Tuesday, August 25, 2009

College, hoorah!

This is an essay I had to write for my University Seminar Class. I've never written a college essay, so I really hope this will suffice.

What kind of decision maker are you? Give one example and discuss what role God played in this decision, and three godly decision making techniques you will use in future decisions.

As a rational thinker, one would assume that I would chose a rationally, logically good roommate with qualities like being clean and having good eating and studying habits. But I am not a stereotypical rational thinker. The way I chose my roommate exemplifies this perfectly.

I was taking the ACT for the second time at ACU’s testing Center when I saw it. It was right beside me for the entire test, tantalizing me. I had spent the previous months drooling over it in my free time, day dreaming about what it would feel like to behold something so precious and delicate. So during a ten-minute break, I decided I couldn’t resist. I had to know more.

“Is that James Avery?” I said to the tall brunette sitting next to me, pointing to the ring I’d been wanting for months on her finger.

“Yeah! It is. I love James Avery!” she replied with a huge, peppy smile.

After that glorious confession, I concluded that this girl and I were going to be friends. During the course of our ten-minute break, she showed me her other James Avery jewelry and introduced herself as Nastasha O’Neil. We made small talk; what we were going to major in at ACU, where we were from, and of course, our mutual love for James Avery. We both raved about the glory of jewelry, and then proceeded to discuss the brilliance of Dario Marianelli’s work on Pride and Prejudice’s sound track. Until this point in my life, she was the only person I had met who was as obsessed with James Avery and Pride and Prejudice as I was, so obviously, I knew we would make at least good friends.

When the test was over, Nastasha waited for me and then gave me a ride to my car. This is significant because no one ever waits for me. Not even my good friends back home. So when she did this, I was able to reason that she was loyal and sweet. However, what really sealed the deal was her messy car. When I got in, she apologized for the mess. I replied that I was alarmingly messy, and that her car was nothing compared to my catastrophe of a room.

That’s when we asked each other to be roommates. We both possessed the two qualities that are normally things that would make us terrible roommate candidates: we’re messy and watch the same movies over and over. But because I am realistic and rational, I knew that putting two messy and somewhat dysfunctional girls together would ultimately turn out amazing.

While I am dominantly a rational decision maker, I am also pre-dominantly dependant. Being a dependent decision maker means that other people’s opinions are a large part of my ultimate decision. Nastasha was so cool. She was messy, funny, caring, and wasn’t clingy. But before I got too carried away with glee, I needed to know that who she was to the public eye matched up to who she was in mine. After asking mutual friends about her personality and reputation, everything checked out. If things hadn’t checked out, I probably would have been much more hesitant to room with her.

James 1:17 says that “Every good and perfect gift” is from the Lord. One of the many blessings I have received while at ACU is definitely my roommate. She, like each other blessing, is just another reminder of why attending ACU is definitely God’s will for my education. I love her, and thank God everyday for bringing me such a cool roommate.

In future decisions, I will continue to use the same three techniques I used with determining Nastasha as my roommate. One, I will protect myself. If I had gone off of whom Nastasha said she was, I could have moved in and found out that she had all these weird habits that she wouldn’t have wanted to mention before. By asking mutual friends about her, I was able to ensure that she wasn’t a psycho or someone I shouldn’t have in my life. Secondly, I will be honest. I am a very messy person, and by telling Nastasha that, I avoided some potentially bad situations. If Nastasha turned out to be a clean freak and I lied and said I was too, she would have agreed to be my roommate assuming that she wouldn’t come home to a massive pile of dishes and dirty laundry. Instead, we were both honest and our messiness was a key factor in deciding to be roommates. Thirdly, I will thank God for every blessing he pours out. I believe that God wants to answer our prayers and bless us, but he also wants us to thank Him when He does so. The more frequently I thank the Lord, the more I realize what He does for me, and the more I love Him. Just as I thanked Him for Nastasha, I will continue to thank Him for each and every future blessing.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Blog you've HOPEFULLY been dying to read

So for the last two weeks or so, Blogger refused to let me post ANYTHING. I tried on multiple computers-but nothin' worked. So I appologize, dear readers. Here is one of the many blog posts you have coming to you. I was going to put them all in one and have a really really long post, but I may not have time to actually perfect another Shelby Eaton blog. So I'll give you stories one by one.


Once upon a time, my best friend Tyler asked me to stop by his new house about two hours away from my hometown. For months I was not able to complete this task due to my status as a high school girl who is not allowed to drive two hours to see a boy (even if her mother KNOWS the boy is basically a big brother, and has been for the past four years). So once I graduated, I was free to go so him!

Unfortunately, we forgot how directionally retarded I am.

“Mary! You should come see me on the way back from your Dad’s (in Austin). It’s right on the way, you only have to make one turn and you’ll end up in Stephenville,” Tyler said. “Not even you could screw this up.”

Tyler then proceeded to give me the directions to Stephenville. He was right- it was literally just one turn different from the normal route home from Austin to get to Stephenville.

