GAH.
I am officially rooting for Oregon because I don't like the fat Ohio State fans blocking my drive home walking as slow as fucking possible across the streets in clear plastic ponchos. Go buy a fucking North Face jacket and stop with the ponchos. Yes I know, shocking, we have rain in Los Angeles, contrary to your stupid ideas that we don't. I know why you're wearing ponchos anyway- so you can show off your team colors. I don't care about your team colors, just fucking walk across the street faster!!!
I know that made me sound like an asshole, but I don't care.
On a happier note, I am making the first evarrr New Years Resolution! I've never made one but I'm making one this year- I will read The Silmarillion AND the entire Rings trilogy! 8D I am a nerd, yes! Tolkien ftw!
Saw some dumb list on tvguide channel where they deemed Burt "Turd Fergusen" Reynolds and Warren Beatty sexier than Cary Grant. I'm sorry, WHAT? Burt fucking Reynolds??? He is so fugly!!! He looks like the bastard love child of a caveman and Robert Goulet, which is not good.
My list of sexy film stars would include: Cary Grant, Marlon Brando (before he ballooned into the fucking michelin man), Clarke Gable, Gene Kelly, Viggo Mortensen, Cary Elwes (before he ballooned up), Ralph Fiennes, Joseph Fiennes, Al Pacino in the 70s, Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Christian Bale, John Cusack, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Clive Owen, Patrick Dempsey, Johnny Depp, Jeremy Northam, Robert Downey Jr.... I can't think of any more. Yeah.
signing off...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
new kitty and no final test
Stuff has happened since I last posted. That's right, for once, I actually have exciting things to post about that like maybe one or two people will read. It's for me anyway.
After last week's debacle in cultural geography, having her tell the whole effing class (self as example) that I had an 88%- not quite an A but if I had good participation and did really well on the final, then I would get an A. I was pretty pissed off because yeah, 88% in her class is okay because her grading system is on crack or something.. but seriously? 88%???? I bust my ass and I should get an A. End of story.
On tuesday I'm sitting in class lamenting over the fact that I had to do an in class assignment and then study for the stupid final.
Weeelllllll then she announces that the people in the class who have As don't have to take the final. I'm thinking oh that is SO not fair on so many fucking levels with my 88%. So she reads off only six people have As and then she reads my name off her little list. I'm like what???? Michelle and I were both confused as fuck because she had told us we both had 88% in the class. Magic grades? I don't know but I don't have to take the final!!!!!
And last Saturday, I met a cute little cross eyed kitty at the Pasadena Humane Society. Sunday I adopted her and Tuesday I brought her home. :) Her name is Holly and she is currently napping under my blankets on the bed. She's very cuddly and purrs like mad. She won't directly jump up on the bed, she goes under it, up towards the slatted wooden headboard where there's like a five inch gap between it and the wall, and climbs up. It's hilarious. She's so weird. Tiggy's pretty upset about the whole thing, but he's upset about any change, minor or major. He's a crotchety old man cat.
Purchased and read Richard Hammond's book, On The Edge, about his jet car crash and subsequent recovery from a serious brain trauma. His wife wrote a bit of the book and I just wanted to give her a hug, hearing what she had gone through. Oy vey. Great book. Now I'm reading 'Unaccustomed Earth' by Jhumpa Lahiri. Short stories about Bengalis in Boston. Its always Boston in her stories.
Okay off to read and chill out.
cheers.
After last week's debacle in cultural geography, having her tell the whole effing class (self as example) that I had an 88%- not quite an A but if I had good participation and did really well on the final, then I would get an A. I was pretty pissed off because yeah, 88% in her class is okay because her grading system is on crack or something.. but seriously? 88%???? I bust my ass and I should get an A. End of story.
On tuesday I'm sitting in class lamenting over the fact that I had to do an in class assignment and then study for the stupid final.
Weeelllllll then she announces that the people in the class who have As don't have to take the final. I'm thinking oh that is SO not fair on so many fucking levels with my 88%. So she reads off only six people have As and then she reads my name off her little list. I'm like what???? Michelle and I were both confused as fuck because she had told us we both had 88% in the class. Magic grades? I don't know but I don't have to take the final!!!!!
