Fondu Au Noir.

“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”
-Drew Carey

When I was younger, I thought I was gonna be famous.
I'm not kidding.
I thought someone would see me at church or Target and say, "That girl has it."
I didn't know what "it" was.
But I knew I had it.

I wanted to be on one of those Life cereal boxes.
And I wanted to be on Nickelodeon.
For a while, when all of my friends wanted to be vets and moms, I wanted to be a comedian.
I dreamt of stand up and SNL and thought, "Yeah. I'm funny."

I wasn't funny.
Maybe funny-looking. (I'm still trying to grow into my two front teeth...)
But a kid can dream.

And here I am...still dreamin...
Nickelodeon still hasn't called me.
But they still could, cause I'll look like I'm 14 forever. (As I'm so kindly reminded by my summer camp kids. Along with, "You have bags under your eyes.")
And I still got jokes.
And my teeth are still huge.

HELLLO! I'm an awkward-teen show gold mine!

Somewhere along the line, I think around high school, I decided I wanted to be a writer. (of sorts.)
And thus the blog was born...

But I'm not gonna lie, I still get pretty discouraged.
I want to BE something great.
I want to create.
I want to inspire.
And I feel like the opportunities I have now, aren't really what I expected.
I know I'm still young, but I'm afraid if I don't seize opportunities now, they'll fall right through my fingers.

Don't get me wrong, I love working summer camp every year.
Those kids are hilarious.
And I'm really enjoying my internship and getting to see how a magazine/website works.

But at the same time, where is this taking me?
Where am I going?
Where will I be in 10 years?

My mom is always asking me what I want to do once I'm out of college.
To be honest, I still don't know.
And lately I've just been feeling a bit discouraged with how things are going.

I told her, "I'm just gonna end up being a normal person."
To which she replied, "Kelli, you've never been normal."

Inspired? Yes.
Insulted? Also, yes. But I'll take it.

Because let's be honest....I still got "it."