So, Christmas with my mom's side of the family wasn't too bad, I'm happy to say that my FOUR Christmas' are over.

Yesterday, I went shopping at Kohls, got some clothes, and my sister got a watch, which I told her not to throw in a river. I also went to my friends house, dropped my phone, cracked the screen I can't see anything now, it's pretty steller. Now I have to use a brick flip phone. I think it fits me better anyway, and it's decorated with a pretty rainbow stick that I got with a My Little Pony thing from McDonalds in 7th grade.

I'm so glad me and Kari have no life. But, anyway, I'm sitting in fourth hour, my favorite blogging spot, and listening to God Called In Sick Today live.

I get out of my class soon, and I'm dreading spending 3.5 hours in my english class, then going to the stupid holiday assembly. I hate assemblies with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

And, yes, Electric Socks, it IS the shit....


I'm news from home, my dad came home drunk again, awesome right? He started yelling at me to go to sleep, even though it was only 8 pm. Anti-Boo Yeh. He was like total shit-faced. Then he got all paranoid and tried to take Kari's phone and read her texts, which is why I'm hiding my phone.

I stayed up until 4 am on saturday night/morning, and finally feeling it, last hour me and my friends were making fun of this know-it-all girl, she gives nerds a bad name. She's apparently trying to get the lead in a play, but she can't sing (or so I've heard). My friend (I s'pose) innitated her and a dying turkey, it wasn't far off what with the flailing arms and what not.

In other news, Crash Love is calling me from under my Christmas tree at my dad's house, that's the only reason i'm looking forward to Christmas with his family at my grandma's. Well, the Kill Hannah cd I got is calling me too, and Tokio Hotel can come too. They're all like, "Shelby.... come put us on Howard...."
Yes, I am insane.

Atempting Christmas shopping again, for the third-ish week in a row, I lost track.

I hate Christmas shopping, and I'm getting sick, but the good news is I got Guitar World, so I got smarter! Yeah, go not dumb kids! Kari (who is sitting next to me on the couch) says go dumb.

Any way, we're watching Twenty Sexiest Videos on Fuse, can I just say, people are into some pretty weird shit. Not like I'm one to talk about being into some pretty freaky shit. Not that I'm into anything creep-tastic, okay, that's not really the right way to put it. In other worlds I'm not a creaper who's like in love with my sister.

So, there's a rumer going around the one of Beyonce's dancers is a dude? Not that there's anything wrong with that, to be honest, I think it's pretty freakin' sweet. I wish I could dance. Then again I have the grace of a drunk elephant.

Yeah! Fourth hour! Woot!

False happiness is amazing. There was a huge ass fight in Freshman Hal, were all the fights are. I'm currently listening to I'll Be by Edwin McCain, now The Interview by AFI. My iPod's going to die, I might die with it.

I hope Brighton High gets hit by a metior, magicly, of course. So I don't have to take my stupid History test. It's easy and all, I just don't want to finish in like 2.5 minutes and sit there for the 58.5 minutes and look like a zombie. GOO! I hate school.

Hm.... Anything else I can rant about...? HOw 'bout that airplane food? I've never been on an airplane in my life. It's freezing in my class, my hands are going to migrate to Florida for the winter and I'll have to type my blog (that shall go unread, except for by my sister) with nubs. I'm alittle scater brained today.

In the post before, I said I had three Christmas's to go to, scratch that, I have four. This should be so fun....So so fun. If there is a God, thank you for ipods, I can have the amazingness of AFI in my ears turned all the way up so I don't have to hear my family being there normal drunk selves. I also wont have to hear "You don't eat meat?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" from my annoying (annoying doesn't cover it with this kid, when I hear him talk I wanna punch babies, and join the school cheerleading team (no idea what cheerleading has anything to do with anything, but I hate it.))

Meow...

Sitting in fourth hour again, they're talking about Tiger Woods, DOUCHE BAGGERY!

You didn't hear that from me.