And last Saturday, I met a cute little cross eyed kitty at the Pasadena Humane Society. Sunday I adopted her and Tuesday I brought her home. :) Her name is Holly and she is currently napping under my blankets on the bed. She's very cuddly and purrs like mad. She won't directly jump up on the bed, she goes under it, up towards the slatted wooden headboard where there's like a five inch gap between it and the wall, and climbs up. It's hilarious. She's so weird. Tiggy's pretty upset about the whole thing, but he's upset about any change, minor or major. He's a crotchety old man cat.
Purchased and read Richard Hammond's book, On The Edge, about his jet car crash and subsequent recovery from a serious brain trauma. His wife wrote a bit of the book and I just wanted to give her a hug, hearing what she had gone through. Oy vey. Great book. Now I'm reading 'Unaccustomed Earth' by Jhumpa Lahiri. Short stories about Bengalis in Boston. Its always Boston in her stories.
Okay off to read and chill out.
cheers.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
turkey trot 2009: kate RUNS.
holy jesus. i am so tired!
Woke up at 5am (because I fail) and soon after, headed down to the OC for the Dana Point Turkey Trot! There were actually people dressed as turkeys, well, trotting. Good fun.
About a minute after I could actually move, I decided I was going to try and run. Yes, sprained foot/toe and all. Well, somehow despite sprained foot/toe and not having run more than 2 miles in about a YEAR, I managed about an 11 minute pace for the whole 5k. I am super proud of m'self for having forced myself to run. I wanted to be going at about an 8 minute pace, but I can't fuck my foot up while it's still fucked up. That wouldn't be a good choice, and overdoing it is where I go wrong anyway.
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL by the harbor at 8 in the morning. PERFECT running weather like whoa for the first two miles of the race. Then it was like 80 outside and I felt gross and not in the mood to run.
Ate a shit ton of orange slices at the finish, saw a yorkshire terrier wearing a turkey costume-- CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN OTHER THAN A BABY SQUIRREL-- around all the swag booths, a wirehaired pit bull (somehow way adorable), and stocked up on as much of these free myoplex drinks as I could fit in my bag.
Just opened my goodie bag/backpack (they don't give shitty plastic bags anymore, they give nylon backpacks) and found granola crisps, a gigantic small tshirt, individually packed wet wipe (haha somehow funny to me), "corn thins" like gross rice cake looking things only with corn, and this absolutely VILE drink called gotein.
Many moons ago, my parents dragged a very reluctant younger me to a bazillion races around southern california, and so i walked them with my mother while my father ran them. This was the first race I've ever run so I'm excited. Everything still hurts... blegh.
Walked brother's dog for another 50 minutes later in the afternoon, and also another two or so miles to and from the car this morning at the race. I'm beat!
I think it's pie time....
happy thanksgiving!!!
Woke up at 5am (because I fail) and soon after, headed down to the OC for the Dana Point Turkey Trot! There were actually people dressed as turkeys, well, trotting. Good fun.
About a minute after I could actually move, I decided I was going to try and run. Yes, sprained foot/toe and all. Well, somehow despite sprained foot/toe and not having run more than 2 miles in about a YEAR, I managed about an 11 minute pace for the whole 5k. I am super proud of m'self for having forced myself to run. I wanted to be going at about an 8 minute pace, but I can't fuck my foot up while it's still fucked up. That wouldn't be a good choice, and overdoing it is where I go wrong anyway.
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL by the harbor at 8 in the morning. PERFECT running weather like whoa for the first two miles of the race. Then it was like 80 outside and I felt gross and not in the mood to run.
Ate a shit ton of orange slices at the finish, saw a yorkshire terrier wearing a turkey costume-- CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN OTHER THAN A BABY SQUIRREL-- around all the swag booths, a wirehaired pit bull (somehow way adorable), and stocked up on as much of these free myoplex drinks as I could fit in my bag.
Just opened my goodie bag/backpack (they don't give shitty plastic bags anymore, they give nylon backpacks) and found granola crisps, a gigantic small tshirt, individually packed wet wipe (haha somehow funny to me), "corn thins" like gross rice cake looking things only with corn, and this absolutely VILE drink called gotein.
