Oh, hey! I'm Isabella, and I'm from New Jersey. I'm madly in love with wrestling, and I have been since November 2007. I meet tons of wrestlers and go to lots of wrestling events. I used to be ConfessionsofaWrestlingFan here on Tumblr, and have a Youtube called LifeofaWrestlingFan. And just in case you're interested, I'm a Slytherin.

If you couldn't tell, I'm in love with Sheamus. And I have been since August 2009. I've met him three times; the first being January 22, 2011.

Please, keep in mind: This is not a wrestling blog, it's a wrestling journal. Maybe, mixed in with a bit of other things I love: Victoria's Secret, Tom Hardy, Once Upon A Time, and the Walking Dead.. to name a few.


And God forbid I ask to go to a wrestling event during dinner. My mom will widen her eyes and lose her shit, and my dad will come out of his cave/room to yell at me and call me crazy.

I mean, I really don’t mind if they don’t let me go to wrestling events - because I go anyway. They know it. The only difference between them knowing and letting me and them knowing and not letting me is what happens after the event - them yelling at me, grounding me, taking away everything I love, etc. But it’s when they start attacking wrestling and wrestling fans that really gets to me.



  1. jemisawesome said: :(( Hope you’ll feel better. It will pass in time.
  2. wwemagpie said: Oh, sweetie! :’( I didn’t think your parents would be like that. *sad faces*
  3. notchelseaax said: :( < 3
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