Child.

You young, naive you. I am so jealous of your life. Right now, at your age, I bet you just want to be a big kid. So you can sit at the grown up table on holidays. So you can walk across the street without holding Mommy's hand, but above all of those things, I would wager that you just want to be treated like an adult. I know this, because I felt the exact same way, years ago.
But you want to know a secret? Being a "Grown Up" isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's filled to the rim with expectations, pressure, jealousy, and && just downright pain. Now, let me add on to that. Just because all of these feelings are still constantly surrounding you, doesn't mean there's no room for Happiness. For Laughter. For Memories. For Love.
So treasure your time in that small frame. Do everything you should do as a child. Don't take it for granted, cherish every second. Immaturity is not defined by age, but attitude.
I know you will most likely not understand this right now, but do me favor. Take this paper, fold it up, and keep it safe. && one day when you're feeling the same as I described before, you can take out that old tattered note, and read it once again. Even though by then it will be too late, this will hopefully bring you comfort and understanding. That just because we're not the age of a child, doesn't mean we can't have the atittude of one.

A Letter On Opening Up.

Dear you,
Yes you. The beautiful person reading this letter. You have something you want to get off your chest, don't you? I bet you have a past, I bet you want to let go of that past. You may even be going through a time in your life now that you just want to end. You have made mistakes, too many to count on a thousand hands. But don't worry, I am guilty of all these things as well.
So why am I writing this? Not to point out your flaws or condemn you, but because I know how you can let go of anything you need to let go of. I can tell you the secret, as soon as your ready to listen.
All you need to do...is Open Up. Find someone in your life, dead or alive, with you or not, girl or boy, doesn't matter. As long as you can trust them, with all of the stories, and secrets your about to tell. I myself, repented to three people, and they all have kept their promise: To never let me go, && to never let my secrets go.
Once you find that person, tell them everything. Open Up, it will change your life. As your speaking you will feel tears fall down like rain, whole sentences of your story being erased. You will feel chains being torn off, && burdens that were once too heavy to bear, becoming as light as a feather. You; That wonderful person you are, finally have freedom. You look at yourself in a whole new way, no longer worried && confused.
Then, life goes on. But more importantly, life goes on Happily. You now have peace in yourself, and peace in others. Every now && then you'll remember who you used to be, but it will be a memory in the form of a lesson. And you are no longer the student, you are the teacher.

Sincerely,
Someone like you.

PS: Those three people I opened up too? They were: My two best friends, && God. So I guess you could say, My three Best Friends.

Mwahahaha.

Halloween is right around the corner, and I am FREAKING OUT. I really really love Halloween. It is my absolute favorite Holiday, and every year I count down the days until it comes. Not only is Halloween my favorite holiday, it also falls on the last day of my favorite month, October. I don't know what it is about October, but I just enjoy it so much. Maybe it's the weather, all of the new scary movies, the spooky feel, or the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes, but it comes so slow, and ends too soon.

Odly enough, I'm not really a big Trick-or-Treater. I think it's my age, but I'm not that crazy about it. What I do like, is dressing up and just walking around the neighborhood with friends, or going to Halloween parties. This year I'm dressing up as....Harry Potter. Yeah, yeah...I'm a major nerd; I know. But I'm excited, and my costume is really great.

So, have a great Halloween!

Imperceptions.

-I wrote this poem a while back about the people in my acting class. We did an I Am poem, where you pretty much just write a poem stating who You Are. After hearing everyones I just became inspired, so here you go.

To know someone,
What is it really?
Is it to know their favorite color,
Or their hopes and dreams?

I thought I knew them,
But I was wrong.
Every soul has a different story.
Every mind has a different thought.
Perceptions are like any diagnosis,
Rarely correct.

I now no longer have an idea of them,
I have an Identity.

Writer's Block.

Writer's Block: Most Annoying Thing in the world.
All I want to do is write, but I have nothing to write about. So, I'm just gonna talk about my life recently. It's been...pretty lame. Kind of depressing, kind of fun, well not really. I just don't have much to say. This is very lame excuse for a post, so I'm gonna post later today. && It's going to be good.

Patch of Blue Sky in this Storm.

Lately, my life has been a storm. At times it's like the people around me sound like booming thunder, and their words strike me like lightning. As they surround me, tears fall from my eyes like pouring rain. But then something happens, something that makes me forget about them. And then the storm clears, while my pouring tears slowly turn into droplets. Everything becomes blue. And there is a small window of serenity, before the storm starts up again.
I cherish this time so much. I cherish every moment, every smile, and every friend that is by my side. And even though I know it won't last forever, that doesn't make me love it any less.

Words.

Words;
To me, they play like an instrument.
Every letter a music note,
They sing a story;
A melody of a melodrama.

Words have impacted my life lately, in a negative and positive way. They have made my life a roller coaster, always going up and down in my emotions. I just read a few posts from my friend Hannah's blog: http://route6631.blogspot.com. She wrote a list of 100 things she wanted to do before you die, which I have already read in person. But seeing this list && looking at all of the carefree, cazy things she wrote down, made me realize that life is so much more than just words. What I mean is, we focus everyday on what people say to us, or what people say about us. But why? When you die, are you gonna look back && say "Do you remember when Me && Annie got in the argument?", or are you gonna say, "Do remember when we jumped out of that airplane? When we felt the air rush through us. That mixed feeling of adrenaline and fear." Hannah's post just really got me thinking that I worry too much.

I am Shelbi Nichole Weaver. I am a very guarded and slightly paranoid person. I express myself through writing. I love Hot Tea && Doctor Who. I love to be social, but I tend to take attention away from myself. I have a spontaneous, wonderful, && crazy life with a wonderful Best Friend && Family. Those are my words, what are yours?

