I know it’s a lame way to begin a project that could become one of the biggest parts of my life in the next year or so, but as you will find out if you continuously read these posts, I am just a lame kind of person. It is what it is, man.

My given name is Michelle Rae, but I go by Shelly. I haven’t been called Michelle a day in my life, outside of awkwardly correcting every teacher I’ve ever had since I was six, but I’m named after a dear aunt so I appreciate the honor. I’m currently a junior in high school, but I graduated in my mind years ago. Meghan’s the good student, not I. Or is it me? I digress. Here are a few facts about me:

I love God, I love my friends and family, and I love taking pictures of the aforementioned friends and family. Well, I love taking pictures of everything, really. Like every other teenager, I love music. I’m not so sure on the whole “future” thing like everyone else seems to be. I have a special place in my heart for freckles, especially when they are spattered across the broad shoulders of a boy. I adore the smell of burning wood, and reading anything by the absolutely wonderful Pablo Neruda. October is one of the best feelings in the world. I have this insane fear of falling; just watching someone lean over a high edge makes me want to crawl into a corner and never live again, but I repeatedly force myself to go on those ridiculous theme park free fall rides almost every time I’m near one, just to remember that I am actually capable of surviving it.

Driving is sometimes the only logical thing in my life. My car- I say “my” but I really mean the car I share with my two younger sisters, even though neither has a license- is my baby, I call her Jolene. I rarely finish sentences when I’m excited, and I get frustrated when I am unable to articulate what I need to. I have a short fuse, and I apologize in advance for that. I have one of the most obnoxious laughs in the world when I find something truly hilarious. Think hyena seized up in the middle of an asthma attack. I don’t apologize for that. Sometimes I get the line between reality and what I made up in my head when I should have been taking notes in math a little blurred (yeah, yeah, we’ve already established which of the two of us is the good student here). I rarely lie, not because i’m a good person, but because I just plain suck at it. I laugh when I am nervous, making it impossible to convince anyone of anything. I’ve spent the better part of nine years anticipating my escape from the desert that is Arizona, but I’ve started to take the time and really see the beauty in it and the people I’ve surrounded myself with. I like late nights, random friends, driving with the windows down, and singing to twangy country music at the top of my lungs. I’m also a huge fan of rambling. Who would have guessed it?

In summation, my dear reader: Seventeen. Girl. Working her way to Happy.

I’ll leave you with my one other duty as the first half of this joint blog- the Song of the Week. I’ve chosen one of my favorites at the moment, a pretty acoustic love song that gives me chills. “First in Line” by Matthew Mayfield just feels like a glance from a crush when you’re listening to it.

For lack of a better closing-



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