As promised...

Circus - Shelby and Lee Edition!
We will be back to our regularly scheduled posting tomorrow. Until then, enjoy!


If it doesn't work here, try this link: Youtube.
For whatever reason, I can't watch the video on my iPod from youtube.
So I'm going to embed it here just incase that magically fixes it.

Stay Tuned

No, I haven't been ignoring you guys.
I've been editing together a new Shelby and Lee music video!
Here's a sneak peak:Check back later tonight for the finished product. :)

Confusing Relationships

You know, for the past few days I've felt extremely frustrated with the route my life is going down.
I got a C+ on my History test, which stressed me out so much. I studied my ass off for that test, and it didn't even pay off.
Then I've been sick, and I'm still fighting it. Someone asked me today if I was sick. I didn't even realize you could hear it in my voice anymore.
And I have a giant planet-sized pimple on my forehead. It's so painful that it's infuriating. My skin was finally starting to even out, and then this horrible thing popped up.

But the thing that's really starting to wear me down is relationships. Some of the guys involved read this blog, but sadly I need to get it all off of my chest.
I have a number of guys interested in me right now. A number that is higher than 3.
Each of these guys tells me I'm beautiful. Each of them tells me that they love my personality, and that I'm cute and quirky.
But my problem is... what do I do in a situation where a number of GOOD guys like me? Each one of them has their good and bad qualities, but each of them is sweet and caring and have shown a real interest in me, not just a material interest.
I sound like a whiny brat, complaining about all the boys that like me. But they're all really sweet.
Even with all of these guys, tonight when Drew told me he asked someone out (that turned him down), I still got sort of hurt. Feeling as if I was being replaced. It crushed me.
What crushed me worse was when I told him it hurt me, he called me a "self-centered selfish bitch".
I can't win. I constantly get cut down and called names. No wonder my self-esteem is so low.
But I've got guys constantly texting me, calling me, IMing me. All of them say they miss me, want to talk to me. I love the attention, I hate the situation it puts me in.
Like Daniel. He's sweet, but I couldn't date him because he's 22.
Then there's Nathan. I'd like to get to know him better. I'd even like to date him. He's 21. So that's probably a no.
Then there's Haney (Andrew). I really like Haney. I need to get to know him better, but I really like him. But he lives in Ohio. But I'm not counting him out. Why? He's 19. Bingo age.
Every guy that likes me is over 20. To be honest, I'd even pursue it if the over 20 guys really showed an interest.
They haven't showed a major interest yet. Daniel is still too old, though.
He came over today. We played Left 4 Dead, and then we walked to Subway.
I saw a tree and took a picture with it because the tree was pretty, and I felt that I should share my beauty with it.So my day was pretty okay in general. Not amazing.
I need to work on my sociology project, and then I need to comment all of your blogs.
So, hopefully I find a solution to my problem soon.
And fix my webcam, which has decided to become pixely for no reason.What the frick. The picture is tiny.

Feeling better, Tiffany on the other hand...

Puked on my desk.
I come in, sit down with my coffee, and then I notice the giant pile of wet cat food sitting on my desk.
The problem is, it was the dry cat food. So, I knew it was puke.
And it was on my headphones.
And the floor.

Seriously, that is annoying to the power of frustrating.
I hate puke. I hate any sort of bodily liquid. It makes me gag.
And my mom wasn't home, so I had to clean it up.
That was a traumatizing experience, let me tell you.

Oh, plus I've been depressed. Drew called me a neurotic bitch. I can take a lot of things, but when you start cutting me down like that, I just can't stand it.
It's frustrating. Whenever we have a disagreement, he takes the low road and calls me things that he knows will make me shut up because I'm so upset.

I'm still really tired from being woken up by nausea at 3 AM night before last. I still haven't recovered from my heavy lack of sleep.
I keep zoning out trying to type this post actually.
I don't know that I'll be able to get very much farther with what I'm typing.
I'm still stuffy, still nauseous. I have two papers to do, and I'll probably work on them over the weekend.

I'm going to see if Daniel wants to hang out this weekend. Me and him and really gotten close. We have a lot in common. He's an English major just like me, so we know a lot of the same things.
It's refreshing, having a guy around that treats me like I want to be treated.
Yep, that was a jab at Drew. I don't care. He treats me like crap.
He still does. 4 months after breaking up and I still deal with his bull all the time.
Maybe eventually he'll change.
If not I'll just murder him to feel better about myself.

