younger than 25, but her face holds all the youth. She also didn't smile the entire show. I understand that she's on tour and she's probably tired and according to her Twitter, she hasn't been feeling too hot lately, (+1 stalker points for Shelby) but you're young, Miley. Getting to fly over the audience on a motorcycle every night should bring a little joy into your life, no? Well regardless, it was a really fun show and I sang all the words, despite being interrupted by scream-spasms the small children next to me decided to let loose. Not kidding, they didn't know any of the words because they were unaware it was not a Hannah Montana concert, so they just screamed their tiny lungs out at random intervals instead.

Britney Spears was also fun, but I was extremely disappointed that 'Oops, I Did It Again' was not on the set list. I'm a fan of old Britney songs. Don't get me wrong, her new stuff is cool, but it's no 'Baby One More Time', which she actually DID sing, much to my enjoyment. It was the 'Britney Spears Circus Tour', and let me just say, there was TOO MUCH circus tour, not enough Britney Spears. There was a lady on a trampoline with no legs. I never. EVER. want to see that again in my life. EVER. *shudder* I got to see my friend Kelsey there, who has been missing from our San Diego lives for a while. :D I bought an embarrassing shirt, as did I for Miley Cyrus, and I was once again the 10 year old dancing to her pop-idol alone in her room. Except I'm almost 18. And I was surrounded by thousands of people. And Britney is no longer my pop-idol. Or any kind of idol for that matter.

In other news, the gym misses me. I don't go alone, and now that Katie is away at college, I have no one to go with. My sister would go with me, but she takes the gym seriously. Katie understands that I can barely lift 5 pound weights and 5 minutes on the treadmill makes me light headed. In all reality, I don't need to go to the gym. I just feel like I'm lazy and pissing people off when I eat all day and don't work out ever. I shop. That's my sport.

I'd like this now please.

K thanks.

HOT-The new nanos. The video recording is vair nyce.

NOT-Fatties in leggings. Just sayin.

I won't let you try

I'm so glad I use this blog to talk about what I'm doing and the things in life I'm learning, as opposed to using it to bitch at people I don't know anything about. If I wanted to make false accusations about people I think I know, I'd....well, I wouldn't. Because why? HIGH SCHOOL IS FUCKING OVER.

All these drama mamas have got me annoyed. Drama, while most of the time quite amusing, is entirely pointless. Those who purposely stir up drama really sincerely bother me. Do you have nothing else in your little lives to bring you fulfillment? Maybe try looking around you and LEARNING something instead of assuming you know it all. *sigh* Come on, guys. Come on.

Well, I am very happy to have my black hair back. I feel like it's ME, and I love black hair on pale skin with light eyes. And now I'm not a random brown haired girl with her wrists pierced. Because frankly, those two things don't go together very well. They even put this little piece of reddish in the back, called a "peekaboo". It's fun, I'm a fan.

Last night I talked to my friend Timmy via video iChat. You say you miss people, you text them, and talk on Facebook...but when you get face to face, or computer screen to computer screen, and interact with them, watch their facial expressions, hear them laugh...it all comes back. You reevaluate the OTHER three words, "I miss you", and though those words will appear the same in your phone's message inbox and Facebook wall, there is so much more meaning behind them now. To lose a presence in your life, rather, to have that presence relocated somewhere far away from you, is a difficult thing. It's even more difficult when you're the one suffering from relocation.

In all reality no one is suffering here, but I can genuinely say I miss my friends. I even miss my high school. Seeing Miss Kelsey Van V and her different headbands every day, catching looks from my guidance counselor questioning my return to high school in the first place, nevermind my suddenly long, black hair and nose piercing. I miss the chaos. I don't miss the drama, and even if I did, there's plenty of it leftover like Thanksgiving turkey. There's a lot of ways to re-prepare it. Turkey on your sandwiches, turkey salad...regardless, that turkey starts to stink after a while, you know why? Cuz it's expired. The time for turkey is over. See life as your greatest teacher. Accept that you don't know anything.

