Shellswell

Im just a small town girl who has not really seemed to jump out of her own comfort zone  unfortunately, my town is not really all that small but I think I kind of have made it that way. Sure we all like to think we are adventurous and outgoing but sometimes we get stuck in the same town with the same people who honestly we don't really even like. Maybe that is me just being fake, maybe I am just dealing with the Bullshit or quite honestly I might just be being normal. Yes I capitalized the Bullshit. I do not want to just be normal. Normal is just not worth it for me. Does not quite get my wheels turning. Normalcy to me is blan. You never get to tell those stupid wild stories where your more normal friends  (who I adore) look to you for advice or just straight up laugh their asses off about your silly run ins in life. Sometimes, we do things for the experiences but if we are stuck in the same town is that really doing it for the experience or are you just living in the same foo...

There is two things that I know so far for a fact. 1. Nothing ever happens in isolation and if you don't go after what you want you will be stuck in a spot that is comfortable. 2. I make a lot of choices off of my first instinct where more often then not I never regret but I jump at many things with my lack of patience in the waiting game. (The rule is I suppose is don't be scared of the outcome) This could all be flawed still conducting my own research for your own personal humor.  Many times as a human we are eager beavers to be intrigued or interested in things. For instance today I was in a pickle and don't get me wrong I love pickles. Like I am the weirdo who likes the pickles in the jungle cruise area of Disneyland. I could probably eat like ten of them. I couldn't imagine anybody wanting to kiss someone after that. Anyways, my pickle, I was brightly greeted by my teacher this morning who quite frankly is actually a bigger mess than me. However, she is olde...

How do you show your true colors? We all have our quirks. Sometimes they aren’t desirable and maybe sometimes  they are as cute as a button. More often then not it’s hard to express yourself in a manner that makes sense to everyone. I honestly can’t even explain myself or really explain anything in that matter unless I write to you. Sometimes people believe in phone calls or maybe a hand written letter. I used to hope for a letter written to me when I was younger. I would hope that someone would take the time sit down and think about what they wanted to say to me. I’d go through my parents bills and stupid postcards from god knows who a distant third cousin, Jim, and for some odd reason I’d be jealous.  Then again I was like eight and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t write a proper letter with any clear thought. So here I am. Quirks. Well, I let things pile up. Much like my room which I think prolly anyone who reads this has a chair full of useless shit, that they prolly don’t need ...

When life’s give you lemons you get a bomb ass vodka lemonade. Wow. That makes me sound like an alcoholic. Well. Finals are ending and I have never been so pleased only because I am the worst at procrastinating and yet the best. Enough about my gloating I rock at last minute shit. Lately I have been brought back to earth. I returned to my homeland AZ I legit can’t get enough of the desert it’s in my veins. I don’t know if any of you guys get like this but sometimes I am the grumpiest girl alive. All up until I reach somewhere that reminds me of my past or my future or even my present. There’s a safe haven about Arizona. Don’t get me wrong Long Beach is home but, there is something about being with the Berry’s/ Nixon’s I cant get enough of them I always feel so loved and appreciated when I get there. I can’t forget to mention my beloved granny she’s literally the light of my life she just makes sense. I can’t help but feel so complete in Arizona. The moral of this post is find your saf...

Life is weird in ways that are unexplainable and tedious. You throw yourself out there and all of the sudden life or the universe (however you wanna word it) decided to shit on the idea of moving forward. You fall in love and you think it’s the one or in better terms he’s the one. Dumb, because my friend you are twelve or twenty give or take in my own personal experience. It’s weird you can be so sure or feel so strongly and in the end it wasn’t meant to be. Who in the hell decides that and how do I file an appointment with that person. Recently, I have decided well hun you can not sit around and wait for the potential suitors gotta go out and get them. But, jokes on me I should really not be out and about maybe theses dating apps haven’t cracked up to all they have been. I went on two dates in the past couple of nights and the first one the guy leaned over to kiss be with the most abrasive and awkward fart I have ever experienced. Literally, more embarrassing than the third grade fa...