Many moons ago, my parents dragged a very reluctant younger me to a bazillion races around southern california, and so i walked them with my mother while my father ran them. This was the first race I've ever run so I'm excited. Everything still hurts... blegh.
Walked brother's dog for another 50 minutes later in the afternoon, and also another two or so miles to and from the car this morning at the race. I'm beat!
I think it's pie time....
happy thanksgiving!!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
introspection? not totally
I know it was only one job interview, but in the past 14 months, I have only had 3 job interviews, and have yet to get a job, so you might be able to understand my... well, despair. I know despair is a pretty dramatic word, but I actually (why am I even admitting this....) cried a little bit when I read the email because I was so angry. I usually only cry if I'm angry. Those guys already had jobs. I know life isn't fair, and that I preach all the time about being hopeful and all of that but... I'm incredibly bummed. It just continuously drives the hammer into my brain that the world feels like it's crashing down around me. I try to think good thoughts, I really do. It isn't just "oh I want money".. no it's that I really truly need the money. I can't take any breaks from school because I'm up to my ears in student loan debt that keeps accumulating massive amounts of interest. I have credit card debt now because of buying myself running shoes last february and christmas presents and then having all of my hours cut at work until there wasn't a paycheck anymore to pay off the debt while it was still low.
It really makes me upset that our government won't stand up for education, for health. We shouldn't be worried about health insurance, we should be promoting wellness and exercise. We should be fighting for education to be up to standard with the rest of the "first world" countries in that it's paid for by the government, and that k-12 isn't choppy, leaving kids out or complete shit to begin with.
It just depresses me.
I think about my major goals in life- to have a home, to own a very nice car, and a stable living.
Have you noticed that eating healthy is more expensive? They closed a Baja Fresh near my house and are putting in a Bobs Big Boy. Baja Fresh wasn't exactly the healthiest but it is much better than a burger joint.
50% of the children in Mississippi have a BMI of 50. Which means that they're 50% body fat. The lowest number in the country is still about 24%. The lowest? That is just shameful.
It may be cheesy as anything, but shows like Dancing With The Stars and The Biggest Loser at least promote health (despite all the hysterical breakdowns lol).
Obama needs to grow a pair, quit smoking cigarettes, and stop trying to appease EVERYONE. You can't be everyone's favorite, it just isn't possible. I didn't like Dubya, but damn it he didn't care if someone liked what he did! He did it anyway!
People like me can't go to school beecause schools are having budget cuts and class size decreases, which means they can't get an education to get a job so they never get out of the seventh circle of hell. Take action, damn it! Show us that you care. Promote wellness and education and family, not greed and burgers.
I want to open my eyes and see that this has all been a nightmare.
It really makes me upset that our government won't stand up for education, for health. We shouldn't be worried about health insurance, we should be promoting wellness and exercise. We should be fighting for education to be up to standard with the rest of the "first world" countries in that it's paid for by the government, and that k-12 isn't choppy, leaving kids out or complete shit to begin with.
It just depresses me.
I think about my major goals in life- to have a home, to own a very nice car, and a stable living.
Have you noticed that eating healthy is more expensive? They closed a Baja Fresh near my house and are putting in a Bobs Big Boy. Baja Fresh wasn't exactly the healthiest but it is much better than a burger joint.
50% of the children in Mississippi have a BMI of 50. Which means that they're 50% body fat. The lowest number in the country is still about 24%. The lowest? That is just shameful.
It may be cheesy as anything, but shows like Dancing With The Stars and The Biggest Loser at least promote health (despite all the hysterical breakdowns lol).
Obama needs to grow a pair, quit smoking cigarettes, and stop trying to appease EVERYONE. You can't be everyone's favorite, it just isn't possible. I didn't like Dubya, but damn it he didn't care if someone liked what he did! He did it anyway!
People like me can't go to school beecause schools are having budget cuts and class size decreases, which means they can't get an education to get a job so they never get out of the seventh circle of hell. Take action, damn it! Show us that you care. Promote wellness and education and family, not greed and burgers.
