Regrets?

I should be playing collegiate sports right now. I should be playing basketball or softball at a University. I should be a part of a team. But I'm not. I'm not playing... anything. I'm not doing anything that I love, anymore. It seems as if I left that all behind in High School.

Sometimes, you just reflect. And I'm not doing any of the things that I would have thought that I would be doing, back in high school, four years after I graduated. Not at all. And am I disappointed? Yes. But there isn't any room in this life for regret. We only get one shot at this. Some get to live longer than others... what right do I have sitting on my ass, doing nothing, wasting it away? None. I don't have that right! I'm priveledged. I need to take what has been given to me and take advantage of the opportunity and do something for this world, leave something behind. Make something of myself.

So I'm going to.

Don't cry over spilt... purified water?

You know you're having a bad week when it is topped off with something like this:

Picture the scene. Kelsie's sitting in her red Husker chair, wearing her red Husker shorts, playing Xbox. She gets up to go grab something from her bed, and on her way back to her chair, slips on a liquid substance on her floor (which she will later come to find out was purified water). Yes, she falls forward, narrowly missing cracking her forehead on the corner of her desk -- don't worry, though, because her face broke the fall.

Does she have carpet in her room? No. Floor's hard. Tile. What does all of this result in? A huge headache, a piece of my chin missing, a bump on my forehead and a sore nose. Thankfully I don't think I permanently damaged anything (other than my ego). That's a plus.

At least the water had been purified, right? I mean, if I had slipped in regular tap water it would have only been adding salt to the wound!

I will now let that incident cap the end of a bad week and move on, vowing to make this week a good one! Which hopefully turns out to happen, considering I have two tests, a quiz, and Nebraska plays Mizzou this week. Huuuuge deal, if you didn't know already!

I am going to leave you all with something that will assure that at least my Monday starts off well when I come back and look at this post:

RYAN REYNOLDS CAST AS GREEN LANTERN! Yay :D

Rough Patch?

You know that there isn't anything more annoying than the rich kid feeling sorry for themself. I know you think it every time some pro athlete whines about how hard his life is, or every time an actress complains about the pressure put on her when she knew full well what she was getting into. When the spoiled rich kid cries about how rough it is growing up living the good life. It's really fucking annoying!

Which is why I tread lightly on any subject that may be interpreted as me feeling sorry for myself -- I am certainly in no position to be doing so. Take a look at my life: I grew up in suburban Southern California, my parents worked their asses off and took me and my brother into a million dollar home in the rich part of the city. Up on the hill. As my friend Richard once said when he first visited my house: "Damn, Kels! I thought we were just gonna keep drivin' OVER the hill to the bottom, but you're ON the hill! Daaaaamn!"

So when I go through "rough patches", I try to bite my tongue. My personality is already independent and very introverted, so it's not hard for me to do so. But shit gets bottled up sometimes, and that isn't ever good. What is my outlet? Usually really loud music. It works. Right now it happens to be a happy mixture of Green Day, JET, and Jay-Z's The Blueprint 3 (surprisingly good album).

It seems that this particular "rough patch" just won't grow green again, though. It's been about three months, and so I decided to try getting some of this out on a different outlet -- I'm not going to spew misery on a blog, of course, I'm not some fifteen year old emo kid with a bad haircut and bandages on my wrists. But this is my version of a "hey, this is how I am feeling" thing. What is this, psycho therapy? Psycho is right, for those of you who know me well enough. ;-)

On a lighter note, my dad has this REALLY kickass shirt that he let me wear:

Again, if you know anything about me, you know I LOVE Husker football. And this shirt? Is really, really kickass.

Ta ta.

Diving Back In

It's been a minute since I've been interested remotely in putting anything out there for other people to read. With a few recent events, however, it just seems like a good idea, so you people are about to be blessed with the creative genius that is Kelsie once more.

You're welcome!

Let me just start off this epic adventure by saying this: my life is random. And I intend for this blogging adventure to be the same! So prepare yourselves for something epic.

Ta ta for now!