Top 10 list for Christmas

1.) A Car- I think that I need a new car because my dad takes mine and I have to drive my sisters. It sucks. So if I had a car of my own, I wouldn't have to drive my sisters car and all would be good.
2.) Sweaters- I really like sweaters. If I had more sweaters, it would add to my sweater collection and make
for a great sweater season.
3.) Perfume from Victoria's Secret- It smells really good, there are like 8 different scents in one bottle.
4.) Gift Cards for Pants- I'm pretty sure that all my pants shrink in the washer and it really bothers  me when my pants don't touch the ground.
5.) Shoes- More shoes for my collection.
6.) Sex & The City Season 6- With the final season, I will have the complete collection of the greatest show
ever.
7.) Camera- I would like a camera because I only have pictures that my friends take. My parents have a camera, but they never let me use it. A camera of my own would be nice.
8.) A new cell phone- Blackberry's are stupid, meaning that I need a less stupid phone.
9.) A North Face Jacket- I need a jacket that is light and can be used when it is not cold enough for a
Letterman's jacket.
10.) An I-Pad- Those things are so cool! My uncle has one and he let me use it and I was instantly hooked.
I really want one.

To Be, Or Not To Be.

     To live, or to die? That is the question. Is it more noble to let my mind suffer from the misfortunes being thrown at me? Or to take action and do something about them, to make them stop. Death compared with sleep. If i don't sleep anymore and just die, all my pain and suffering will end. This might be a good option for me, to end all my pain. But to sleep there is a chance of dreaming, there is the catch. For when your dead you don't dream. When you die respect is given for those whose life has been lost. All the hardships in life that make life seem so long. Who can handle the whips and scorns of time. The wrongs made by oppressors, the proud mans humiliation, the laws delay. The arrogant officials, the scorn that those who are unworthy that take credit for their patient praise. When he who is quiet makes way with an unsheathed dagger? Who would these burdens bare, under a tiresome life. But the horrible thing about after death is the unknown area where once you go, you never come back. This area makes us live with the problems we have rather than to give us others we haven't had before. Being alive make us all cowards and the complexion of one resolved action of those with a pale thought and enterprise with great moment and insides of flowers. Because of consideration things go wrong and lose all plans of action.

Thanksgiving Break 2011

     Over Thanksgiving break I had many different experiences. I experienced Black Friday for the first time, went Christmas tree hunting, and almost began to hate hot tubs. For Thanksgiving dinner, we went over to the McCullough’s house, which was awesome since they always have really good food. I got a call from a friend and they informed me that they were going to go Black Friday shopping and wanted to know if I wanted to go. Obviously I was all for that because I love shopping, and I had never experienced Black Friday before. I spent the next hour trying to convince my mom to let me go. I had to ruin all the plans I had for the next day to build, breakdown, and preview a movie that wasn’t even that good. It also didn’t help that there were people there who were telling her not to let me go. Once I convinced her, I got out of there as fast as I could before she could change her mind. Never before have I seen so many people in Wal-Mart at one time. There were lines all over the place. It was a good thing that we were all wearing the same jacket or I definitely would have gotten lost. The main thing we went there to get was a game, and since the group was so impatient we left and went to Target which didn’t open for another 2 hours and there was already a line forever long. They then proceeded to complain that they were really hungry, so we went to I-Hop. At that time, the smell of food made me nauseous, so I spent a majority of the time outside walking around in a circle and kicking a stick. I don’t recommend doing that because the people who saw me probably thought I was crazy; I received some of the weirdest looks. By the time I get back inside, they tell me that they pawned me off with a group of girls who were sitting behind us. I was kind of offended. We went back to Wal-Mart and then waited in the wrong line for a game that was full price, not even on sale. The next destination was the mall. The line there was so long, and I’m pretty sure that there was a fight about to break loose. I ended up going home with my mom, because she didn’t feel it was appropriate for me to go home with a bunch of guys at 1 in the morning. I had to spend the next hour and a half with her and my sister, I was about ready to freak out, they were driving me CRAZY! We got home at 2:30 in the morning, and as much as I wanted to sleep in, I definitely didn't get to.
     The next day I literally woke up and went to the movie theater to hold up my part of the deal. I was somewhat terrified about being in there alone because a friend once told me that there is a little Chinese boy that haunts it, and I totally believe him. Eventually my mom showed up and she helped me, but then I had to be there for a free movie, and to preview the next movie since I have a history of ruining the movies when I build them.  And as it turns out I did ruin it. I put two different types of film together, which only caused problems for my mother. Later that night I went hot tubing, it was a pretty good time. So then the next night I went hot tubing again. It didn’t end so well that time. Somehow I ended up on their bathroom floor, because I passed out. I had Lindi take me home and I don't really remember how we got to town so fast, because Lindi claims that she was driving the speed limit.
     On Sunday I spent the morning with my class, Christmas tree hunting. That was way more fun than I thought it would be. I didn’t really do much though because I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t trust me with a chainsaw, and I’m not exactly strong enough to drag a tree by myself. I left early with my dad and brother because I had homework to do, but I brought home the wrong book, so that homework didn't actually happen. I never found out how the rest of Christmas tree hunting went, although I did hear that there was a snowball fight that I gladly missed out on. These three events made this Thanksgiving break an okay one. Things could have gone better, but then again they could have been worse.            