I want to open my eyes and see that this has all been a nightmare.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
screw bella and jacob, i liked the Porsche.
ahahaha because I'm a complete and total loser, I went to see New Moon this morning with a friend, and my mother (who has also read the books and hearts them). Okay, the director and screenwriter had like a bazillion pages of bitching and crying and obsession and somehow the movie turned out pretty well. Like, as far as the directing and special effects, it was cool. The special effects were neato, and the music was entertaining. My favorite parts were: the bit with the Thom Yorke song "Hearing Damage" playing loudly, and the bit with the Porsche 911 Turbo. Go figure. My favorite part would predictably be the bit with a nice car. It sounds totally lame, but I was so excited when they had the 911 driving around curves in Italy. I really envy the stunt driver of the scene because omg..... it's a fucking 911 Turbo. I mean, really, do I need to say more? I started grinning like an idiot. The whole movie could have been a stuntman driving the car through pretty flowering hills and golden fields and I would have walked out of the theatre feeling like my time had not been wasted.
I. am. SUCH. a petrolhead!!!
The sound of the engine revving gave me chills. That is how much I love cars. I LOVE LOVE LOVE cars. I love watching, complaining, blogging, drooling, wanting... I love them.
But the movie was cool. The guy who plays Jacob can be pretty funny, in a dry sort of way. Plus from what someone told me, he and I share a birthday (hes only around 18), which is cool. Aquariuses(?) unite!! Christian Bale is an Aquarius, so yeah.
off to check on my vegetables that happen to be roasting.... au revoir.
cheers.
I. am. SUCH. a petrolhead!!!
The sound of the engine revving gave me chills. That is how much I love cars. I LOVE LOVE LOVE cars. I love watching, complaining, blogging, drooling, wanting... I love them.
But the movie was cool. The guy who plays Jacob can be pretty funny, in a dry sort of way. Plus from what someone told me, he and I share a birthday (hes only around 18), which is cool. Aquariuses(?) unite!! Christian Bale is an Aquarius, so yeah.
off to check on my vegetables that happen to be roasting.... au revoir.
cheers.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
note to the douchebags of the world
I'm upset with the laziness of people not fighting to make the financial monsters of the world change. I don't know what else more I can do except tell people to cut up their credit cards. People are too goddamn passive though, even with their words. They just say "oh well" and don't even discuss it. No, we HAVE to have that discussion now. The President must have that conversation, and CEOs of these fucking banks and mega conglomerate douches do not need, nor can they ever use, the amount of money that they receive. Shame on all of you. At least Warren Buffett does a lot of good with his money and he isn't holding on to it like he's going to live longer somehow if he has it. GET OVER IT, WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE. This life is suffering anyway. Having nice things is great, but Jesus effing Christ, you do not need $3 billion dollars a year.
Note to athletes, CEOs, etc: Money cannot buy you a soul, which you fuckers have inevitably lost somewhere along the path of your great destruction of the lives of the average citizen by being so disgustingly greedy.
Off to enjoy my evening...
cheers.
Note to athletes, CEOs, etc: Money cannot buy you a soul, which you fuckers have inevitably lost somewhere along the path of your great destruction of the lives of the average citizen by being so disgustingly greedy.
Off to enjoy my evening...
cheers.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
stop hating single people
My lack of voice (stupid laryngitis) is making me want to talk online more. Not that it's neccesary, but when is it ever?
Trying to deal with the fact that I know I will probably never be in a romantic relationship with someone, ever. I don't think there's anyone out there who I want to put up with, and who will also put up with my baggage/neuroses/expensive taste. Trying to deal with that in my head, work around it and just accept that my family and friends will be enough. The awkwardness of being in social situations as a single person is already annoying. It's gotten worse as I've hit my early adult years. Somehow it seems as if others perceive me as not a viable speck of humanity if I'm not out fucking someone. And it does come down to that, however crude I may have phrased it. It's like in that movie, When Harry Met Sally. THat's what Sally says to Harry towards the end of the movie, that it'll prove something if she's out fucking someone.
