State of the Kelli

On the eve of my 22nd birthday, I can say that I feel like I'm just starting to live. I feel content, but I also have huge plans for 2011 until whenever. In the past couple of months, my life plan has been thought about, thought again, tossed out and finalized about five times. Obviously, my Boston Terrier, Jesus Shuttlesworth stays or an black pug that is nameless as of now.

The highlight of this upcoming year is definitely my trip to Europe. Although Greece isn't one of my stops, the main purpose is to find my 'kefi'. Since it is dangerous to travel abroad alone, I decided I would go with a Perillo Tour. There are probably other tour companies out there, but Perillo has to be the best. My third grade teacher Mrs. Greenfield, would often clean her house and bring her junk in to us poor, unfortunate, urban youth. She put it neatly, by calling it a raffle. Among these things was Perillo catalogs. Since I was easily brainwashed influenced at this age, I'd be betraying my roots but choosing another. My European Sojourn begins with a 14 day tryst with Italy, yes the whole country. Followed by a trip to Paris, then London, then back home. This month long trip wouldn't be necessary if I didn't feel entitled at 15. Before you scoff, I know I'm fortunate to go BACK to Italy, while some people never make it. But this time, I'm going to appreciate it, in a very Eat. Pray. Love kind of way. Sadly, I will not be breaking up with James Franco, or with anyone for that matter at the rate I'm going. But that's another story entirely.

Learning to DJ is also on my list of thangs to do. Since everyone seems to have a musical talent, and I can neither rap nor sing, I can contribute the next best thing. Thus, I enrolled in NY Scratch Academy so I can ultimately become DJ Kellid (no, nobody caught the DJ Khaled reference? 'Kay. Moving on.) Well, I don't plan on turning it into my career. I do plan on pimping the wedding, birthday, and mitzvah circuit for some cash. And if I should happen to "make" it, well then who am I to refuse the people what they want, or their money.

It goes without saying that there is definitely a tattoo in the works. A sleeve perhaps? I think so. But after this one, I'm only getting two more.So who knows what this year is going to bring me. I'm going to make it as happy and drama free as I possibly can. Happy Birthday to me.

P.S. When I blow out my candles, I'm wishing for Ryan Harris.