Worst Winter Ever.

My junior year of high school was probably the worst year yet. Things were going good for a while until snow started to fall. It was all downhill from there. In exactly one season I had massive car issues, almost didn’t get a date to prom, and wanted to drop out of school to work at Costco. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was on my way home from Kristyns house after losing for the first time in Monopoly and it was super dark and the roads were really icy. I got to my turnoff and I was going about 5 miles per hour, and I hit a patch of ice and I slid right into the guardrail. I broke a light on my car and to make it worse Chace Walker saw the whole thing.

A few months later a few friends and I were going to go prom dress shopping. I was leaving Brooke’s house to go home and get ready, and everything was going just great, we were right on schedule. I leave my house and head to town and all of the sudden my check engine light comes on and my car starts shaking. I call my dad and he tells me to come home so I do and he looks at my car and says “Your car is out of oil”. We then argued about the light that is supposed to come on when you need to check your oil and how my car doesn’t have one. I didn’t know I was supposed to check my oil every month or so. No one told me that. I later convinced my dad to let me take his truck to Billings and he caved, but while in Billings someone hit his truck and I had no idea. He called me the next day and said when he got to Bozeman his tail light was out, like literally hanging out of the truck.

Around the same time I was asked to prom, and I said no. I have said no to people before and someone else still asked me, but that year’s prom was sketch. I almost didn’t go. I had a dress ordered and everything. I was fully prepared to send it back the day after I got it. I’m pretty sure that my friends had to force the guy who asked me to ask me. Then he kept giving me these rules I had to follow or else he wouldn’t go with me. The rules consisted of no talking, let him do whatever he wants, he makes all the decisions, and I couldn’t really be there at all. It was so stressful!

Not only was I dealing with extreme car troubles and an almost non-existent prom, I was also dealing with school work. The two worst classes I have ever taken are Frontier Literature and A.P. Statistics. The problem about Frontier Lit. was that I didn’t care about stupid cowboys or Indians. And for some reason that’s all the class was about. Ms. Nathe said she would try to get us out of the class room once every week. We went on a field trip one time. The only good thing that came from that class was crazy bean. Stats. was a fun class, basically because all we talked about was birth control. But there were bad parts to it also. For instance, on one of the probability quizzes I got an 18 percent without the curve, but with the curve I got a 36 percent. That did not treat my grade well. The A.P. test rolled around and it turns out the whole thing was probability! I had no idea what I was doing at all on the test. I didn’t even test out either. I spent the whole year learning statistics and I didn’t even pass the stupid test.

After all of these events happened I was ready to drop out of school and work at Costco. My dad worked at Costco once and from what I heard they had great benefits. I went home and told my mom about my genius plan to work at Costco and she told me that they probably wouldn’t hire a high school drop-out. Right then and there she crushed my hopes and dreams. Now I need a back-up plan for my back-up plan.   