I think I have more value than that, thanks. I'm comfortable not being in a relationship. My relationship is my schoolwork (which at the pace I'm going, will be a long one by the time I get my masters and PhD) and the other things in my life. It's the goal of paying off my student loans and having my own place and a nice car. If I someday decide that children need to be part of the equation, then I'll adopt. There are plenty of children out there that have great need of parents.
So all you people out there who unknowingly treat single people differently, you can just suck it.
thoughts??
cheers.
Trying to deal with the fact that I know I will probably never be in a romantic relationship with someone, ever. I don't think there's anyone out there who I want to put up with, and who will also put up with my baggage/neuroses/expensive taste. Trying to deal with that in my head, work around it and just accept that my family and friends will be enough. The awkwardness of being in social situations as a single person is already annoying. It's gotten worse as I've hit my early adult years. Somehow it seems as if others perceive me as not a viable speck of humanity if I'm not out fucking someone. And it does come down to that, however crude I may have phrased it. It's like in that movie, When Harry Met Sally. THat's what Sally says to Harry towards the end of the movie, that it'll prove something if she's out fucking someone.
I think I have more value than that, thanks. I'm comfortable not being in a relationship. My relationship is my schoolwork (which at the pace I'm going, will be a long one by the time I get my masters and PhD) and the other things in my life. It's the goal of paying off my student loans and having my own place and a nice car. If I someday decide that children need to be part of the equation, then I'll adopt. There are plenty of children out there that have great need of parents.
So all you people out there who unknowingly treat single people differently, you can just suck it.
thoughts??
cheers.
injustice
GCC doesn't observe holidays apparently. Even at PCC we got like two random days off. Blehhhhhh.
And now a word about a topic that was brought up in my geography class: ottoman (not turkish) attrocities, and the current reaction.
My problem with all of it? You have to move on. It isn't good to hold on to such anger and pain for more than a few days, but let alone passing that anger to your children and grandchildren until almost 100 years goes by and you STILL consider that you're in a crisis. Wrong. You aren't. I understand that shit realllllly sucks sometimes. I could go hating so many for personal injustice I've suffered, but... I forgive people. It's hard, but I figure that I don't need all that bad energy around my heart.
So yes, I GET that the Ottoman empire was fucked up and killed a whole lot of people. I think it's disgusting, and I think that the new Turkish government should acknowledge it. But I don't think they know how to, with everyone breathing down their necks. People don't want to do things when you force them to. They have to think its their idea. And no its not an excuse for them, I agree. But god... holding on to all of it for this long on both sides is stupid. Especially the people who feel that an apology is due. You have to stop saying you're still in a diaspora. NO you aren't. A lot of you are fucking crazy wealthy and you're second generation americans who drive Audis. Um, sorry, but living in Glendale and driving a $60 thousand dollar car completely exempts you from that. I encourage you to find peace within your heart because really, even if someone admits to their wrongdoing, you have to be the one to forgive. And let go.
It isn't good for your heart, for your soul... to hold onto such anger for so long. And then instilling it in your children? The real way to go would be to be the bigger man and put your head up high and just move on. Don't even mention it. Because then it shows that you're strong, because you are. You lived through it and moved forward, just not emotionally.
I still haven't heard an apology to the Native peoples of North & South America for the three hundred some years of slaughter that the Europeans inflicted on them. I'm pissed that the American government ignores what they did to my relatives, the Cherokee back in the day, however distantly related I am. But you know... you can't hold onto the anger. Show that you're strong instead.
This wasn't super coherent, and I apologize for that. I feel like crap so yeah. Off to get ready for school..
cheers.
And now a word about a topic that was brought up in my geography class: ottoman (not turkish) attrocities, and the current reaction.
My problem with all of it? You have to move on. It isn't good to hold on to such anger and pain for more than a few days, but let alone passing that anger to your children and grandchildren until almost 100 years goes by and you STILL consider that you're in a crisis. Wrong. You aren't. I understand that shit realllllly sucks sometimes. I could go hating so many for personal injustice I've suffered, but... I forgive people. It's hard, but I figure that I don't need all that bad energy around my heart.
