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.