Accio Maturity!

Does everything these days come with a price? I know your mum does, but what about things like friendship, or receiving a gift from someone, just because they want to be nice? This makes me feel sad about the human race. (Or is it the dancer race, Brandon Flowers?) Why can't we just give to give, or put your trust in someone without expecting anything in return? *snaps back into teenage persona* What a bummer, man.

My mom just brought me the Style Watch page from her magazine. "Exclusive! MILEY'S FAVORITE THINGS". Ha-ho. Miley and I both have Juicy Couture perfume, chapstick, converse, and like Marc by Marc Jacobs bags. We're obviously meant to be best friends. Too bad she's so into Jesus. We'd run out of things to talk about before the conversation turned to our religious beliefs. And for me, honestly, WHAT religious beliefs? I'm sure she wouldn't ask me about Mr. JC. To be fair, I'd ask her about Nick Jonas. But assuming we're best friends, I'd already know.

So we have a lovely girl staying at our house for the 3 week intensive at City Ballet this summer. Her name is Melina and she's from Canada. I feel so awkward always asking her, "In Canada, do they have this?" and always getting back things like, "yes we have scissors in Canada." She doesn't want to be a ballet dancer, so she's alright with me. She bought me an American Apparel romper yesterday. I wanted to cry. It was the nicest thing. In the color I wanted and everything. <3

In hair news, I got my hair dyed at Paul Mitchell, and not only was it cheap, it's exactly the color I wanted. So basically I wasted $215 last time on a crap job by "salon professionals" when I could've spent $50 and gotten a scalp massage from Stacey. I recommend Paul Mitchell to ANYONE who needs anything done to their hair. My hair was black box colored and they stripped it all out and put a purply red on it. I was sincerely impressed. And Stacey said it made my eyes stand out. :D *blushes*

I'm gonna go listen to the Half-Blood Prince soundtrack now...it's amazing. <3

HOT- Rupert Grint. He's fuckin ripped now. As much as I love gangly awkward Ron in the books, Ron in the movies can live in my burrow any time. (...I agree, that was sick.)

NOT- Never being able to paint my nails because of stupid Hollister. Clear is my thing now I guess.

-Shelby <3

I WANT TO BE CLEMENCE POÉSY

So...Harry Potter was fantastic. I've only seen it twice, but that's gonna change real fast. I'm not gonna talk about it because I don't remember the book well enough to complain about what got left out/added. I know...I'm a bad book fan. Oh well. The soundtrack btw is AMAZING. I'm listening to it right now. I'm a sucker for chimy-chanting in Latin-lullabies.

Speaking of Harry Potter, when Goblet of Fire first came out, we all hated on Clemence Poésy, AKA, the awkward bag-o-bones they hired  to play Fleur. But I've very recently become slightly obsessed with her. The first thing that draws me in when I see celebrities is their hair. If they've got good hair, I'm instantly a fan. She's basically a perfect Chanel girl, with the hair and her face and body. Her fashion sense too. She's always at the Chanel shows. Front row with Emma Watson:

Look at how awkward and forced-fashionable Emma is. Her hair is gross too. She should have brown hair IMO. Clemence Poésy's hair is what I want/could've had by now. She makes it look effortless. The whole slick look isn't cool anymore. Natural is what it's about. And I want ittttt. *breathes* one day. In a year or so.

That reminds me of a recent dilemma I've found myself in. I like my piercings and everything...but somehow, I feel like it was just a random thing I've suddenly decided to do. Like, I feel like I only have the piercings I have because I want people to see them and stuff. I don't even care if they match ME or not. And I like my black hair...but I don't want to have black hair and piercings anymore somedays. I want my hair to be brown and natural and I want to wear what I want. But there's such a pressure from the world I'm about to enter in LA to be edgy and stylish all the time. It's pretty annoying to be torn back and forth all day every day. I wish I could just look how I want without feeling pressured from anyone to be this or that. I need to decide on how I want to look before I'm a big hot mess of disaster.

In other news....there isn't really any. We have a girl staying here for Summer Intensive. I hope she's normal...she's Canadian. That's good....right? I want to show her around and like, vandalize something. She'll probably find my surface piercings weird (both wrists now :D). But she'll have to get over it.

ALSO. I have ANOTHER hair appointment on Friday to get color done. At Paul Mitchell. They won't let me down! Come on Stacey! I will def be getting a scalp massage again. $5 OH HAYYY.

HOT-Clemence Poésy. She is my new girl crush.

NOT-Hairy foreign men who shop at Hollister.

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-Shelby <3

I think Romeo was a homosexual

Today I feel like I should have something going on...it's Sunday, I finished high school (WHOOPEE!) and I have nothing to do but clean my room. That pile of clothes sitting there,  with it's malevolent stare, upon my chair, my clean underwear, do I dare? K, +10 for that rhyme. But anyway, tonight, I will be joining Camille and Chelsea for Prisoner of Azkaban at Claremont Square. They're showing one movie a night in order until Half Blood Prince premiers. ON WEDNESDAY. I can't believe it's this close already...