HOT- Mah weave. Her name is LaShondra. And oh, I've missed her so.

NOT- The imagery that comes with the fact that I just used turkey as a metaphor for high school drama.

-Shelby <3

"You are so wet and...in shape."

Last night I went to the Blink 182 concert. And let me just tell you. Travis Barker is a wee painted sex pot.

Every time they showed him on the little screen I squealed like a little girl. The whole concert was fun, except for these two Asians in front of me who decided it was a good time and place to smoke weed. That smell seriously makes me nauseous, so despite having to cover my face with Jordan's arm for a few minutes, I had a good time singing all the words and intermittently getting weirded out by the stares of the completely still middle aged woman next to me.

I bought a shirt, because I feel like if I don't purchase some sort of merchandise at a concert, I wasn't actually there. The ringing in my ears the next day isn't validation enough. If I'm not wearing a $40 band t-shirt with tour dates on the back, it never happened. We had good seats, but for some reason, staring at the pit made me want to be in it for a brief second. Not so much the pushing and shoving, or "getting people out of the way" as Jordan refers to it, but being right up close to the band standing in a mass of people jumping up and down is pretty fun.

Recently I've noticed that I've been a little too obsessed with Jordan having a beard, taking it as a stab in the heart every time he threatens to shave. I know that sounds pretty weird, but hear me out; I really like beards on guys. Not like, ZZ Top action, but like a little 5 o clock shadow is sometimes so sexy on a guy. Example:

Michael Vartan. MMM MMM GOOD.

But I realize you can't shape your significant other into someone that you want them to be. You're with them in the first place because of who they are, and you shouldn't try to change them, even if it's just something stupid like growing a beard. Yeah, I'd love it if Jordan was a lumberjack in the facial hair department, but it's not my face, and he can do whatever he chooses with it. I think people make the mistake of trying to change their guy into their dream-man, clothes and all. If you have to work so hard to change someone, even if it's just their outward appearance, purely for your own satisfaction, maybe its just the idea of that person, or who you could turn them into, that you like in the first place. Not the person themselves.

K enough seriousness. I have to go photoshop my face onto a picture of Travis Barker and his ex-wife.

HOT- Do I really need to say it?

EVEN IN A SLING, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. God dayumm.

NOT- Having to meet your boyfriend's friends when you have spaghetti stains on your shirt.

-Shelby <3

PS- The above picture of me makes it look like I have a gap in my teeth. But I don't, I promise you.

SO WHAT.

I've always been someone to see the humor in every situation. Yeah, I laugh at a lot of stuff that everyone else doesn't think is a joke, but I'm not a mocking, disrespectful little twat. Laughing (when appropriate) at myself and at things that people need not take so seriously is just the way I was raised. Which leads me to the following point...

The VMA's were on Sunday. They started out with yet another Michael Jackson tribute. I was never a huge fan of Michael Jackson, nor did I really ever like the fact that he touched little boys. Call me crazy, but that doesn't roll with me too well. Remembering that my friend Katie and I don't ever take things like celebrity tributes seriously, this was all quite amusing. Starting with the Madonna speech that included something along the lines of, "We weren't really friends, but we touched hands in a limo once. I had to remind him that all I was looking for was friendship." Madonna is another musician I have little to no interest in. I respect them both for making music and giving to charity and all that. I'm just not a fan. Okay, '4 Minutes 'WAS pretty catchy, but that's beside the point. So anyway, the tribute included a projected video of Michael Jackson's face on this huge screen. It was very. very. big. And very. very. white. And very. very. scary. So we posted this reaction photo on Twitter.

AND THEN IT ALL WENT TO HELL.

