Smells

I was at practice yesterday and my wonderful friend walked up to me with this horrid look on her face and grabbed my cheeks and muttered the words, "oh we gotta do something about your eye brows..."

I instantly go into self conscience mode.  Now my hair color is blonde but my eye brows are a ugly dark color, THANKS MOM!  When my eye brows get out of control they look like fuzzy catterpillars on my forehead.  Lets just say it's not attactive.  I use my first opportunity to go to the nail place to get them done. 

The little Asian lady takes me to the back room, which is slightly awkward anyways, and I lay down and prepare myself for the pain I'm about to endure.  As the young lady starts to smooth out my eye brows I catch a smell that slightly makes my eyes water.  Her hands reaked of fish! Now my friends will tell you that I have a habit of smelling everything, so my nose is super sensitive.  I try holding my breath but it is too powerful! My eyes start watering from the rancid smell and the lady asks me "Oh does it hurt?" in my mind all I can think is NO! YOUR HANDS ARE MAKING ME WANT TO VOMIT ON THE BUDDHA SITTING BESIDE ME!

The moral of the story is be smart and pluck your eye brows so you don't have to endure the smell of fishy hands.

Warning this is slightly depressing.

I laid in bed this morning thinking about how much my life has changed since I stepped foot in Kerrville.  I have met some of the most amazing people I'll probably ever meet.  They have made certain things in my life easy as pie and I can't thank them enough for it. 

I showed up here in a complacent relationship with someone and secretly craved something more. I wanted to meet someone I could have intelligent conversations with from politics to even religion.  But there needed to be more, I craved for someone to make me laugh until tears rolled down my cheeks but I also wanted to make them laugh too.  I felt that I had finally met this person.

On to the meat of this entry. As I checked my phone and was secretly wishing there was something from that certain someone I hit my realization moment.  Now this epiphany had been boiling for awhile but this morning it truly hit me.  All of it was a lie.  I'm not one to burn bridges with people because God has put this person in my life for some strange reason and you never know when we might run into each other again.  In which a part of me hopes never happens.  Where I am going with all this depressing Debbie junk is that I have to keep telling myself "It'll buff out" it may take a day, week, month, or even a year.   

If whoever comes across this is having any type of issues in their life from love to financial, remember that in the end it will all buff out.

Chin up buttercups!

Lets get hyped!

As my roommate and I sit and watch the Grammy's we get on the topic of artist that make us want to thrash about and chug booze until we forget about the person who broke our heart.  My first thought was Ke$ha while my roommate narrowed her picks down to Rihanna, Beyonce, and Ke$ha. 

Personally, I feel there are some hazards to rocking out to Ke$ha at a party.  She has a way of making you stoop down to her level.  We all know what her level is, she's the "drunk whore."  We have all been there done that, from being the "kissing slut" to the "HEY I'll go home with you tonight! whore." After listening to a few of Ke$ha's songs I feel the need to probably go get checked for herpes or any other type of STDs.  Not because I am the lets go home together type of girl, but because we all know she has glitter in unspeakable places and I picture her being very ok with it.  Please do not think that I am putting her on blast, I'm a fan and would totes party with her.  But I would not play a beer pong game after her using her cups (ew scary).

Closing thought...

Stay classy America.

 

The Beginning

I've been toying with the idea of a blog for a few days and figured eh why not? This will be like the diary I never had, I must warn you now I will be inappropriate and use foul language.

My name is Shelby and I live the life of a 21 year old college student who has had way too many life experiences for their own good.  The reason I have named my blog "Letting it Buff Out" is because I feel that's a good way to look at life's curve balls.  I'm not completely sure how or when the phrase started but I would be willing to bet alcohol was involved and I was sitting in a chair on my best friend's back porch, listening to every one's issues. 

I decided to start my blog tonight because I had been talking to my roommate about it and a friend said earlier today, "I have known you for about nine months and you have been screwed over most of those nine months."  This comment struck a chord with me.  Am I the reason for the screwing over? More than likely.  I tend to be an asshole, I'm not naive to that fact.  But I felt it was something deeper than my tendency to not be nice, it was because I expect others to be as "balls deep" into relationships, activities, etc. as me.  Now I am not perfect by any means but come on people!

Enough of that tangent.

I hope to try and keep up with this a few times a week and I hope to who ever is bored enough to read this junk gets a good laugh out of it. 

Remember to keep on keepin' on!