I got my hair done at Paul Mitchell this week. I had never been, and it was actually really nice. The haircut was only $17 and they did this like, miniature spa sesh for $5 extra. It was sort of awkward, cuz it's just me and this random lady massaging my scalp in a dark dark room that was really quiet and smelled like lavender. I kept thinking to myself, "what if she's enjoying this like...a little too much?" But I quickly snapped out of it and realized that I always subconsciously imagine people are into me, when they're not. And this was a random girl who had no lesbian vibes coming off her. I HAVE been hit on by girls before, and while it's flattering, it's still like, "...is she staring at my boobs? Because hers are way bigger...." So after I realized she was not enjoying massaging my scalp, which felt soooo good btw, I was entirely relaxed. Oh my. Getting my neck massaged and hair reconditioned was only $5. So worth it. And she gave me chocolate at the end. I would've preferred a sultry wink and a comment about how nice my scalp is to touch, but uhh...once again, in my head. So moral of the story, if you haven't been to Paul Mitchell, you HAVE to go. It was really fun and everyone's all young and hip and it's a cool environment. And I love the PM products as well, so I bought a reconditioner for my hair that I can leave on overnight. All in all, a fabulous experience. And the girl did a really good job on my hair. Ask for Stacey...she's got nice hands. ;D

So I got my anchor in my wrist! It looks so pretty, I love it. :D I really want to get one on the other side, but I have to wait until Monday I guess. They're pretty expensive. And I realized something when I was talking to the guy who worked there with all the plugs in his face. I look at him, and the first thing I think is, "Who finds that attractive?" and after I talked to him for a little bit and he made fun of me and we joked around, I realized that he was really cool and I hated to admit it, but I would totally go out with that guy, plugs and all. He wasn't a bad looking dude and he was really funny. You learn to look past people's "facial decoration" and even if you don't think it's "attractive", so what. It's not who they are, it's just something they chose to do. How is it any different from me dying my hair black, or piercing my wrists? I won't have awkward holes in my face when I'm older, but it's something I've chosen to do to alter my appearance because I felt like it. Ain't no thang. 

HOT- Doing what you want, and not caring about what other people think. If I want to get plugs in my chin, who gives a fuck about what my mother's tennis buddies say?

NOT- David Letterman. He disgusts me, and I can't even like...look at him.

-Shelby <3

PS- my mother does not play tennis.

ANGAHH!

RAGE RAGE RAGE

I feel like this ^ right now.

I thought I was done with school today. Forever. My mom said I could get my dermals. But then, mom says "Oh...there's no money for that." after she blatantly psyched me up before I left to go finish charter today. Lucky I'm used to getting my hopes and dreams crushed. And if I wasn't having a bad enough day, I get to charter, and it turns out I have 3 more lessons. I'm so fucking retarded. I thought there were only 18, when there are actually 21 lessons. They're all in the lesson guide too, I don't know why I thought it magically stopped at 18.

So that has been my day. I think I'm going to the gym later. I need to. I have been getting NO exercise lately. And it's making me cranky...

Ahahahaha. Ha.

HOT- Cake Boss. It's my new tv show addiction. Always makes me want cake really bad though...

NOT- Taylor Swift. I mistake her for an Asian way too often.

-Shelby <3

How many times have our friends warned us against this?

I have not abandoned you.

NEWS

• I dyed my hair black again, and got bangs. I'll go back to that burgundy color some day :/ it makes me sad that it failed, when I had a perfect opportunity for it not to. My hair was orange, and could've easily been dyed that burgundy I wanted. But Atelier Aucoin FUCKED. SHIT. UP.
• I'm again, getting my tattoo for graduation. When I finish charter, we're going within the week to Vegaaaas. I still want those dermal anchors at some point in the summer...I'll just have to pay for them.
• I have ALMOST graduated. Tuesday is the day I turn in all my last work! Woohoo!
• I am looking for a new job...
• I have come to the realization that nothing exciting happens in my life. Seriously, 2 weeks and this is all I've got.
  

I also realized that all the things you build up in your mind when you're little; senior year, having a job, all the things that give movies R ratings that you get to do yourself, they don't mean anything, nor are they great points in your life. They're all a huge let down after being put on this pedestal of mature and epic things. Basically the only thing I can look forward to that will be actually great is like....marriage and kids. Forget this anticlimactic existence.

Oh, happy 4th everyone. This holiday is stupid IMO, but Kate and I are headed over to Coronado to kick it with the step-fam. ...K, that nauseated me a little to type. Kate and I will once again be greeted with awkward stares and whispers of the, "Oh those are Paul's kids..." variety. I'm gonna rock the black extensions and probably all black clothes? I have no American pride. No one likes us.

HOT- Drake. I think he's a little bit fine. I don't know what the deal is with his slanty hair line though....

Funny story...I was watching Degrassi, which is a really dumb show...and the main conflict of the episode was the guy in the wheelchair couldn't get it up, thus no sex with his girlfriend. It was devastating...? Anyway, I'm watching It's On With Alexa Chung (which I love, btw) and she's like, "please welcome, Drake!" He walks out, and lo and behold, it's the guy in the wheelchair with erectile disfunction. 

NOT- Dudes in wheelchairs with ED

-Shelby <3