So yes, I GET that the Ottoman empire was fucked up and killed a whole lot of people. I think it's disgusting, and I think that the new Turkish government should acknowledge it. But I don't think they know how to, with everyone breathing down their necks. People don't want to do things when you force them to. They have to think its their idea. And no its not an excuse for them, I agree. But god... holding on to all of it for this long on both sides is stupid. Especially the people who feel that an apology is due. You have to stop saying you're still in a diaspora. NO you aren't. A lot of you are fucking crazy wealthy and you're second generation americans who drive Audis. Um, sorry, but living in Glendale and driving a $60 thousand dollar car completely exempts you from that. I encourage you to find peace within your heart because really, even if someone admits to their wrongdoing, you have to be the one to forgive. And let go.
It isn't good for your heart, for your soul... to hold onto such anger for so long. And then instilling it in your children? The real way to go would be to be the bigger man and put your head up high and just move on. Don't even mention it. Because then it shows that you're strong, because you are. You lived through it and moved forward, just not emotionally.
I still haven't heard an apology to the Native peoples of North & South America for the three hundred some years of slaughter that the Europeans inflicted on them. I'm pissed that the American government ignores what they did to my relatives, the Cherokee back in the day, however distantly related I am. But you know... you can't hold onto the anger. Show that you're strong instead.
This wasn't super coherent, and I apologize for that. I feel like crap so yeah. Off to get ready for school..
cheers.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
okay then
I have laryngitis and I'm watching "The Reader." I'll pretty much watch anything with Ralph Fiennes, except for Schindler's List. That movie just makes me sick to my stomach.
And since I'm thinking about Germany now... I'm planning to go to Deutschland sometime next year (hopefully). I want to go during Christmas, but since my mom can't get the time off and I want to go with her, I'm hoping that early December might work out. *crosses fingers*
This movie is totally amazing, by the way. Watch it if you haven't.
Also, I'm becoming a Buddhist.
okay back to my movie, and to my dinner.
And since I'm thinking about Germany now... I'm planning to go to Deutschland sometime next year (hopefully). I want to go during Christmas, but since my mom can't get the time off and I want to go with her, I'm hoping that early December might work out. *crosses fingers*
This movie is totally amazing, by the way. Watch it if you haven't.
Also, I'm becoming a Buddhist.
okay back to my movie, and to my dinner.
Monday, October 26, 2009
an update of sorts
I should probably stay off my feet more than I do, but I'm just too restless for that to be accomplished. Still haven't received a call from the doctor's office about whether they found a stress fracture in my foot x-ray or not. I'm hoping it's "or not", obviously. I think it would hurt a hell of a lot more if I did have one but I'm not a good judge of pain or injury. Either it hurts or it doesn't. Today my foot seemed to hurt because of my shoe, so I don't really know. I guess my problem is that I look for a basis of comparison, when really I'm the only one that can make that decision. It's weird, I know. I've always been that way. When I got my wrist tattoos, everyone told me 'oh it's really gonna hurt' and either I have a very high tolerance for pain, or I just brushed it off and told myself to stop being a pansy. Does that make any sense whatsoever?
My foot tattoo hurt, the others were just.. annoying. If it's on bone, then it actually hurts.
I'm a bad judge of pain. There.
Watched a rerun of Top Gear on BBC America tonight. Am glad there are reruns since there's a lot I've never seen, but I wish that America wasn't like.... five seasons behind the UK!! The episodes from 2006/07 are showing as "first aired 9/21/09"... but they were filmed in 2006 so what the heck? The David Walliams episode I know is from 2006 because I have a clip of that on my Little Britain Live dvd and that's from 2006. ack!
My father purchased a few copies of the book, "Born To Run" for us to read-- already like 1/3 of the way through since starting it this afternoon. I just can't put it down. It's just fascinating. Even if I didn't understand what he's talking about, if I were not a runner, it would still be an amazing book.
okay, off to read...
cheers.
My foot tattoo hurt, the others were just.. annoying. If it's on bone, then it actually hurts.
I'm a bad judge of pain. There.
