Recovery!

Tell your mother, tell your child, tell yourself: my iPod survived!

Some how after sitting at least ten min in a storm drain Woodstock sang loud today.
It truly is a miracle.

On an unrelated note I accidentally just swallowed my own hair. eh.
weird? Don't care it's my blog. Marley is blasting and I'm happy.

Here's some pictures that tickle my fancy:

All from weheartit.

Comatose.

Woodstock II fell in a storm drain today. This is how I reacted:

Shirtless and all

He is now in a comatose state pretty much looking like this:

"Help me, I'm wet and in rice--my ipod"

I will keep all you worried citizens updated on the status of my dear, dear friend.

This is what I whispered to Woodstock as I put him in his rice bed. 

The Erratic Thought Collection in my Head

Here's the brain jumble going on right now in my "wee liddle noggin'" (picture style), enjoy:

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Have a great week.

Kelsie

Dreaming of Reality

I have this hope chest; it's brown now, but this summer I'm going to paint it white and then sandpaper it for a vintage-y feel. Kind of like this:

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It's kind of a tradition in my family for the girls to get hope chests when they turn 18, something they can have when they move away. To use as storage or to keep memories hidden away, it's always there. However, I'm digressing back to my story. 

I had it all in my head, every detail, down to my shower curtain, it was all laid out.  The kitchen and the living room were so open and always sunny. Everything in the house was a product of our own labor, we created everything, or at least put a little TLC and love into everything in that house, we made it our home.

Oh, and my bedroom, my bedroom was my favorite part. It was very open with a couple windows and again an always sunny view. My hope chest was there. It was right by the window sill, with a light blue with white polka dots pillow seat atop it surrounded by yellow pillows. Next to that I had a bookshelf that reached from floor to ceiling. All different types of books adorned it. Art books, photography books, economics books, silly fairy tale stories everything was something I had read and fallen in love with. As you continued to look around a cozy white chair would invite you in to snuggle up and suggest to you to pick one of those books out and fall in love with it all over it again. A chair similar to this one:

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This house was it, it was quite literally the house of my dreams. I woke up elated to be living in such a place. But as I looked around I wasn't surrounded by blue and yellow I was surrounded by old wood furniture and cramped living space. I wasn't in that house, I was in reality, I was in my dorm room.

One day, though, one day I'll be there. I'll be waking up elated every morning as the sun kisses my open room and stamps it approval to start the day. I'll be surrounded by the white vintage furniture I created. I'll be home.

This is the closest I could find to put a visual to what I'm saying. The colors are perfect. The fact it is a nursery, not so much.

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 Taken from my dream journal April 3, 2011


xoxo,

Kelsie 

Recap

Take a peek into my life these past couple weeks.



I saw Duddy B. (below) and the Dirty Heads, such a good concert. I also found some sweet new tunes with their warm-up bands Pacific Dub and New Politics.

An amazing concert I got to be front row for, Duddy even high fived me after.



I got some custom toms.

I diggum, what about you?



I hung out with the boy. He is great.

I got to see one of my favorite artist, again front row, ahh, Trevor Hall, you are beautiful.

I also discovered some great new artist here like Cubworld and Cas Haley (below).

 P.S. He was on America's got talent, and oh boy does he have talent!

Bonus question: Who gets lucky enough to have their camera taken by Trevor Hall two concerts in a row? Answer: this blogger.

I got to celebrate Holi with one of my best friends.

. . . and what seemed to be the rest of Utah.

Overall, I have had a great couple of weeks.

(After the shower after Holi; a day later and my ears are still purple and my hair is still pink.)

Bye friends,
Kelsie

Career Day

 "I'm cursed by all ambitious thoughts." 

I feel like that statement, those simple words above, truly describe my current state of being. 

Fall registration is coming (I know the spring season isn't even here, but we have to decide what we are going to do with our lives 6 months from now) and I'm panicking because 1) I am a junior and have not declared a major and according to the almighty rules of Westminster College "if thou haveth 60 credits, thou must declareth a major" and 2) I have no idea what classes I want to take; that was until I started to take a look at the catalog. As I was reading over the list I said, "Kelsie, you got to think about classes that 1) don't start early because you know you won't be attending those . . . ever and 2) classes that you genuinely are going to be interested in." Then I went for it. 

I sifted through the list of economics and film studies, my (also undeclared) minor, classes being offered and found some contenders. 

Environmental Economics: to consider the environmental effects that companies play in the economy.

Economic Justice: which sounds incredibly hard, but with that comes incredible interest. 

Along with those some other required courses, I won't bore you with those.

As I looked at class after class I realized something: I have no clue what I'm doing after school. 

All through high school they prepare you to go to college. At the start of college they prepare you for college life/classes. Now, I've reached the point where I need to be prepared for the "real world." Gulp! Now that is a scary thought. What the heck am I going to do with an econ degree?  I have so many ideas so many goals and so many ambitious thoughts that curse me. I want to change the world. I want to get out and do something that changes not only my life, but the life of others. I'm not superwomen so unless I fall into some toxic vat jumping off building to save people is probably out of the question. However, there is so much out there I can do and I can't wait to start exploring those kind of careers out there in the (not so) scary real world. 

So long for now,

Kelsie

DFTBA

Here's the deal, I am a nerd.

Yep, a full fledged, self-proclaimed nerd.

You know what else? I am proud of it. I am proud to say that I get good grades, that I enjoy reading, and that I listen to talk radio. In my opinion the role of the word nerd has changed. For me when I was younger (let's just come out with it, the glorious jr. high years) being "cool" was what it was about. I wanted to be the cheerleader. I wanted to have popular friends. It was what was happin' when I was 13. Most of all I wanted to fit in, with somebody; I felt like if I could just be cool I wouldn't feel so awkward about myself.

Jump forward six years and I'm still that same awkward girl, but now somethings different.


These days I don't care if I fit in, and honestly there is nowhere to fit into. There are groups of kids on campus, but we are all in the same boat takin' the cruise to find out who we really are. It's true, I still get embarrassed if I say something outrageously inappropriate for the topic at hand (it does happens a lot), but I have learned to play it off instead of obsessing over it. I truly feel like I am starting to come into my own me. I love the nerdiness, I love the side of me that wants to help every single homeless person I see, I love the side of me that would do anything to not do anything and be completely lazy. Most of all I am truly starting to love me. 

cairde beannacht,
Kelsie 


P.S. If you get this title you, too, are a nerd. If not check this out and become a nerdfighter.