Wow! For once, the sun comes up through dark clouds.

Lately, life has been... great. For the first time in forever, I can say this and smile. Living with Rat is awesome, and my dog is always here when I need snuggles. Lol. I can just be like, "SHELBY!" and she jingles on over, just like, DERP DERP HI MOM DERP. I love her. Haha. She's my baby girl.

I'm still in financial Hell but I can't complain about other things. Even romance has been going well... I KNOW RITE.

Tyler's been acting like he used to in the old days. He's a goofball, a sweetheart and a gentleman all at the same time. I missed this version of him. Tyler 1.0 is a good thing. A very good, very amazing, talented, sexy, awesome, handsome, incredible thing. I remember why I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with him. Even if he enjoys smacking me in the face with his hair when I fall asleep before him.

So um. I'm pretty much in happy land lately.

I noticed my blonde eyebrows today, for the first time in FOREVER. Well, the roots of them are blonde. This does not make sense. I kind of figured the dark ones would fall out and blonde wouldn't stand a chance because I'd just darken them again. Not this time. It's being sneaky. I see what they did there.

I see what they did there....

AND YOU JUST LOST THE GAME BITCHES

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I really don't. I found out today that the highest grade I have is a 39%. The lowest is a 24%. JOY. Talking to my professors turned out to be depressing to the point of suicidal thoughts. I am on academic probation, here, and there's not a fucking chance I'll be able to bring these grades up NOW, not even if I do every available extra credit assignment coming up, not even if I sleep with the professors. Ha, ha, ha. I have no sense of humor anymore.

So yeah. My mother's insane; she thinks going up to Financial Aid and DEMANDING that I be taken off of probation because it is now officially THEIR fault I'm failing due to lack of financial aid (I've fucking tried my best, at least she sees that, right? Sigh) is going to work. Yeah, right. It's just going to add insult to injury.

And then I drop out, I lose my health insurance and either succeed without formal education (I'm beginning to believe it's strongly overrated) or lose my mind completely without the medication I need to keep my mind on-kilter. OH BOY, BRING ON THE ROSES.

At least the last weekend was okay. It kept me sane. I guess.

Fuck, man.
Check please.

Epic breaking news: I got the job. I fucking got the job. This means I am now a professional photographer for (what the studio claims is) the most "prestigious, sought-after' studios in the States. I haven't been this happy in years.

Excuse me while I go hyperventilate.

Went through my gallery and threw watermarks on some of my old stuff, the stuff I really like. Also, put it up on my other page, too.

Hurr.

Yeah.

That's about it.
Mwah.

So I lazily began a 'ortfolio' page for more exposure, featuring only my favorite photography work and my modeling work as well.

So far the modeling shots are getting more attention than my own work, haha.

Anyway, watch me here as well as on the new page:



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