When I first got my brand spankin new website, it said that this would be a good place to make the wee folks feel welcome. With that in mind: WELCOME! Although this isn't my first attempt at a venture of this kind, I hope that it'll be my best. (since I don't have the vast knowledge of computers, or the patience to learn about them, that a decent website requires, I'll just have to hope that the clever content of the page is enough to be my saving grace) Hmmm...let's see, where do I go from there? Well, I guess since the main purpose of this page is to educate people about the finer things in life, (i.e. Kelsey Clinesmith) I'll go right to it.

Well, well, well...I'm assuming that if you're still reading, that means that you really do want to know every little thing there is to know about me. (to me, that says that you're a person with an intellect that's off the charts and an extreme interest in the wonders that life has to offer you...but I have been known to be wrong) So, I'll start with the basics: My name is Kelsey Jae Clinesmith. I live in Turpin, Oklahoma, the happiest place on earth, (easily argued) in the US of A. I'm currently 18 years old...19 in November, (now would be a good time to get all that pesky birthday shopping out of the way...heck, while you're at it, go ahead and polish off the Christmas/New Year's/Valentine's Day/Presidents' Day shopping, too) and am a senior at Turpin Public Highschool. I have two parents, (no, I am not simply a gift from God, contrary to popular belief) named Kenton and Cara Beth, and one older brother, Jonathon. (old JayJay-C is a pretty fly guy, if you get a chance, swing by his band's webpage, at: http://www.wetdogsmell.com.20m.com) As of right now, I'm "between" pets, but I've kinda semi-adopted (I say that, because I play with it, I just don't take the responsibility of feeding it or seeing to it that it has a nice, warm home) a little black neighborhood kitten, I've decided to call "Snowball". I have a pretty large group of people who I'm lucky enough to call my friends. (I hope they're not mad that I listed my non-pet cat before them) My two "prima amigas" are Amanda Cole and Sarah Lynch. (the order I listed you in has absolutely no baring on which one of you I like the best...you know that it's based on who buys me the most elaborate gifts) Amanda is a 17 year old, junior, at the very same highschool I attend. Sarah (age 18) is also a THS allum, but has the privelage of being in the same class as lil ole me. After Amanda graduates, we're (Amanda and I) moving to Washington state. I probably won't go to college right away...if at all. That's right. I'm every parent's dream kid. Oh, we all know that I'll go to college, out of guilt if nothing else. I think that's a pretty good note to end on. *grin*

Hey, you still here?!

I swear, the people who run this "website" business want me to tell you TONS about myself. They've really got me on the spot, so rather than tell you all the answers to the questions that have been plaguing mankind for years, (who's my favorite actor: Adam Sandler, what are my favorite hobbies: spelunking, underwater basket weaving, helping to liberate the captive baby turtles in Geneva...) I'm going to tell you a little story about a catfish. *drumroll* A fluffy, pink catfish, as a matter of fact.

It all began on a warm, winter evening, just before the sun came up on the swamps of the Oklahoma panhandle. A catfish, named Steve, was out for his evening stroll, when he came upon a plain, black hat that seemed to be quite lost. After some careful consideration, Steve decided to ask the hat if it needed some guidance. "Excuse me, sir...or ma'am..." Steve said in quite a confused manner, seeing as how he didn't know how to determine the sex of a hat. "...do you need some help?" "Why, yes." said the hat. "That would be greatly appreciated. I seem to be quite lost, as you can see. I'm trying to find the Eiffel tower." Steve was relieved to no end, as he had just come from there. "Oh, well. You just take this straight road, but make sure to follow the curves. It'll take you to a McDonald's. You'll know it by the taco on top. Walk in the door, hang a right at the PlayPlace, and that'll bring you to a door that says MENS. Go through the door, and into the first stall and you're there." The hat was very grateful, so to show his gratitude, he told Steve that he could have anything his heart desired. Steve told him that he was very content indeed and desired nothing that the world hadn't already given him, but the hat, who was bad at reading people, took this to mean that Steve wanted a new pink, furcoat. So, he gave him one. "Thanks." said the catfish. (who couldn't help but think that he now resembled an Arabic pimp) "I'll...ummm...never forget this." And he never did.

Well, I guess this is my closing. If you start to tear up, grab a tissue and tough it out. Just remember, you can come back whenever your little heart desires...plus, there are several other pages to choose from!







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