“Do you remember if it as a right or left by any chance?” I said.

“Right,” Tyler said. “Just make sure you go on 281 North.”

Sounded simple enough, so I didn’t bother with my GPS or anything.

Now before we proceed, let me give you some info on where I have lived for the past six or seven years. No one gives directions by street names, we give directions like this: “You know Billy? Bob lives right next to his grama, who lives about two blocks away from Billy’s prize goat Sally’s pen…and Bob lives right on that corner.”

So when I saw a sign that said to turn left to go on 281 SOUTH, I figured if I turned in the opposite direction, I’d be going North on 281, because this is what small-town thinking does to you. You ignore signs, and go with what you “figure” is right.



So I’m diriving along, and I have not seen a single sign that said “281 North,” but I figure it’s like Mopac in Austin, which has two names, Mopac and Loop 1. I continue driving, blaring Misty Edwards and worshipping Jesus in my car having the best time ever, until I saw a sign.


Is that not the saddest thing EVER? Of course it is! I called Tyler about it IMMEDIATELY.


“…yes, Mary?”

“There’s an ELDERLY missing! Isn’t that just awful! He’s probably wondering around with his cane trying to find his dentures and they are nowhere to be found…that or he was Elderly-napped! Who would do such a thing? What is this world coming to Tyler?! This is just so sad!”

“Oh my God Mary. Where the heck are you?”

“I dunno,” I said. And I meant it. “There’s a pancake house here though. Think I should try it?”

“Are you even on 281?”

“Hmmm….nope, I think I’m on 170.* But I think it’s the same thing, like in Austin, there’s this one road called Mopac, but some people call it Loop 1 and it’s very confu-“

“MARY! Oh my GOD. Turn around or pull over!”

I then took the nearest exit and pulled into a vacant parking lot only to find that I was in Kaleen, TX. Or more relevantly, two hours away from Stephenville.

“You know what’s weird?” I said to Tyler on the way back to Lampasas, where I made the wrong turn (he refused to get off the phone with me until I saw a sign that said “281 North”). “If that elderly had never gone missing, I would have never seen the sign and thought to call you. I would have been lost for EVER.”

Tyler thought that I was kidding, but I most certainly was not. Things do happen for a reason, you know.

Sunday, August 16, 2009


You, dear reader, have a rather large blog coming your way. Remember The Shelby Eaton Blog? It's going to be like that. A jumble of stories, lists, etc. It will involve geckos, pop tarts, coffee mugs, the Mona Lisa, a GPS, and a large alligator soap dish. Oh, and a Zac Efron lookalike from Chilli's.

Be in suspense.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Yosemite Sam!

I think people seriously underestimate the power of Chicken Noodle Soup. Just sayin'.

Seven more days until I move into the dorms! Hoorahhh!! I'm in agony, really. I can't wait. Okay, I have to talk about something else. I must distract myself!

Does anyone else get sudden urges to do things? Like...wear a ton of bright purple eye-shadow and get chest-peice tattoos? I believe I have a rebel inside of me, ya know? For real. It really pisses me off that all the tattoos I want are in places a wedding dress would make visible. Which is why I think I am so in favor of a tattoo on my stomach. Why am i talking about tattoos? I'm seventeen. I also would like to put some more high lights in my hair. I keep saying I will but I never do. This frustrates me. 

I know why! Because I'm in Austin right now! It's true. Yesterday, I went to Zen to get some AWESOME Chinese* food. I ended up being squashed in line between one Scene-looking girl with leopard print and star tattoos on her shoulders, and another tatted up girl clad in complete 50's stay-at-home-mom clothing and red lipstick. There were so many tattoos on her I couldn't even focus long enough to tell what they were. She was talking to the guy behind the counter, telling him about the new "work" she had done, and while he had no visible tattoos, he was just as out-there as the two women with his giant Yosemite Sam mustache hanging from his face.

Like I said, I'm in Austin. Which means I'm visiting familia. My step mom, aunt, and I all went shopping at TJ Max yesterday and made an absolute killing. I got a lot super cute clothes, including one giant navy blue sweatshirt. Why is this significant?
This is me showing you how sad I am it's not winter, which would enable me to wear this sweatshirt constantly.

1. I really, really like navy blue. I like it so much I've considered having a navy blue wedding dress instead of a white one.**
2. I have a sweatshirt now! The other ones I have are mostly from ex-boyfriends...which is kind of awkward, even if they are super comfy.
3. It's extremely soft and fits me perfectly. It has a large hood for my large hair and everything!

After the TJ Max killing, I was in charge of Annabelle for the night as my parents and aunt went out on the town for a friend's birthday. She was supposed to fall asleep before they left, BUT, because she MISSED me, we stayed up alllllll night together. She is such a nut. She was so hyper! She can't walk or even crawl yet, but man can she roll around and make a fuss. She only cried once, but the rest of our three or fours hourse together was pure bliss. As soon as everyone got home, she immediately fell asleep. See? She was awake just because she missed me. I am an evil sister, by the way. I put things on her head.

