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