This single picture started a whole lotta shit that was never intended to start. It began with people commenting, "that's not cool." (Yeah, I dgaf if you don't think its "cool". Just a joke, people.) And ended with everyone getting butt-hurt and Katie and I being even more amused than we were to begin with. Long story short, mine and Katie's upbringings were insulted, we were called arrogant and La Jolla brats (even though both of us have single parents and aren't anywhere NEAR La Jolla brat-level, and I live in North Park) and some random girl I haven't spoken with since I asked to borrow a pencil in 10th grade algebra texted me telling me how disrespectful I was. All in the name of a joke, people. It was ONE picture. We weren't disrespecting anyone. We weren't making fun of anyone. We were posting a reaction picture. To THIS.

In other VMA news, Lady Gaga has officially proved to be more ridiculous than before. Yeah, she's not afraid to do her own thing, and I respect that, but why does feel the need to draw that kind of attention to herself so often, to establish herself as an individual? Her interviews scream "I'm obsessed with myself" way too much for my liking. And why does she need to change her outfit ever 5 minutes at an award show? WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST BE MORE LIKE PINK?! 

HOT- Pink at the VMA's. She looked SO fierce.

 

NOT- Starting fights on Twitter. As amusing as it is to me, waste your time doing something more productive.

-Shelby <3

I pity the fool who don't have a beard!

Today's shout out (and yes, I am aware that I do not do shout-outs every day) goes to Victoria :D

I feel like a lot has happened since I last blogged (standard) but when I type it out, it'll be like 2 significant events. The first of said significant events...going to LA with Brandon, Kate, and Jordan. The entirety of the trip kind of re-evaluated my hatred of LA, and my dread of the impending doom that is living there in a few months. Not to mention I can't even afford an 'I heart LA' shirt from a t-shirt stand, let alone rent/gas/food. Whatthehellreally. Jordan bought some trendy clothes from trendy stores and I...watched. Good times.

Last night Jordan and I went to see Good Old War at Epicentre. It was really fun, and they were amazing live :D I also decided that Jordan needs a beard. 

*swoon*

I ALSO decided, that I will not be attending Vidal Sassoon in November. The pros and cons go like this:

PROS

• New experience in LA
• Living by myself
• Sassoon is a good school

CONS

• LA effing sucks
• Way too expensive
• I'd have to keep my current junkbox of a car
• Sketchy hood, all alone
• Far away from family
• Driving back and forth = gas money

So, looks like I'll be going to Paul Mitchell. Sassoon gears kids to go into salons, and I really don't want to do that. For theater/film, Paul Mitchell is a better choice. They also send a lot of kids into fashion show type deals, and I'd love that. AND, I get my own apartment downtown and a new car. :D! This feels a lot better.

HOT- Good Old War and their beards.

NOT- Mr. T as a bearded lady

-Shelby <3

GOODBYE TO YOU, BELLYBUTTON RING.

I do not wish to be seen as one of the many teeny-boppers out there who have no better way of expressing their not-so-individualism than getting  their innocence and parents' trust disguised as a sparkly piece of very expensive jewelry stabbed through their navel. 

That is all.

-Shelby <3

I left my husband for a kidney bean.

Get ready for your faces and your palms to become very close friends.

There are two friends I have on Facebook. We'll call them Johnny Apples and Freddy McDougal. I recently met and Facebook friended someone with the same first name as Johnny Apples and the same last name as Freddy McDougal. His name is Johnny McDougal, and Johnny McDougal just happens to be gay, while Johnny Apples and Freddy McDougal are so hetero it's a crime. On a recent 3 hour YouTube rampage ending in my basically subconscious perusing of facebook, I came across Johnny McDougal's status: "Johnny McDougal is reading Eclipse." It was late, mind you, and when I read 'Johnny McDougal', my mind led me to believe it was one of my dangerously straight friends Johnny Apples or Freddy McDougal. So ALL IN JEST, mind you, I commented, "Fag." If it had been Mr. Apples or Freddy, it would have been funny. A joke. They would have laughed. But no. It was the homosexual acquaintance of mine, and once I realized this 5 minutes later, it was no longer funny. It's a little funny when I think about it, but Johnny McDougal probably didn't think so. I deleted it immediately, but he still got the notification e-mail with my name burned into the heading, and that single word...just hanging out, not aware of the unintentional bruising it would inflict.