I keep getting so sleepy and sick-feeling. I don't know what the deal is. I'm sure it's nothing, but it's soo annoying....

I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU! I had two job interveiws at ACU last Thursday, and they both went super well. One was a graphic design position, and the other was a student assistant job. Well, the Student Assistant job turned into a...Helping a department of ACU build their site, do some graphic design, take some photos and write some stuff, and...yeah... kind of job. They said they were impressed with my resume and were looking for someone to help build their new site and even though I was young-my resume said I was ready. I accepted the position on Friday, and though I haven't heard back from them on a starting date, I'm fairly certain that the job is mine for the taking. The best part? It's the kind of job they would keep me on for the next four years. So, basically, I have a gaurunteed job from now until graduation. And it's a GOOD job. A career building job. THE LORD IS GOOD. I am so in awe of how he is providing for me and making a way. I am so confident that an early graduation and attendance at ACU is right for me. This is good, good stuff.

In other news, Facebook is EVIL. There's all these little ad things asking be to "become a fan" of sour gummy worms. I keep hoping that it'll change the next time I'm on and ask me to like, become a fan of something less-tastey, like asparagus. But does it? NO. And now I've been craving sour gummy worms for the last two days. Evil Facebook....

I better get into some kind of work out routine at ACU, I'm getting less in shape every day and it bothers me. And pie NEVER stops tasting good. In fact, I think it tastes better every time I eat it. I can't diet. I just can't. I must work out. My problem is that I don't like working out in front of people, near people, or anywhere that people could see me. However-I can't just go out to the middle of no where and work out, because what if someone saw me? Then they could tell everyone what I was doing and make fun of me! Or worse! What if they decided to kidnap me? I would be gone forever because no one would no where I was! 

See? It's just a huge dilemma.

*Or Japenese food. Whatever. I can't tell the difference. 
**This will never happen. I would feel weird. And my step mom and mother would never allow it anyway. Still, it goes to prove how much I love the color.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


So, this is what I look like after editing about 100 pictures within an hour or two. Or three...Okay, fine. Four. Four hours of editing. I think. You know I can't remember these things.

I now have a whole new respect for professional photographers. I mean, my goodness! I shot a family reunion the other day and took about 380 pictures, and I'm trying to get myself in the habit of editing every picture, not just my favorites. And it's hard! I can only stare at a screen for so long. And good Lord. Imagine being responsible for an entire wedding? From start to finish? That will be me, soon, by the way. I mean, I shot a wedding with Brittany Strebeck, but I only focused on certain things, like the bride getting ready and stuff. But wow...ahhhh....

Okay, I am done complaining. In all truth, I love photography and I enjoy doing this crazy job. For the past few nights, I've been up past four aye em to edit and play with my camera and what not. My sleep cycle is all over the place. If all goes as planned, I have a bridal shoot and wedding coming up within the next month. I'm also going to take some portraits of my Aunt Julie who is staying with my mom and I for a few days. She's moving to California, so she's driving her car all the way from Maryland to CA, and on her way she stopped to say hello for a few days. Like I do with everyone that visits, I took her to ACU today and showed her around. Unlike everyone else that visits, we went to get pedicures and go shopping at Goodwill. I bought a old timey vintagey coat rack thing and an old timey vintagey footlocker, as well as some sixty cent athletic tees. Woot!


Remember the last post where I told you all about the glorious things I found at Forever 21? I only ended up buying two things from there:

Then I bought some stuff from Etsy:

I can't remember how much this was.... like $15? Maybe?


And I really, REALLY wanted to buy this headband, but it was $17 and I wasn't sure how often I'd wear it :(
It's 3:34 a.m. I have to sleep now. I apologize for the lack of posts. I have many many things on the grand to-do list this week. Goodnight. 

*Yes, it was cheap. But you know why? Because it smells like some creepo killed an animal, stuffed it in the suitcase thing, and dropped it off at Goodwill. I then imagine that the Goodwill people were like, "Oh! How glorious! An old timey vintagey footlocker thing!" But then they opened it and were appalled. But it's goodwill. So of course they discarded of the body and Febreezed** it, and waited for someone like ME to buy it. I'm alright with this. I just threw two giant air fresheners in there and locked it up. I will open it in a few days and smell the orangey goodness.
**Febreeze works on everything! I kid you not! Okay, I know this is totally gross and no guy will ever want to date me after they read this, but I don't care. It is comical. The other day I was supposed to go to a concert and my hair actually looked really good-but it, of course, had to stink. We had to leave in like ten minutes and there was no way I was going to be able to shower and what not before we left and just when I was about to panic....I saw the Febreeze. I hope you see where I am going with this.***
***I Febreezed my head, idiot.****
****I apologize for calling you an idiot. You're probably not. You probably just want to believe that I am not the type of girl who is so lazy that would rather Febreeze her head than take a shower. But I am. Accept it.