Halloween Horros

     I hate Halloween. This specific holiday is probably my second least favorite, after Valentines Day of course for obvious reasons. Sometimes I think that people purposely try to scare me because they know I will freak out. Every single Halloween has been somewhat disappointing or extremely frightful. I have tons of Halloween horror stories but just one that really takes the cake.
     I remember this occasion like it was yesterday. I was in the eighth grade and we had no plans for night activities. I figured we would go trick-or-treating or steal candy from little kids. Instead the group decides to watch scary movies at Rubys house. I despise scary movies, they actually make me physically sick, and I start shaking. But, I refused to go spend Halloween alone at home with my parents. I didn’t want to feel like a loser.
     We arrive at Rubys and just hang out in her kitchen eating candy and drinking pop and choosing movies. I obviously would much rather watch a happy movie than a scary movie, so I suggest a movie and they shut me down saying, “It’s Halloween! We have to watch a scary movie!” After they yelled at me I stopped talking, it was clear that my opinion did not matter in this situation.

     Eventually they agree on one of the Saw movies. I was TERRIFIED! For some reason I see these serial killer movies and then just automatically assume that it is going to happen to me. I was actually sitting in her living room facing the opposite wall of the television playing games on my cell phone. I can still hear the screams and picture the scenes of people being brutally tortured in my mind.

     Rubys sister, Rachel, decided to play a cruel joke on us. She just so happened to have a Saw mask, so she put it on and slammed on the window. I’m pretty sure we all screamed. It was not a funny joke.

     Awhile later, Lindi, Kristyn, and I leave to go to one of their older friends houses. As we are walking along I kept looking behind me, terrified that some crazy guy on a tricycle was going to abduct me and make me play a horrible game until I die. They then get the bright idea to go to the scary house in town for some candy. These people go all out. I mean there are dummies hanging in the trees, fog machines, weird noises, and screams of innocent children along with people who look like dummies, but are actually real. I decide to stay behind because after hearing parts of Saw I was too scared. I wait by the house owner’s car on the sidewalk and Lindi and Kristyn walk up and we start talking. All of the sudden a chain saw starts. I turn around and there is a guy with a mask and a chainsaw directly behind me.

      We all scream bloody murder and book it to our next destination. About a block later we start walking, we are laughing thinking “Wow that was scary.” Next thing we know the chainsaw starts again and the guy starts chasing us! We scream AGAIN and run all the way to the house we were going to.

       Once we arrived at their friend’s house we told them the story. They laughed at us. It is pretty safe to say that was the worst Halloween of my life. Now every time someone wants to watch a scary movie I go into another room, even if it is in my own house. Sometimes it can be pretty awkward. Halloweens like this are the exact reason why I hate this holiday.  

Theater Experience

               “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this year’s tryout for The Princess and the Frog! Today you will go through an extensive tryout process that is both physically and mentally demanding” said the play director. I assumed he was the one in charge, mainly because he was the one doing all the talking. As he went on he talked about how we would have to introduce ourselves the way actors and actresses did with feeling and emotion.

                “Okay” said the director, “Now I want you guys to line up around the gym according to your size. Then I will give you the next set of directions” The gym became insanely crazy. There were people everywhere, it was like we were playing bumper cars, but without the cars, and they just got to watch us run into each other. I think it was a plot for their own personal amusement.

We finally got situated after a little bit of help from the director and his minions. I personally don’t see why they don’t just line you up in alphabetical order, it’s a way faster and easier process than having children ages six through thirteen running around in a tiny area. 

“Now we will have you introduce yourselves, be sure to include you grade and age. The first time around we will have you introduce yourselves with an insane amount of enthusiasm.” And with that the tryout procedure began, starting with the little kindergartners all the way up to the big bad eighth graders. My turn rolled around and I tried my hardest to impress them so I could be in the play. “My name is Shelby Arant” I said with enormous amounts of excitement “I’m in the eighth grade and I am 13 years old!” I figured yelling it with a smile would do the trick. I was feeling pretty confident with myself. For the next part of the tryout we had to go around saying which part we wanted in the play if we knew. Most of the people knew, but there were a few that didn’t.