So, anywho. I have like eighty tests in the next week and two days, and then there's Christmas. Three Christmas's, Will I sevive. That is the question. I'm really dreading my dad's family, they're all drunks and druggies. I'm the straight edge wierdo of my dad's side of the family, fuck yes.

I'm other news, me and my sister are starting a blog together, I curently don't know the name, and I think my friend might be joining us. Anyway, before I get off on another rant about something like tazers and garbage man/ladies, our blog is gonna be about us growing up in our small town of Brighton Michigan. And let me tell you something about Brighton, if you don't wear UGG boots (the ones that look like elf shoes), they hate you, with a burning passion. I mean the burning passion of a thousand suns.

So, yes, needless to say a lot of people hate me, a lot a lot of people.

Groggy , so groggy. Didn't go to school today.
I got into a fight with the Parental Unit. Not very pretty.

I'm going to try and go Christmas shopping again tomorrow, hopefully I have money. I was just laying on Buster becauase he stole my spot. Now he's looking at me with homicytal eyes.

Dear Santa,
I want a new life for Christmas. Is that too much to ask?
-Shelby





I have amazing news! I just fell out of my chair onto my back pack and crushed my kleenex box. Oh, and for the few seconds I was in my chair, I realized I was sitting on clean clothes, not that I really care if my clothes are clean or not.

I'm like the P-Diddy of blogger, I change my name every week.

Ah, yes. Fourth hour. My teachers alittle mad at me for always going on the computer, she said there was a reason I had a lot of Ds. D stands for *insert something good here* :) I just kinda feel like running away from school, ever though the cop that works for my school would probably tazer me.

I can see it now, "So, Shelby. What'd you do yesterday at school?"

"I uhm....got tazered for trying to run away. Awesome, right?"

I'm sure that'd go over well with the perental unit. Getting suspended and tazered, I would totally get a job as a garbage man, minus the man part. Garbage lady. Why am I ranting about gabage people and tazers?

I just kinda freaked out and dropped everything...opps. I'm watching Hotel for Dogs with Buster. He's not really paying attention though, he's just kinda staring at me, and now he's pouting because I stopped petting him.
Other then that I have nothing to tell, my mom got me and my sister a Wii for Christmas, I don't know what I want from my dad, I know I'm getting the Crash Love album though. And, maybe the Tokio Hotel album. But, that's pretty much it.

Ever wonder why at the end of most blogs people have a corny sign off thing?

Post lacking! Sorry, I've been busy blowing off my homework, and trying to figure out what to get everyone for Christmas.

I went Christmas shopping today, didn't get much shopping done, seeing as I didn't have any money, and I didn't feel like going to jail for shop lifting, I don't think the people at Hot Topic would like that very much. I made my dog look fabulous. I'll post the picture later.

My english teacher hates me, I have no idea what that has to do with anything. But, she always talks about her boyfriend, and she's more disorganized then I am, she lost my paper so I got a C in her class last card marking. BLARG! I'm not increadably sad, because a C is passing, so....

I have The Interview by AFI stuck in my head, if you ask me, there's something magical about that song. There's also something magical about how messy my room is, and how messy it's going to be after another week of not being clean. I think something just moved under a pile of dirty clothes...

Is it Christmas yet? I want a puppy....and I almost spelled Christmas wrong....Hurray.
I got my iPod dock to work! I had to put a hairtie around this strange cover thing and tape it to the wall! It was interesting, my sister was on her laptop and I walked up to her with an evil grin on my face and i was like "Hey Kari....Where's the tape....?"
And she was lik, "Oh God, why?"
But yeah, everythings taking a shit on me, first my iPod dock, then my headphones that I got a month ago, and now, my phone. The God of electronics hates me. My ipod is being a jerk too, it doesn't like holding a charge. Damn you Howard!

I'm really starting to ditest school, more then usual. My Biology teacher crushed my dreams! Then my friend/dad (I don't know why she's my dad) called him Sarah Palin. But anyway, it would be nice to not get stepped on in the halls just once, or ran into, or having that akward minute when you walk through someones conversation, and you're like, "shit, sorry."
Happy late birthday Jade Puget, even though you'll never know I exist.