oh, kels.

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Hi, I'm Kels. Or Kelsey. I like Kels better, but most of the time people don't feel comfortable calling me Kels until they know me real well, so I don't mind if you call me Kelsey until then. I'm seventeen years old, and I feel so silly saying that. I remember when I was eight years old and playing pretend and I would always be seventeen because that sounded like the best age to be. I was right.

My life currently consists of school, plays, and work. Of course I sleep, but I have more fun than I could possibly imagine doing other things. My weeks are beautifully predictable, with church on Sundays and Wednesdays, quizzes on Fridays, and practice Monday through Friday. I've become more predictable than I ever wanted to be, and I can think of a number of things to credit it to. I'm completely cliche, and unlike what I expected, utterly happy.

I've made decisions in my life I couldn't be more satisfied with. I always thought I was invincible to peer pressure, until I was actually faced with it and realized, "Oh, crap." Now I feel invincible again. I have made concrete decisions in my life, and no matter what silly facts you present me with, I will either ignore or refute your stupidity. I'm a vegetarian, and I don't care if broccoli has a nervous system. I'm a Christian, and no, the Bible was not written by anyone on any drugs.

I've recently came to the conclusion that my life is going by way too fast and the possibilities of doing something to screw up are increasingly abundant. I will graduate next year, and I still have no idea what college I would like to attend. More importantly, I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. The only thing I know for sure is that it is NOT going to be Publix. God knows that it would take just one too many creeps to send me in there with a manila envelope full of anthrax (which, rest assured, is not sold on eBay.).

I'm a little bit...quirky. I am an unusual combination of repulsive cheerfulness and hilarious cynicism. I like sewing and have been quite successful at making dresses, shirts, purses, etc. Ashley brings out the DIYer in me, and that's my favorite thing about me. I've never really been able to figure out if I'm more pessimist or realist, but I know what I feel is honest. I live by the golden rule. I don't confront people. I will talk about you behind your back if you do something annoying/embarrassing, and I'm genuinely sorry if you find out. Please don't confront me about it. It would be extremely awkward for both of us. It's probably a safe bet to say, yeah, I did say none of your clothes fit you right. Maybe if you would stop shopping at your five-year-old little sister's closet this situation wouldn't happen.

I like space a lot. However, mine and space's relationship is strictly business. I don't visit it, namely because I can't. But I would. I do watch it sometimes, though. That's probably not a business relationship, in that case. It makes me more of a stalker. I digress.

I text, and if you appear to not be a total creep, I will give you my number. Especially if you read everything above this. You deserve my number. Heck, you deserve...something better than my number. But I probably won't give you anything other than my number. Unless your request is reasonable, like...a...piece of gum? I don't know.