I am in no way a gay basher. I'm all for gay marriage rights, and just gay rights in general. I live in the gay/lesbian capital of San Diego, and the majority of my neighbors are gay, except that nice Catholic family next door. I grew up around them and have a lot of friends that are gay. Yet, my friends and I still call each other fags and use the word 'gay' as a synonym for stupid. I don't do it around those who would get offended, and I honestly don't feel bad when I call something 'gay' instead of 'dumb' or 'retarded' (which is also kind of a bad habit). It's probably just because of my age, and the fact that I'd feel stupid saying 'that is unjust' instead of  'ehmygahhd that's seeooooo gehhh'. Point is, why do we say things that we know aren't really okay to say? Words have consequences, and maybe one day I'll understand what it's like to have my lifestyle become a synonym for stupid.

On a lighter note, I made my first expedition into Bebe Sport a few days ago. And let me tell you...the employees have nooo idea how big of a joke that store is. Honestly, I'd like to know who wears gold spandex to the gym. And whoever you are, please come and talk to me, so everything shiny you own can meet it's demise by a lighter and my hand of violence.

Thank you.

HOT- Being Swedish.

NOT- Bebe Sport

All cats are grey

I never realized how much I like the weather in San Diego. I've been beating the idea of living somewhere that actually has seasons into my brain for the past 5 years that I kind of began to reflexively hate it here. But after spending a ridiculously hot weekend in Arizona, I basically cried at how fucking perfect the weather was upon my return home. I went to Yuma, AZ with my boyfriend and his family. It was on Lake Martinez, and we spent the day in the sun on the water. I thought I'd be black by the time I got home, but I got a moderate bronze. Junk.

September 1st is rapidly approaching. "What's happening on September 1st?" you ask? The day I get my hair dyed fo' free. I got asked to do another photo shoot with the same lady as before, and I'm gonna get my color done the day before. But should I go darker or lighter?? There's a girl who I've stalked on lookbook for like a year, and I recently came across her blog. I am SUPERMEGAULTRA jealous of her perfect Finnish skin, and it makes me want to be pale again. 

Grrr. Anyway, she has black hair and wears black extensions like I used to. I really want to wear LaShondra again (my extensions as a collective...that's her name) because I feel really confident and good in them. But on the other hand, lighter hair is what I've kind of wanted for a while, and once I go black, it's hard to go back, chemical wise. Thoughts anyone?? I am really anxious to wear my extensions again, but not so sleek and perfect this time around. The girl pictured above always has messy hair, and it works. I want to try that.

Whatever. I loved my black hair, and feel most like ME with it. I can always go light later. So i guess now the question is...black or dark brown?? 

Ugh. Indecisivity (is not a word but who cares) will be the death of me.

HOT- Rosa's blog

NOT- My roots right now. I won't blind you all. But dark ash blonde against light red...not okay.

-Shelby <3

PS- I'm on lookbook finally. Hype it, yo. 

Save your breath and get down with me

I'm on a roll with these "3 things" openers.

My 3 fashion questions for humanity today...

ONE- are you aware that muffin tops are not appealing?

TWO- why, men with chest hair, do you wear deep V's?

THREE- moms, when was the last time you compared your jeans with your teenage daughter's and realized they are not the same size OR brand?

These are the issues that truly ail me. I'm not exactly sure if everyone has mirrors in their houses these days, but if they do, I can tell they've been neglected. The mirror is your friend, people. When you leave your house, make sure you look acceptable. I know that not everyone cares how they look, and I'm not asking you to be Trendy McFlashypants every day. Just wear clothes that fit you. Please?

