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.