“Thank you students. That is the end of the tryout procedure. Give us just a few minutes to make our decisions and we will let you know.” Most of the students were feeling pretty confident with their tryout; it wasn’t often that someone got rejected from the Missoula Children’s Theater plays program. The director and his minions came out once again and had us all sit in the middle of the gym. They then began to call out the names of the students who made the play. “Thank you to all who tried out” said the director.

As it turns out my name wasn’t chosen. Of course I was humiliated because I was trying out to be a stage hand. I mean who doesn’t get chosen to be a stage hand! I am sure they could have used all the help they could get with scenes, and keeping control of the little children. That was the first and last time I ever called my mother after school and told her I was going to try out for a Missoula Children’s Theater play. I always thought it would be fun to participate in one, but I never got the chance. So I guess I just have to assume that it sucks and is a horrible time to make myself feel better. The theater has been forever ruined for me and that’s all thanks to the Missoula Children’s Theater.

Why Love is So Complicated

     A lot of you may be wondering why love is so complicated. Well the truth is that love is easy, problems that get in the way cause tension and make love seem complicated. The definition of love is a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection. People often think that love is complicated because their other half may seem confusing or undecided about some issues in their life. They may even have some personal issues that they think "love" concerns. For example, people may assume that just because they're in a relationship with someone that they have to care about all of their problems. Well you really don't. Its their problem, not yours. You can care about the said issue, but caring to much would make love complicated because they would be depressed and then you wouldn't be happy and then they would start thinking that you have emotional issues and then you would think everything was fine, but then they would leave because you have to much emotional baggage and they want no part of that.
     Another way love can be complicated is when people are taken over by the Green Monster. Jealousy can be a big factor in making things complicated. In Othello, for example, Othello was taken over by jealousy and this resulted him going crazy and killing his wife and himself. Jealousy makes people assume the worst of their partner. They think that they are out doing who knows what with who knows who. It would make people assume that there are issues that really aren't there.
     Love triangles. No one likes a love triangle. These little geometric figures never end well because someone always gets hurt resulting in the loss of friendships and other important relationships. What if the decision you made ended badly, you're always thinking about what would have happened if you would have went with the other choice. I know from previous experience, and I still wonder what would have happened if I had chosen the other person. Love triangles can cause extreme amounts of confusion and consulting your friends will only make it worse.
     Friends make love seem complicated because they try and be your relationship counselor. Sometimes they know what the other person is thinking because they have confided in them but they won't tell you what is going on, which only adds more confusion to the situation. Sometimes advice from your friends can only complicate things more because you listen to them instead of what is in your heart.
      There are so many more factors that can make love seem complicated or confusing. I only touched on a few. Either way, Love is not complicated, the little problems that people make up or confusion about feelings for a person are just issues that make it somewhat difficult to allow yourself to be completely in love. Issues are bad when it comes to love because they only cause problems in what should just be a happy feeling. But again, Love is easy, problems are complicated.


  

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      Well hello there! My name is Desdemona. I just recently eloped with a black man named Othello. He won me over with his heart breaking war stories. I am truly in love with this man. He may have a bit of a temper but I feel that he is just stressed about his job. Because of my belief that he's nervous about his job, I allow him to hit me in public and do nothing about it. I am also somewhat dense. I did not know that woman would go off and cheat on their husbands. I mean who does that. I do not stand up for what I think is right and eventually this is going to get me killed by my own beloved husband. I believe that every woman is loyal to their husband and that no one ever in their right mind would go and do something so repulsive. I also think if my husband were ever to accuse me of cheating on him and then killed me because one of my good friends, whom I was trying to help get back on my husbands good side, was said to have been murdered and I was a little upset about it. I would still take all the blame for it, and forgive him for what he did to me.


                           

Which Disney Character I Think I am.

