You'd be good looking if you removed that animal from the top of your head, Sir.

Shout out today goes to Samantha! Thanks for reading, girl :D

So this morning I woke up for a brief moment at about 7 to open my door for my screaming kitten. (THAT sounds dirty...but you should all know that I only open my door for your screaming mother) And as I'm walking over to the door, all 300 feet I have to walk, I suddenly realize, "Wow. This really hurts...JESUS my heels!" And this, ladies and gentleman, is why you do not wear $6 shoes to Disneyland.

Yesterday I spent an epic day at the happiest place on Earth for my friend Camille's birthday. Much to my disbelief this morning, I only rode Space Mountain 3 times. But all three were worth it just to see Samantha cry. EVERY. TIME. Never got old. Anyway, a good time was had by all, except for my feet, and I managed to get through the day without buying a souvenir. Probably because all the money I possessed was in Kate's tiny fist the whole day. 

SIDE NOTE: Let me just say, if you hate water rides for the off-chance you could get completely soaked, DO NOT ride Splash Mountain. I fucking hate that ride. It's not even a good ride. You ride around in a log that's already wet from it's previous trip through the God-knows-what infested waters, half anticipating, half dreading the 50 foot almost vertical drop ahead. Long story short, I got completely drenched, my hair got ruined for the night, and my shorts still haven't dried.

In other news, I dyed my hair AGAIN. I needed to cover the HIDEOUS orange streaks my buddies at the Atelier Aucoin salon helped me out with. I seriously dreaded leaving my house. So I bought some box color, (SUCK IT, ATELIER) and it's now this burgundy black color that I love. :) So hooray...for that....

HOT- Washing your hair. Charter teacher, if you're reading this...don't YOU want to be hot???

NOT- Effing EVERY PERSON I saw at Disneyland. This world needs a makeover. 

-Shelby <3

You say yes, I say...well okay.

Yesterday was fathers day, and while waking up at 6 o-clock was truly UN-fun, breakfast was okay and my dad refraining from tossing the sea cow into every other sentence was refreshing. Family. Whatever.

It's 10:00...and I have until 3 to finish 5 lessons of economics and 5 lessons of music appreciation. I wanted to do way more than 5 lessons for economics. I swear I'll be done by the end of this week. Because I get my graduation presents...and that's really the only motivation I've got....

There is talks of moving out of my house, just my mom and my sister and I. My mom is looking at maybe moving into an apartment downtown/Hillcrest and let me just say, I LOVE it down there. I've always wanted to live in an urban setting like that, and to be honest, I don't need all the space in my room. Sure, having a 300 sq. foot room is nice, but what do I need the space for? Just so Talulah can make a bigger mess? I'll keep you updated.

This is a picture of where I'd like to be right now...

Not IN parliament, but London. It's the greatest city. I can still remember how it smelled to me. Our apartment in Kensington was so nice, and I loved the food, the people, everything. GUHH whyyy don't I have any money?! On my recent "How well do you know Shelby" quiz on Facebook, I asked what I would blow tons of money on first if I won the lottery, and the correct answer was clothes/purses. But I think the correct answer should have been, A) Travel.

I'd really love to go to the London Sassoon school after I finish in LA. That would be a dream...

HOT-Swedish people and their fashion! Damn you, fashion conscious Swedes! You make us feel like shit!

NOT-What I looked like the last time I went to London...

*sigh*

-Shelby <3

Jonas Brothers, tattoos, piercings, dyed hair...which doesn't belong in this list?

Let me just start off by saying how disturbed I am by the amount of people with Jonas Brothers tattoos...

^This lady got this tattoo to win 2nd row seats for her 7 year old. The contest was "biggest Jonas Brothers commitment"...and she gets it tattooed on her NECK. What if she had lost!?

Bee Tee Double-U, I got the new JoBros CD. I haven't listened to all of it yet, but I absolutely LOVE the song Fly With Me. Complete with purposeful voice cracks and high pitch croons, it makes me happy to be a 17 year old girl.

Anyway, speaking of tattoos...I think I'm going to get my tattoo when I'm 18 so I can get it done at a reputable place that does really great work that I've seen. Avalon tattoo is the place to go if you live in San Diego. And my birthday is only 4 months away. I can wait :) 

So instead of a tattoo for graduation, I've decided to get dermal anchors on my wrist. I think they look really cool and my mom is all for it :D She actually wanted to get one herself...yeahhh. This is what they look like: 

I'm excited! I'm scared about how much it'll hurt, but then again my nose barely hurt and this apparently hurts less. WTF are those nails....

So lately I've been noticing that I leave my phone in my purse when I come home and jump on the computer, instead of having it in my lap, or on the desk next to me. Then when I realize this, I frantically run and grab it, check to see who's been desperately awaiting my response to their text/call...and there's nothing. From anyone. I guess no one texts me anymore. The only person I text day to day is Jordan and he has summer school and work all day, so that's probably why I've been forgetting it...right? Aw who am I kidding...no one likes me anymore.