Moving on (transitions are not my strong point). Yesterday, I did a hair editorial shoot and it was really fun! I have never been a hair model, and I'm not on lookbook (life goal #53), but despite my nerves, the pictures came out really great. I had a giant weave bun on the front of my head, and wore all sorts of crazy clothes. At one point, the photographer let me see some pictures that she took of me, "just to see what you look like when you do stuff". I immediately thought, "oh god she's telling me to look at how bad I'm sucking as a model." but they weren't that bad. I was pleasantly surprised. I'll post pix as soon as I get them. :D

It's come to the point where I'm so sick of San Diego, I can't even be bothered to go do anything because I feel like I've seen/done it all. I really am not a fan of LA, but it'll be a nice change from S. Dizzle. Only a few more months...

HOT- being creative with your clothes. I found an old skirt my mom had, threw a belt on it and turned it into a tube dress.

NOT- Forever 21. LET ME JUST SAY, everyone who works at the one where I live is unattractive, and pushy. And also, they don't "do" refunds. Just store credit. So thanks to them, after returning a fugly skirt I should've tried on first, I now have a slightly less fugly skirt that was $4 less, an awkward ring, and a Forever 21 gift card for 54 cents. Fuck.

Nothing Personal

MMMMMMwhatchasaaaaaay.....

My 3 wishes for 2009

ONE-have perfect Leighton Meester hair.

 

TWO-feel comfortable in every outfit I wear, every day. 

THREE-have a nice, natural tan at all times.

I realize now that these are mainly appearance wishes. But truthfully, all I ever wish for are things regarding my appearance :/ But that's what makes me happy. Which, when I think about it, is a good thing. If I was wishing for things like having enough food to eat, or not being 400 pounds, then I'd be depressed. I'm lucky that I have a job and that I can pay for Starbucks every day, and go shopping when I want to. That sounds conceited. But we don't realize how lucky we stupid kids are.  And I'm sort of just realizing how good I have it. My mom is paying for my apartment in LA, and all the furniture and stuff for it, AND food for me to eat up there, and the only reason I'd need to have a job is for shopping. I'm so so so grateful that I get stuff like that. And I am in no means rich or very very comfortable. I have a single mom and she basically works freelance. All my life, even if we haven't had money for something my sister and I wanted or needed, my mom always made it work. I hope I can give that to my kids one day.

On another note, I've decided to get my bellybutton pierced before I get my Marc Jacobs purse. I can't stop with the piercings. Jeez. I still am curious to see what the tiny diamond lip stud would look like. Maybe I'll do it one day. Jordan was like, "NO don't pierce anything else on your face!" But you know what Jordan, it's kind of MY face. Yeah, you have to look very closely at it, but I will control what you see, son. It might be too much with my nose, and there's this whole rep that comes with a "lip piercing". But I did enjoy those stares from adults when I had my long black hair and nose ring. I've since gotten over the eyeliner and black hair thing, but now that my wrists are pierced, those stares are comin' back. And a lip ring would push those grannies to cardiac arrest. K, not really and I'm pretty sure no one gives a fuck about a stupid little girl with a lip ring. But when Hayley G Hoover did her whole blog post about the stares she got being a "rebellious adolescent" with her pink hair, I immediately thought to myself, it's not legit till you've got something pierced. Yeah dying your hair pink is an act of rebellion and I get why she felt like a badass, but it's just hair color. The moms don't get a knot in their panties till they see something metal and shiny stabbed through your skin. And I don't get shit pierced just to be like, "Ooh look, my mother is afraid of me!" I do it because I think that body decoration is one of the best ways to express your individuality. Psh too bad everyone and their mother has something facially pierced these days. Dammit.

I've also decided that I'm going to get the Scottish luckenbooth as my first tattoo. It's the Scottish equivalent of the Irish claddagh. And looks like this: 

I feel like people who don't know me think I'm this pierced up, tattoed nast-face. But I swear I'm not. I think that tattoos and piercings are so often worn trashily these days. I make it a goal of mine to wear them individually and with class. ;D eh? eh?

HOT-Leighton Meester. I LOVE YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND.

NOT-The amount of desperation the above statement holds.

-Shelby <3