I See Seattle...

I'm almost there. The city is getting closer, as the hours get shorter. What city, you ask? SEATTLE. Yes, my dream city. It is the one place I've wanted to go since I was a little girl, always dreaming of seeing the snow, and the cold air.
I lived in Mississippi my whole life, and even though we got frost, we never really got snow. And when we moved to Hawaii, well that didn't exactly help my longing for the cold. Granted, I know it won't be snowing in Seattle now, but that doesn't bring down any of my excitement. I am so psyched!
So, I'm sitting in the airport now, as we wait for our flight. I talk to you guys when I get there, or when I get internet. Byes. (:

Worst Twenty Minutes.

So, this morning, it wasn't a good one. Actually, it was a freaking terrible one. This morning sucked so bad, that I seriously thought my life was a broken vacuum cleaner...Wait. What? Wow Shelbi, that was a pretty bad joke. (Hey, at least I try.)
Anywhoo, I bet your probably wondering right about now, why my morning sucked like a broken vacuum* cleaner.Well, let me paint you a picture....

I'm getting dressed for school, and my stepdad knocks on my door to see if I wanted a ride to the bus stop, because he was driving to the gym, so he could just drop me off. I said yes, threw on a cardigan && went downstairs to grab my morning coffee. As I was getting coffee, the coffee machine was being a total butt cracker && spilled HOT COFFEE all over my hand. Which burnt, just a little. So I finally got my coffee && went to car. Homer dropped me off, and I noticed it was raining kind of hard, but when you live where I do, that's not uncommon. So, I ignored it, and walked over to my friends. We were standing under some trees, to stay dry, when my best friend said she was getting pretty much attacked my mosquitos, so was I. So, we walked over to the sidewalk, and as I was walking something made me slip, and I fell like a rock into water, literally. I fell on pure, slippery concrete. I tore up my leg, and spilled my coffee.

After "It" happened, I immediately picked up my coffee (Which I cared about most at the moment. Aren't my priorities straight?) and looked at my leg. -ATTENTION: If you are easily queasy, don't read the next few sentences.- Blood was just pouring from all of my gashes. It was terrible. Blood was mixing with dirt and rain, and I could feel the light headedness already. I realized I couldn't go to school like this, so I ran home, grabbed some jeans && band-aids, and tried to clean up my cuts a little. Then, ran back to the bus stop. (I miss the bus a lot && I really didn't want to miss it in the first month of school.) But, by the time I got there, it was to late.

So, I walked back home, in the POURING rain with a bleeding leg, and soaked hair. I probably looked like a mess. But, it doesn't end there, folks. Once I got home, I had a missed call. Turns out it was my other best friend from back home telling me that one of my favorite teachers just died. Great. Just freaking fine and dandy. So I did what everybody does when they just had all their nerves shot in twenty minutes, I broke into my Coffee Ice Cream stash and watched TV.

So, that was my day hopefully yours was better, and sorry to be so negative, I just really needed to get that off my chest.

*FunFact: I had to Google how to spell vacuum. :D

First Impressions.

So, you know First Impressions? Well, I kinda screwed up mine. Ha? Yeah, your probably angry, and I totally understand. I should've kept writing, but to tell you the truth, I didn't have much to write about. I was living an extremely boring life, which was okay with me, because when I first started the Blog, my life was crazy. So, a little bit of boring was much needed. But, nevertheless, I WILL WIRITE! At least 4 days a week; Thats a fair trade, eh?

So, starting today, will be the first week of my new Blogger-Lifetstyle. And, if I succeed, then a surprise will be in store for all my readers. That's right. A surprise. So, stick around, it'll be worth it. (:

The Summer of NO Sleep && Harry Potter.

PART 1)
What comes to your mind when you first think of summer? Sun, Beach, Best Friends, Lemonade, Swimming, Reading books all day in a hammock? All of these are so... pleasant. But, it seems lately all of these pleasant activities are totally messing up my sleep cycle.
My best friend Clara is staying with me for a month this summer, && since she's never been to Hawaii, (Yes, I live in Hawaii. It's not all it's cracked up to be.) she wants to do alot of things. Like, today we stayed at the water park all day, so you think I would be extremely tired. Think Again. Since, were best friends we obviously stay up late regularly. Doing things like painting our nails, watching stupid teen movies, talking about our feelings, && of course watching Angel. So, my body is used to going to bed at like 2 a.m. && waking up at 11 a.m. to watch Doctor Who. So, because of this, no matter how unbelievably worn out && tired my body is, my brain is WIDE AWAKE. Ugh...
Sorry, for all the rambling, but I just really wanted to tell you guys that.

PART 2)
These past few days I've been resisting the new Deathly Hallows trailer && I must admit; It is an EXTREMELY diffucult task. Haha, like the other day, it came on while I was eating chips, && I started crunching really loudly && crinkling the chip bag while singing A Very Potter Musical, just to tune out the trailer. My mom was right next to me. She said I was Crazy. (:
But, I will stay strong.
No Deathly Hallows trailer for me! :D

P.S: The "&&" is not a grammar mistake. It's just what I do.

Elloo!

Well, Hi There.
My names Shelbi.
[Insert shaking of hands here]
So, just gonna give you a heads up.
I'm not exactly normal. I LOVE Doctor Who, YouTube, Mythbusters, SyFy, History, and Literature.
(Pretty much anything dorky)
But, I also love Fashion.
I guess you can call me a Modern Nerd.
So, I hope you'll stay with me on this wonderful journey of random blogging, because it will be well worth it.

P.S: && yes my nails ARE blue. (: