Reason.

I've always been the one to self-diagnose, purely in the figuratively sense. Don't worry guys, I leave all that other stuff to the doctor's. But what I mean is, I know when I'm in a situation and how to get out of or through it. For example, when I'm facing a difficult decision, after a minute or two of thought I immediately know the right choice. However, even though I have this trait, I don't always use it. I often, like many others, choose with my flesh and not my mind. And as I pondered on this topic a little more extensively, I realized that this trait is in us all, we just refuse to listen to it. Common sense tells us how to dodge consequences and pain. God tells us how to seek refuge in him from things in this world that hurt us, yet we seek it in other places. It's a concept that just stares us in the face, and we just choose to ignore it. I feel so incredibly human when I realize that I've been turning my head to the one thing that could bless me the most; the gift of reason.

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.

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.

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?

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. (: