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

RIP Whiskers

Today is a very sad day :/ The pet I've had the longest, Whiskers the cat, had to be put down this morning. My mom's pretty upset. You sometimes don't realize how sad you'll be when you lose a pet. Even if it's not a pet you're particularly attached to. Whiskers was mainly my mom's cat, and I always gave her a scratch on the head every time I went into the kitchen and she was there on her little cushion sleeping, and I knew I'd be upset when this day came, but I didn't know I'd be this sad. Def shed a few tears last night when it was just she and I on the rug in the dining room. So...Rest In Peace, Whiskers. You will be greatly missed. Again, I apologize for setting your tail on fire that one time on the stove.

In happier news, my mom has agreed to let me get my bellybutton pierced. I feel bad saying that now, after writing the above paragraph. It's as if none of my stupid teenage antics are important at all when someone's just died. It's as if everything matters a lot less. You take a look at yourself and your own life, and you can sort out the important things. Me getting another hole punched in my body, or spending $500 on a purse just seem like stupid things to do now. Spending time with my family and people I love should be the most important thing, because you never know when they could be gone. 

Sorry for such an emo rant today. I promise I'll be back to my sarcastic anecdotes soon.

-Shelby <3