Something fairly exciting thats happened...my hair getting dyed! I went to Atelier Aucoin again, the place that I did the hair modeling thing for, and these people are the pros. Except after I was done, I realized it wasn't what I wanted at all :/ Long story short, it was supposed to be red. It's brown with orange streaks. There's some red at the roots. I hate my life. I'm just gonna dye over the streaks myself. I don't even care. Everyone's telling me to have them re-do it. But honestly, I don't want to bother.

I wish I made more money. The end.

HOT- Clothes/furniture in the French provincial style. That's how I'm decorating my apartment this fall. Marie Antoinette inspired!

NOT- Scrunchies. You know who you are.

-Shelby <3

PS- If you don't know me personally, just a heads up...I'm never serious when I say things like "Nick Jonas and I are destined to be together!" I only kid. ;D

Not your concern

So yesterday I went to the City Ballet school show, and realized that there was no reason for me to be there 3 hours early, or at any time at all. I wanted to throw up. It was positively hideous. TO THE MAX. Got there at 1, Mommy rescued me at 5, and then I went to the American Apparel rummage sale. I saw things I liked, bought a dress for $12 that is actually too small but no one cares besides my mother.

I went to the rummage sale again today, and I bought some pants. The high waisted ones that I have in grey, but 2 sizes too big. They don't allow you to try on anything in the sale, and I thought that the slim slacks fit the same as the high waisted pants, as in the same sizes, but I was entirely wrong and now I'm upset. My mom is a shrinking master (sometimes unintentionally) and she's gonna shrink em up, or take them in if necessary. Oh the perks of a costu-mom.

In MiCy news, she and Nick Jonas are like FERRR SHURRRE back together. These are some of her recent tweets because again, you all care....

"I'm sorry now and I don't know how to get it back to good" - Rob Thomas7:54 AM Jun 13th from web
I want to wake up. This day dreamin' crap is driving me crazy. I can't handle my heart pounding and the butterflies in my tummy going crazy.7:55 AM Jun 13th from web
Gonna have some family time. Hmmm, I'm craving Mac & Cheese. I always do.... when I'm missing you :)3:21 PM Jun 12th from web  (THIS btw is obvi about Nick because I love mac & cheese and so does he because we're destined for each other)
goodmorning to you too, "my love".....10:22 AM Jun 13th from mobile web
This is actually good news and makes me happy. Even though THIS...
is how it's SUPPOSED to be...
But you know, we won't dwell. Niley 4EVA *cough* 4NOW
HOT-High waisted pants. High waisted anything. If you can rock it, rock it.NOT-Kevin Jonas. Sorry, love.
I just looked at a sticky note next to my computer that says "Zac Efron is a fag" and laughed. It's the little things, you know? :P
-Shelby <3
PS- I do not know why the last few paragraphs are blacker than the rest of the text. But it's really pissing me off.

I'll take a sympathy on the rocks

Since you all cared so much about my Hollister shirt and what it looked like, etc. *sarcasm* I think I'll tell you a little anecdote that went with that evening/shirt....

So I'm working and the only thing keeping me from driving a $9 Hollister lip gloss through my eyeball was the reminder that my dad and his pet orca were coming to visit me/buy me a present (more for the latter). I'm tired, my back is killing, and the shirt I want is completely sold out. So what were they gonna get me? I felt kinda bad asking my dad to spend $50 on a shirt anyway, so I found a cheaper item in the clearance section that I wanted equally as bad. Lo and behold, we have an XS, I try it on, the heavens opened up and the angels sang while a beam of light shone from above onto me and my gray snappy sweater-jacket thing.  So I walk around with it slung over my shoulder for an hour at least, suddenly happily folding instead of with hopeless resignation. FINALLY they show up. My dad says to me, "So would anything here fit me?" I, of course think he's joking and reply, "No but this would fit me!" as I thrust the sweater at him with a stupid huge grin on my face, stoked that I'll be able to wear it to work the next day. He laughs. They tell me they'll be back later to walk me to my car. This, ladies and gentleman is my life.

I'll remind you that I do not shop at Hollister. EVER. But the fact that my dad was buying me something was cool...I didn't really care if it was from Hollister. I tried to pick the least Hollister item I could find. Those seagulls are unfortunately visible.

So that got me pretty bummed, but the rest of my evening was much better. Katie and I spray painted the senior benches "SUCK IT LJHS!!", with help of course from my mom. She picked me up from work, spray paint in the back seat, we pick up Katie and roll on over to school, in full vandal get-ups. Beanies, shades, full coverage scarves and all. Katie arrived at school the next morning only to see our fabulous work had been covered by the administration and their silver spray paint. At least we got pictures...I'll post them as soon as I get them from Katie. OH! And spray painting is another activity I can't do without hurting myself. The entire tip of my right pointer finger is numb, and my forearms are unbelievably sore. I also managed to get paint permanently embedded into 7/10 of my fingernails/cuticles while Katie and my mom walked away completely clean.

