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Name: Shelbers (Shelb)
Birthday: 3/22/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Tennis and music and riding my fourwheeler. Tennis, if you ask me is the best sport in the world, though i HATE the coach. The music i listen to is mostly Skillet.
Expertise: I Don't know...maybe school.
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AIM:  Shelbers322
Member Since:
9/24/2005
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| So, this weekend I went up to Shelbyville, Indiana and played some basketball. It was fun. I really did have fun. I improved, too. According to my coach, I improved a TON. Whatever. After two days of barely playing at all, I went to starting and tipping just like in JV. Well, then today, we played and I started, and I was suprised. I only got to start this weekend because I was the only other player who wasn't Melissa and has played with the team before to make the 5 starters. So, I played.
I need a job...no one has called me. I guess i'll have to call them. I hate calling people I don't know. I'd rather meet them in person.
Tennis started today. I got to go for about an hour, and, well, I suck again. 3 weeks and I'm playing like I was when I was a freshman. yay me.
Sam leaves in a little over a week or so. I'm really really gunna miss her. her going away party is Saturday. I've been working on her present. I hope she likes it.
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| So, it's been a little while since i've posted in here.
School's out, YAY! well, actually, no yay because now i'm bored all the time and i'm wishing I could go back. But, within the next week, my schedule will become very hectic. I'm supposed to be getting an internship and we think we might have found one for me at a place called Pretty Incredible of Louisville. I called on Wed. but no one answered, so, I e-mailed her THursday night, and she e-mailed me Friday morning and told me to come to her office at about 2:30 or 3, but I didn't get the e-mail until about 8:30 PM. heheh. So, I e-mailed her back and told her that i'll call her Monday so hopefully we can set up another interview. I hope I did not blow it.
Next week i have basketball games starting up. Summer basketball. I haven't touched a basketball since the practice before Sectional! I have a game Tuesday and about a 45 minute practice to go over plays beforehand. Then I have one Thursday and then Friday we travel about 2 hours to go play 2 games in one day, and we might get a hotel, and then we'll play 3 times Saturday. Oy. I'm gunna die! And, that Saturday i have a Graduation party, so, i'm kinda at a dilemma(sp?). Do I go play basketball for a weekend or do I go to my friend's graduation party? I really want to go to that Party, but I kinda wanna play. but, I mean, I have a whole month of basketball, and only one graduation party. Then, if I start work, oy...i'll never be home. And mom says that if I don't get a job and SOON, then I will not be driving because my insurance is too expensive. Not to mention gas.
I don't really have much more to say besides prom was fun, though I didn't dance much. I mean, I danced with my friends, yeah...but...oh...nevamind.
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| Prom is Sauturday. I'm just ready for it to be over already. I hope it cracks up to be all i've expected it to be. My tan lines are horrible. I had a tennis tournament on Saturday and i got fried, and now the lines are worse.
I don't really have a lot to say. Just that prom is Saturday, and then the day after I have a banquet thing to go to, then i'm leaving on an overnight trip with the Outdoor Club at school, well, only 13 of us.
7 days left of school. 7!! Then I'll be a Senior. That's still a pretty scary thought.
Tennis is over at the end of this week. :( I don't want it to be over! No! Sectional is Thursday and Friday. We drew an undefeated team on Thursday. We played them earlier this year, and all of our matches were close, but none of us pulled through and won. Shauver wants us to kick some Warrior butt. I hope we do, just so maybe he will be a little more proud of the team this year and maybe he will coach next year. Who knows, though? Today was our last real match. We won. I won mine 6-3 6-2. | | |
| The week is half over, and only 2 days left until the weekend. Mother's day is this Sunday, and I have something special planned for mom. I just wish she was off of work, I'd take her to go do something, but, she has to work.
