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About Me

My name is Shelana, it's Irish, I'm not. And no, it's not a 'black name'. A bit eclectic in taste, and though I'm often considered to be a bit of a tomboy I like a lot of girlie stuff too. Buttons please me, as do bags, boxes, shoes, pockets, and other such wonders. I have a wonderful sister who's my best friend and probably one of my most favorite people ever. I love her to death, and even though we've got different dads and probably look not much alike, I think we've a lot in common. It's really neat, cause we're 7 years, 7 months, 7 days apart in age. I've got a niece and nephew, Aili and Holden, who are just amazing. Best kids ever. Right now I'm going to college for Nursing, hopefully. I like to help people so it just seems like the right idea. Also, I like scarves, mittens, and either themed socks, toe socks, or themed toe socks. They're amazing. I'm a jack-of-all trades, master of none and I'm running out of things to say. I consider myself to be a bit of a dreamer, which isn't always a good thing. Sometimes I set myself up for disappointment in that sense, idealizing too much on what could be instead of appreciating what I actually have. I'm a bit of a romantic, and sentimental sap. My tastes are simple, and sometimes pretty horrible. But that's only because I'm easily amused and entertained. So what you might think is terrible, I really love. Maybe I could even be considered low-maintenance, your call.

My Blog

The Process

Withdrawalwith·draw·al (w-th-drô'Yl, w-th-) n. 1. The act or process of withdrawing, as: a. Discontinuation of the use of an addictive substance. b. The physiological and me...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 19:44:00 GMT

Unwelcomed Anniversary

A year ago I did something that I never thought I do, and as I hear songs a year later, or find my mind wandering. I look down at my hand, it could be anything, really.. I remember, and I cry.A year a...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 22:58:00 GMT

The Unexpected

The Unexpected by Christopher Eric EakensIt's weird for me to think of you as a friend, not that I can't. I just mean that I have this feeling in the bottom of my gut that crawls up my spine to my mi...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 22:04:00 GMT

Failure

And as the world keeps turning I sit here and wonder what it was that I did wrong. The choices I made, the situations I put myself in, the things I felt.. the things I didn't stop myself from feeling....
Posted by on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 12:16:00 GMT

The Fool

The Fool ( Shelana's Poem ) by Christopher Eric EakensHow do you get over missing someone right in front of you?How do you let them go when all you know is how to hold?What do you do to stop the pain...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 19:46:00 GMT

Strange Dreams..

I had a dream last night.. I'll admit, a bit strange. It had a theme song to it. Miami Sound Machind - Conga. Yea.. don't ask.. all I remember is crazy dancing to go along with it. Man.. if someone co...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:25:00 GMT