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March 5, 2008 in Death, Disfunctional Love, Good Bye, Poetry, Shelley's Important Advise [aka life 101], The things ill never undestand, Unconditional Love, about the world, atheist, bad stories with a spice of adventure, bitching, don't know quiet what i was thinking, dontt knoww, life, memories, movies, moving on..again, my cat., old friends, pointless blogging, rambeling, random, self centered., sex, shoes, smile, thats it folks. The last show., the wonders of life, the works, thoes ruddy indians, unreasonable family, video games, weird | 1 comment
i’m giving you this umbrella and wishing you safety and love, but it is time we part ways. it has been a great journey.
i know what your thinking.
and if you are ever in need of a good song, but grow tired of fall out boy, i suggest Senses Fail, their best song and one i dedicate it to you, Calling All Cars.

hopefully, we at least had a few good laughs. it’s time however, to go back to real life.

-my last loves going out-NOW- hope ya caught em. peace.
Side Note: i know what your thinking, “i just shit my pants!!!” dood that sucks, good luck cleaning that out. Good bye my good friend, i will remember these times as pleasant ones, where sleep was foreign and laughs were often. Savor these last words of mine, until i become famous and you can hear my words whenever you choose. Im so sorry it had to end this way, this terrible way…but get over it. =/. =p. lol, i know you will.
final score.
INIDANS : WON!!!! [duh, because were awesome]
GLASSES : ZERO!!!! [because i will always win, biotch]
Confessions Of a Shelleymiester
February 29, 2008 in bad stories with a spice of adventure, don't know quiet what i was thinking, dontt knoww, life, my cat., pointless blogging, rambeling, random, self centered., shoes, smile, the wonders of life, thoes ruddy indians, video games, weird | Leave a comment
things to keep in mind.
1. Procrastination is how i work..at anything..like ..[to be continued]
2. I wear dirty jeans when i run out of clean ones, or when the ones i really want to wear are dirty. Undies some time too. =[. hehe.
3. I shave my legs once in a great while, not ever other day like i should.
4. I DO care how i look, all the time, when i look good, i feel good.
5. I'm terrible at putting on makeup. and often look like Frankenstein's bride to be, yes i could give Mary Shelley's characters a run for their money.
6. Google and Dictionary.com are my number one most used resources when i dont know what someone is talking about.
7. At least 50% of what i talk about has to do with me. and yes, i am self centered.
8. Anything that makes me laugh i will like. when it comes to laughter i'm an addictee.
[i laugh at mean things]
9. I have the memory of a Gold fish, and i refer to all of my friends to “that one dood” for the first three weeks of hanging out.
10. I spy on the neighbors, and read magazines front to cover when i get them [which is why i dont]
11. I enjoy threatening to beat people up, even though i would lose any battle i got into, because im a wimp.
12. I’m slightly bipolar. i think. and i cant make a solid decision and follow through with it.
13. I also enjoy dancing in my pantys and singing in the shower. I cant play my guitar to save my life. && i forget half of my great ideas before i can put them down on paper.
14. I probably act like a mom alot, not sure, but probably.
15. I love odd n random things, but when you stop to think about it, im really not much of either, im just as predictable as anyone else. like, i freaking die for good kisses. and cry during sad movies. and not sad movies.
16. I’m a really big baby and act like a spoiled brat, but most of the time try and pass off as a really analytical knower of all. once i get set on a point of view i wont budge. i can’t even make myself budge.
17. I love all animals and might be considered a hippie, without the grose things like dread locks and taking showers once every month. but i dont like wearing shoes.
18. 11 is my lucky number, and i dont know how thats a confession but there we go.
Bullet My Cat. Because after writing about cloverfield id rather write about my cat.
February 20, 2008 in my cat. | Leave a comment
His name is bullet, and he is black and white tux, and hes the cutest thing, even though he cant retract his claws.
right now he’s sleeping on the computer chair right next to me[we have two in case you couldn't gather that and thought i was kneeling or something] and this is the only time of day he is peace-full[while sleeping]
aww, that was alot more entertaining and cute than stupid cloverfield. few, glad all thats over, thats was intense.
