15 Going on Hot Mess

While looking for my passport the other day, I found my journal from when I was younger. I was flipping through my early teen entries and found numerous lists from days I was grounded. Apparently, when imprisioned I would get bored and write what my favorite things were and names that I liked (let's not talk about all the Laquisha and Shaniqua names I picked).  I read just a few things from age 15 before I was too disturbed and thankful to continue. Awkwardness and hot mess like none other. Here's a little example of how I've changed:
THEN                                                     NOW
Age: 15                                                  24
Height: 5'1"                                            5'2"
Weight: 95 lbs                                      I rather not
Hair: Hot Pink                                       Back to natural
Piercings: Ears and Belly button             Ears
Food: Steak                                        Sushi or Thai
Color: Blue                                          Blue
Movie: Josh Hartnett                          Shawshank Redemption
TV: Anything on MTV                        Right now, New Girl
Place: California :)                               Guilin, China
Music: 50 Cent                                   Everything
Book: To Kill A Mockingbird             BofM or McCarthy's books
Hobbies: Shopping, Dancing               Movies and work
Job: Babysitting                                  ILP and respite

The one thing that has stayed constant: My boy JT. Hate all you want on Justin, he still has my heart.

What's that Justin? You wanna dance the night away and then get married? Done.

Thankfully, my lists are the only thing that keep me from cringing while skimming through the journal. For all my friends that stuck it through with me in Junior High, bless your sweet little hearts. I'm sure those friends are the ones that kept me from going completely wild, keeping me away from bad boys, making me go to class,  and having me take out my piercings. Maybe being 24 isn't all that bad, I dig the things I like and I love the person I've become. Thanks old journal for taking me back and making me grateful :)

Guess Where I'm Going to Live...

Hey all, here is a little post for the famdam and friendlies. So it looks like come April time, I will be moving to Phichit, Thailand for four months.

Remember when I blogged about how much I wanted to live there?

 That's right, I get to spend my summer on the other side of the world in one of the hottest and most humid places ever....I know y'all can't wait to see pics of the nappers (my hairrr) and I during that time. But real talk, my summer will hopefully make up for the last few summers times a trillion. I'm committed and I'm doin it! Here's a little map of Thailand and the red is where Phichit is:

Right now is a big of a rough patch so I'm just praying that April comes soon...or like now. I just want to ride elephants through the jungle and take legit pics with tigers

And guess what my province is famous for?

CROCS!

Here's some random giant, hollow...statue (?) of a crocodile. Friends and family may remember, this is a really serious fear of mine that I plan on overcoming (cuz I'm all about conquering my ridiculous amount of phobias). Alligators and crocodiles have freaked me out forever. I really wanted to build a barrier on my bunk bed so that the ones in the Phx Zoo wouldn't hop on the freeway, break through my window, and jump on to my bunk bed to almost fatally injure me. In my child mind, this was a very real possibility and reoccurring nightmare.  I was well aware how high they could jump (spring, leap, snap at, whatever) and being mortally wounded by one was worse than actually being murdered by its jaws. Just saying. So the fact that I get to live in Thailand AND get over my intense fear of crocodiles, is basically the best thing ever. 

Yeah, I'm stoked. And you all better write me while I'm gone. That's all :)

Birthday Triumphs

My birthday was last Monday, and it shares the day with Halloween.I really like Halloween because I enjoy dressing up, but this year my costume idea (pregnant Beyonce) was snuffed out by a previous promise I made to my mom about not dressing up like I was pregnant.
Anyways, I didn't have anything planned for my birthday, other than buying boots, and eating cupcakes and drinking Jamba Juice. Mission accomplished. I went to work and although I was crazy busy, I still managed to laugh my face off. I seriously have the best job with the greatest co-workers. I loved all the birthday wishes and hugs I received!
As I was about to leave work, I got a call from two of my friends, telling me not to eat because they were taking me to dinner. Yay! I don't have to sit on my couch by myself watching my dvr tonight!! A couple friends met at Rice King, you may remember how much I love them from this post. The owner even said, "I know, she likes cashew chicken." Yeah yeah.
Kiera, Michael, and I ran a couple of errands and had some tasty frozen yogurt before we decided to go see a scary movie. I'm all about getting over my irrational fears and phobias so I agreed to see the movie, even if I could potentially pee my pants.

I don't have the best track record with scary movies:

INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE

When I was little, my Mom let us watch Interview With A Vampire. Don't throw my mom under the bus, I'm pretty sure we begged her to watch it, and she had read the book. I don't do well with blood, biting, and veins so I was traumatized for life. Basically this is what I had to do every night for years and years, wrap my neck with a blanket so that I could try to fight off the vampire if they attempted to suck my blood and got their teeth stuck in my blankey.  

PSYCHO

I was definitely old enough to appreciate and notice the cheesiness and "special effects" of this movie. Nevertheless, I had to close my eyes during any scene when a knife or blood was present. And this is how I showered for many years to come..

With my hand covering my throat. Just in case a crazy tried to knife me when I was rinsing my hair. 

Paranoid.

SCREAM

When I was 16 and my aunt was 17 (old enough to get a rated R movie) we decided to rent Scream. Once again, this was foolish on my part being fully aware and still scared of knifes, stabbing, and blood. Even if it is just a movie, I covered my eyes and whimpered through the entire thing. I also slept in my aunt's bed and cried the whole night, because I kept having nightmares about people with knifes. To this day, I get mad anxiety when I see one of those masks. 

Birthday: FRIGHT NIGHT 3D

As if this movie wasn't terrible already, we have to put it in 3D. I realized during the previews that I had made a huge mistake. I was so stressed, I should have taken an entire bottle of Xanax. It didn't help that Michael purposely scared me during one of the previews and I almost experienced a "fade out." My family also refers to this as the possum. As in, "Oops, someone scared Shelene again and she possum-ed." Possuming is when I black out and my body collapses due to being surprised or stressed from a recent scare. My brother use to wait by the door to jump out and scare me just to watch me possum. It's not funny, I promise, don't try it! 

Anyways, Michael scared me and I experienced slight tunnel vision but thankfully came out of it. The first half of the movie was really scary for me and I was on top of my friends, with my feet up, and my coat covering my throat and half my face during most of it. But the second half was a little corny and I managed. 

I was worried that when I drove home and entered my dark house that I would still be scared, but I realized that I was NO longer afraid of vampires! I'm proud to say that a Colin Farrell movie helped me overcome my irrational fear at the age of 24. Maybe being a little stressed out on my birthday was all I needed to check one more phobia off my list. Go me!