I just got back from shooting practice. As I look down at my hands, I realize that there is still gunpowder on my hands from where I had a couple floopers and had to shove the wad out of the barrel and then pick it out with my fingers. *gets up to wash hands* While up at line, I find it's very calming to think about the Pirates of the Carribean Music and to take slow deep breaths with your eyes closed so you do not see anything. All I hear is Pirates of the Carribean and a couple "pulls" and gunfire. All you can smell is Gunpowder Solvent, oil, and Gunpowder, mixing to make a scent that you learn to love as you go to shoot. When I smell that mixture, I can't help but to smile and think of a clay pigeon that you dusted so it lookes like it just went "poof". It calms nerves and shakes, it's harder to shoot whenever you're shaking. So, I wait for the person at the station to my left to say pull and shoot, then I get up on my front (left) foot, and take my right heel off the ground, shut the chamber on my gun, and take a deep breath as I pull the butt of the gun up to my shoulder. I then shut my left eye and look down the barrel and line up the sights and put it at the spot on the trap house that I had been taught. I take another deep breath, blink, and then I say "Pull." and the perfect orange clay pigeon comes soaring out the the trap house at the perfect speed and perfect angle. I pull my barrel up and get just a itty bitty bit below the bird, or to the right of the bird, or to the left of the bird or right on the bird, depending on the angle the bird comes out and pull the trigger. I feel the recoil on my shoulder and I look up to see that I have dusted my bird. I look at my coach, smile, and mouth "smokin'" then I shuck the shell case out of my chamber, and reload, close my eyes and think about the Pirates of the Carribean Music. It was that routine that got me my 22, 23, 20, and 22 again, each out of 25. As my coach would say "it's not fun unless you're bustin' targets!" and he'd do his customary wink and go on to tell us our scores. And, as Katie's dad would ask "How many did you hit this time, Grasshopper?" and I'd say "Grasshopper hit _____ this time...". Some people may think it's strange that shooting helps you calm down. It helps relieve stress. I told my tennis coach that one day, and he asked "How does it do that? Do you pretend the birds are peoples' heads?" and I said, "no, when you're up at the line, you have to forget everything and totally clear your mind of all the stress of the day. When you are done, you've forgotten most of your troubles." I could not be happier that I had shooting practice today. I needed it. | | |
| Wow...it's amazing! two posts in one week!!
Today was the band concert. The first song we played kinda sucked, then, the last 3 were good. The last one, Pirates of the Carribean ROCKED! We begged and begged to make it the last one, because we were gunna play Marches of America last, which is a medley of military songs, but we finally got her make Pirates last. It was a great choice because it has this big boom ending that just leaves the whole gym quiet afterwards.
I was so nervous. About the time we got to POTC, I was a little calmer, but, by the time we got to my solo, I was shaking so bad that I could barely play the next part with Ivy.
I got to drive my car by myself today. It's a stick shift, so, it's difficult to learn. I had no problem shifting gears, my problem was taking off. I always seemed to kill it as I was taking off. Well, I drove it down to school with my mom and dad behind me, and I didn't kill it once, but, it helped a lot since I practiced a lot this morning going up and down my driveway. I think our new neighbor thinks I'm crazy. hehe. Anywho, I'm gunna try driving it to school tomorrow. I hope it all works out, lol. It used to be that when I got into that car and I woudl kill it, I'd get frustrated and I'd end up slamming my fists into the steering wheel or I'd hit the brakes really hard, which is bad becuase they aren't anti-lock brakes. But, my car is a little better to drive now, but, my insurance is about 800 bucks a year, which my parents are paying right now, luckily, seeing how I don't have a job, but, it'll be about 60 bucks a month, JUST FOR LIABILITY. ONLY LIABILITY! It's classified as a Sports car, which boosts the insurance. I'm driving a 1991 Eagle Talon Turbo. It was made to look like a Mitsubishi Eclipse. And, it does. My dad was to by this horrible decal for the side of it. it's an eagle head with blue, silver, and red streamer-type stuff behind it. I do not like that idea...I'll just stick to the dark blue until I can afford to have my uncle paint it for me. Then i'll get it painted the color of my mom's car...Arctic Blue. It's gorgeous.
I have a tennis match tomorrow. I hoep I do well. Our team hasn't done that well this year...well, neither have I. I beat New Wash and Lanesville, and a chick from Corydon in this tournament. There were a couple of matches where I KNOW i could've won. I think it has a lot to do with having to get on the Mid-bus and going there. We played Lanesville here and Shauver was very happy with how we all played. We told him that ti's because we ddin't have to ride the stupid bus and sit there then get off and play, we had the advantage of our home turf. Luckily, tomorrow's match is a home match.
I realize now that in about 3 weeks, the seniors will be graduating. That's a scary thought, me being a senior next year. IT's even freakier to think about all of the people being gone. Yes, I know, every year more people graduate, but, this year, I know all of them, I got along with almost all of them. I played on teams with them this year, and they never were rude like the ones above me. My cousin is graduating, too. Next year, we'll be the big dogs, the ones that everyone looks up to. But, I really am gunna miss all of them next year. Beth, Candace, Christi, Amanda, Ashley, Jamie, Jessica, Robert, Zach(who's really #2, not #1 like he says...*shakes head*), Josh, all of them. I've played on teams with them for as long as I can remember. Even in elementary. It's all kinda scary. | | |
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