Don't tell anyone I said that. Because if he winds up getting murdered I'll be blamed and I don't have time to go to court and lie about not doing it.
Because I'll probably be the one that did it.
After all, I'm a neurotic bitch.

I think I'm going to make some easymac and chill out and just zone. And watch some Desperate Housewives reruns.
I really enjoy these re-runs. Gives me the chance to look at things.

I'm sorry my posts are sort of... blah recently. It's my sickness I think. Eventually it'll get better. I hope.
I need get up to date with your blogs today. I love ya'll!

Quick Update

I'm sick, it sucks.
I can't really sit here for very long because I need to lay down. School has been taking a lot out of me.
I want you all to know that I haven't disappeared, I'm not neglecting you, and hopefully tomorrow I can give you a good post to satiate your thirst for my sense of humor and sharp sarcasm.
Because we all know that you guys can't live without me.

Thanks for all the warm wishes. Hopefully I'm better soon. Until then, I sound like an 80 year old chain smoker and have stomach pains like a stripper that ate some bad seafood off the buffet.

Hearts and hugs and kisses and loves!

p.s. I'm going to try commenting your blogs tonight. Usually I just comment the most recent post. Don't hold it against me, but seeing 100 unread posts is a bit... scary.

Red is Drop-Dead

So today I feel a bit more coherent than yesterday.
My post will have more substance than "OH GOD I THINK I'M DYING MY FACE IS ON FIRE JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T BREATH *wheeze wheeze wheeze*"
Although that's the basics of how my day went yesterday.
I spent the majority of my day in bed either A) Sleeping B) Playing Left 4 Dead with a raspy voice and very, very short attention span C) Crying in pain D) Crying because I couldn't find the t.v. remote

Yes, I did cry because I couldn't find the remote. But let it be known that I was exhausted and in pain and so I was just fed up with the situation and I DID NOT WANT TO WATCH THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NEW YORK CITY, OKAY?

I don't know what it was. I had a serious fever that was cooking me from the inside, but then I would turn on the fan and become frozen and have my joints lock up and ache whenever I moved. I couldn't win.
Woke up today having a nice, awful fever. But I knew I had to go to school.
Sure, I had two tests. But I had a lunch with Danny to attend to!
Of course that jerk-nuts almost ruined it.
"What time did you say to meet you?"
"12:30."
"Oh. I have work at 1."
"I am going to beat the crap out of you."
"Anything earlier?"
"I'll skip sociology."

I had a valid excuse. I really was too sick to sit through that class. I had a horrible fever and needed to get out in the fresh air, and that's what I did.
Oh, but I did call my mom to tell her I was skipping. And visited the teacher to let her know I was sick, and to pick up my sociology project.
My score was 38/40.
Yay! Procrastination works!

Anyway, back to today. I went to lunch dressed like this:You guys told me to wear red. So hell yes, I wore red. I went out and bought all that red. Those shoes? 30 bucks. But worth it. Painted my toes. Wore the red lipstick. I was just goin' for it.
We went to lunch, talked about life. Joked a lot. It felt like old times.
I was trying to eat mozarella sticks and the cheese kept stretching. I yelled, "I CAN'T CUT THE CHEESE!" And then I realized what I said. He was already laughing at me.
We laughed about how much we've matured since we last saw eachother. Back then we were "Danny and Lee." Now he goes by his full name, and I go by my official name. So we're "Daniel and Jerri." Sound all grown up and professional.

As for my tests today, I think I did solid B's. And considering I pulled that with the flu, I think that's quite the feat. The kicker? I told my teachers after the class that I had the flu, and they said I should've just told them and they would've let me make it up.
Bollocks. That would've saved me a lot of feverish disorientation while trying to understand Spanish that I've never learned before.

Oh, and I went to Denny's TWICE today.
I went once with Danny. And once with Danny the 2nd and KC.
Danny the 2nd is the Daniel we all know and love from my spanish class.
Man, that felt awkward. The waitress was like, you're back!
I bet she thought I was some friend-tramp. Taking all my hos to the same joint.

What Did I Do to Anger You, God?

I have a cold.
I would love to be studying history right now, but seriously... I can't.
This cold is mind-numbing.
I was going to go to the park with Jessie today, but I have to tell her I can't.
Usually I power through, but I want to be better before tomorrow.
I don't need to show up to school sick.

I feel so incredibly miserable.
Which is completely bogus. Yesterday I felt fine.
I was going to show you pictures of the new outfit I bought.
But seriously, I'm too sick. I can't sit up much longer.
Hope everyone has a better day than I'm having.