Today I have a hair consultation at Washington West Salon. I've been there before to get  my hair cut by my mom's friend Karen, who works with her at the opera. My hair was sort of kind of maybe ruined by this woman a few times, so I let the pros cut it from now on. I just need my hair colored professionally, so I called her up. She unfortunately doesn't have the "skills" to strip out the black and make it reddish brown, so I was deferred to Darlene the color expert, and I have a consultation today. Now keep in mind my hair is jet black and I like it that way, but I've had it pretty continuously black for like almost a year now, and I need a change. They might not be able to do anything, but since my hair is in such good condition for the amount that I color it/strip it out myself, I have high hopes. Fingers crossed, people!

HOT- The top 10 So You Think You Can Dance girls this year. I think they're some of the best yet. Oska is my favorite. She's fantastic.

NOT- The guys! They kiiiinda suckkkk....

Stay classy, kids.

-Shelby <3

Build me up, buttercup

Something I've recently come to realize bothers me A LOT is the uncalled for serenity and calmness therapists have. I don't see a therapist, last time my mom tried to plug me as a loony kid resulted in me actually becoming one. But I was watching True Life: I hate my large breasts... *ehem* and this one girl went to therapy to discuss how much her boobs made her feel bad about herself. Something to do with a scarring past involving the boobs I think...and the therapist was talking and she just had this weird "nothing-bothers-me-ever" air in her voice, and it seriously was annoying. If I were in therapy, I'd want my therapist to talk to me like a normal person, and I'd honestly feel kinda like I was burdening this calm, serene person with my turbulent life. Just sayin.

Is it Friday yet? I want to get PAYED. There's a shirt that I actually really want from Hollister. I know...it's embarrassing. But this is what it looks like...you know...because you all care.

And since I'm broke as fuck, I called daddy dearest to come visit me at work tomorrow...and maybe he'll want to buy his favorite child a present. For being so wonderful and working so hard. Melissa will come too, I guess...she should buy me one in another color. This will all go according to plan if there are any left in size XS. This isn't looking too good because the last 2 were there a few days ago, and I saw one go right before my eyes. But maybe they got more in...Fingers crossed.

Speaking of daddy dearest, I had a dream last night that my dad got a Facebook, and I declined his friend request right in front of him. I'm such a bitch.

HOT- Detoxing! I plan to do this soon. I've been eating too much crap lately. Taco Bell I love you...but I hate you.

NOT- Eating Taco Bell alone...on a Friday night...in your car.

-Shelby <3

Oh, but I CAN read your poker face.

Shout out today goes to Kelsey! HI KELSEY!!! I'm glad you read my blog...you stalker. ;D

I've come to realize how much life sucks without money. Even if it means I can't get starbucks or something...Without even $10 in my wallet, I feel helpless. Sad I know. I get payed this Friday so I'll soon be rollin in the dough *cough* I mean my average Hollister salary. This time around I'm gonna spend NO money on clothes, and minimal money on food/starbucks. I need food. I do not need clothes...at least that's what I'm telling myself. Heh heh....

Okay seriously, what's the deal with everyone obsessing over Lady Gaga? She's apparently musically gifted, being one of the only people out there who received early admission to Tisch, but you wouldn't get that from her music. And she is SEVERELY Italian, people. Her name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. And she looks Italian as well....

Even with the platinum hair, you STILL look like your name is Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.

 

Let's just tone down the obsession please.

K moving on, I have recently purchased Miley Cyrus concert tickets. I am unbelievably stoked for this, sadly...but you know what, it's not sad at all. I am a HUGE fan of MiCy, and I like her music. I don't care what you haters say...She's just bein' Miley.

HOT- Tattoos. I'm so excited for mine!!! A few weeks, people! I'll talk about this soon...

NOT- Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta.

-Shelby <3

It's sad but its true....

I still don't know exactly why Ellis finds this blog so interesting, but because he reads it, he deserves this special...shout out...thing... So, HI ELLIS.

I can't even begin to put into words how much I DO NOT care about having a normal graduation ceremony. My mom wants to see me walk...but I don't want to. There is nothing I feel I've accomplished these past 12 years aside from enduring the torture. It only became torture the past 3 years, thanks to La Jolla High. I couldn't even suck it up enough to get a passing grade in my only academic class. My priorities lie in different places, unfortunately...none of the academic variety. I just sort of stopped hearing my parents tell me to buckle down and do my work. They've been telling me I'm smarter than everyone since birth, so I never thought I was stupid when I failed tests. I just couldn't give enough of a fuck to try.

On a lighter note, this moment basically made my week.

 

Thank you, K-Stew...for fulfilling your awkward-quota for this century.

I'm officially re-addicted to caffeine. I used to just have coffee every day because I wanted it...then I go a few hours after I've woken up without my grande sweetened iced coffee with soy and my head is POUNDING. So thanks to that painful reminder a few days ago, I'm offish an addict again. Don't tell my doctor. Please.

HOT- Lily Allen. She's fabulous and I love her hair/style.

NOT- Kate Gosselin's from Jon and Kate Plus 8's hair. OH MY GOD. Someone please tell this woman that 80's punk bobs will NEVER COME BACK.

-Shelby <3