     If I were a Disney character, I think I would be Ariel from the Little Mermaid. She and I have a close connection. Her hair is red, I have a red tint in my hair. She likes to go on adventures, I like to go on adventures every once in a while. She is rebellious and sometimes disobeys her father, I occasionally disobey my parents, depending on what it is that i am disobeying. Her parents feel that she is still a little child and don't let her go out and have fun enjoying life. That is one thing we have in common. My parents think I'm 5 years old. I am the golden child in our house hold. Its very rare that i ever do anything that could get me into trouble. I mean the very few times that I have, I got into trouble but I knew what the consequences were going to be when I did it. But the point is that my dad thinks that I am going to be at home forever, I don't think he is realizing that I am going to college next year and all the rules he has made such as a curfew at 12:30, keeping him updated on every little thing I do, and telling him exactly who I am with is all going to change. He is not going to know every single detail of my life anymore. I think Ariel is probably just waiting for the day when she can go out and do whatever she wants. Ariel and I have some common connections, but the biggest one about how I relate to her is that my father thinks I am 5 and won't let me do anything ever.

The Animal I Most Definitely Do Not Want To Be.

     I don't exactly know what animal I would want to be, but I do know what animal I most definitely do not want to be. That animal would be a caterpillar. Besides the fact that they are gross, and creepy, and have like a million legs on their body, they are super dangerous. I recently learned that as a defence mechanism, caterpillars have developed the ability to shoot acid, and some have whip like organs that they wiggle to frighten away flies. They also have detachable tips called setae that will lodge in skin or mucus membrane. Some caterpillars even regurgitate acidic digestive juices to attack predators. Not all caterpillars are nice little herbivores. Some of them feed on eggs. The most dangerous caterpillars are red, black, and yellow striped. Some hairs on caterpillars are venomous and when they come in contact with humans serious injuries such as,  urticarial dermatitis, atopic asthma to osteochondritis, consumption coagulopathy, renal failure, and intracerebral hemorrhage. However, skin rashes are most common. It is pretty obvious that these insects have the ability to seriously harm and/or kill people. It is strongly advised to stay away from them to protect yourself from any harm that could be caused from these horrid creatures. These are just a few reason why I would most definitely not want to be a caterpillar.

Iago's point of view

I just despise Othello. He walks around like he is the coolest thing just because he is General. Then he goes and appoints that "nerd" Cassio to be his lieutenant. What is he thinking. I clearly have more experience in the field. Cassio has none, I am obviously the one who is better fit for this position. At least I have this idiot sidekick, Roderigo. He should know that I am just taking his money and using him. There is no way that I can help him get Desdemona. Oh my, I swear I will get my revenge on Othello. I will get Desdemona's father, Barbatio, and tell him that his beloved daughter Desdemona has run off and married a black man. That's it! I will then proceed to pretend to be Othello's friend. To trick him. Gosh I'm so smart.

The Last Time I Laughed Until I Cried.

     There has been exactly one time I actually remember laughing until crying, but I don't exactly remember what event it was that made me laugh until I cried. However, there have been many other times that I remember laughing really hard on the verge of crying. One time in when a group of my friends and I went camping along the Madison River. Chance had to pee really bad while we were floating so he peed on Kayla. That was super funny. A more recent time when I have laughed really hard was last Friday. Ruby, Brooke, Lindi, and I went to Livingston for ice cream at Dairy Queen. When we finished our ice cream we decided that we would cruise around Livingston for a bit. We go to the gas station because Ruby had to use the restroom. I found a bunch of brochures and I decided that I wanted one. Of course there are way to many to choose just one so I asked the cashier if they were free and she said yes. Ruby comes out of the bathroom and sees me taking brochures, I tell her to help me and she does, so we take one of every brochure. While in the process of taking the brochures a Mexican man comes up behind us and asks us if we are stealing. We explain to him that we asked if we could take them. He was on his way to Billings and needed directions so Ruby was telling him how to get there. Well I guess he was asking for a map to Billings and I told him "No, I don't think that they have brochures for mops." Ruby looked at me and said, "He said map you idiot." I was so embarrassed that I just said, "Oh." and walked out laughing.