Watched a rerun of Top Gear on BBC America tonight. Am glad there are reruns since there's a lot I've never seen, but I wish that America wasn't like.... five seasons behind the UK!! The episodes from 2006/07 are showing as "first aired 9/21/09"... but they were filmed in 2006 so what the heck? The David Walliams episode I know is from 2006 because I have a clip of that on my Little Britain Live dvd and that's from 2006. ack!
My father purchased a few copies of the book, "Born To Run" for us to read-- already like 1/3 of the way through since starting it this afternoon. I just can't put it down. It's just fascinating. Even if I didn't understand what he's talking about, if I were not a runner, it would still be an amazing book.
okay, off to read...
cheers.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
i trip on flat surfaces
I sprained my foot two weeks ago and have yet to mention it in this blog. I refuse to go to the doctor because they can't do anything more than I've already done, like tell me to ice it and tape it and don't run. Um, fucking duh. When you're as accident prone as I seem to be, you start to learn these things at an early age.
I have been known to injure myself unintentionally, quite frequently. When I was ten, I sprained the baby toe on my right foot so bad that I was on crutches for two weeks and the entire area of my foot was the color of a ripe plum. When I was fifteen, I proceeded to run into my own bedroom doorjamb and break the toe that I had sprained five years before. I've broken or sprained that toe now... four times? I had achilles tendinitis so bad when I was eight that I didn't want to walk anywhere, and I didn't even play sports. It just sort of happened.
My most recent injury is because the insoles in my running shoes suck. It doesn't help that I have no sense of my body in space, thus creating serious balance issues. When I'm walking or running, you will frequently see me looking towards the ground, and it's because if I don't look at where my feet are, I will trip over them.
I've now started comparing myself to Bella in the Twilight series because she seems to be accident prone and has major balance issues. My number isn't up yet, but I do have a hard time not falling over something, running into things... yeah it's kind of a daily occurance for me.
I'm liable to trip over my own feet, and despite my best efforts to walk in a straight line, sometimess my limbs seem to have other ideas, and I run into shit. Like doorways, chairs, the coffee table in my living room and car doors. I've been known to trip over a pair of socks sitting on the floor.
I have enough balance problems when I'm not injured, so this hobbling around on one foot thing is getting annoying.
knitting + studying. cheers.
I have been known to injure myself unintentionally, quite frequently. When I was ten, I sprained the baby toe on my right foot so bad that I was on crutches for two weeks and the entire area of my foot was the color of a ripe plum. When I was fifteen, I proceeded to run into my own bedroom doorjamb and break the toe that I had sprained five years before. I've broken or sprained that toe now... four times? I had achilles tendinitis so bad when I was eight that I didn't want to walk anywhere, and I didn't even play sports. It just sort of happened.
My most recent injury is because the insoles in my running shoes suck. It doesn't help that I have no sense of my body in space, thus creating serious balance issues. When I'm walking or running, you will frequently see me looking towards the ground, and it's because if I don't look at where my feet are, I will trip over them.
I've now started comparing myself to Bella in the Twilight series because she seems to be accident prone and has major balance issues. My number isn't up yet, but I do have a hard time not falling over something, running into things... yeah it's kind of a daily occurance for me.
I'm liable to trip over my own feet, and despite my best efforts to walk in a straight line, sometimess my limbs seem to have other ideas, and I run into shit. Like doorways, chairs, the coffee table in my living room and car doors. I've been known to trip over a pair of socks sitting on the floor.
I have enough balance problems when I'm not injured, so this hobbling around on one foot thing is getting annoying.
knitting + studying. cheers.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
tchotchkes and balloon boy
shut the hell up about balloon boy already! by talking about this crap, you're giving power to these idiots!! it's like when cnn was all a'twitter because oh horror of horrors, michael jackson died. sorry but nuclear wars and the planet burning because fat people want to drive hummers and put their trash on a barge in the middle of the ocean... MORE IMPORTANT THAN A CELEBRITY DEATH OR A KID WHO WASN'T ON A BALLOON AND HIS BATSHIT MEDIA WHORE PARENTS. go away!
On a more positive note, I was looking at my bedside table and noticing that there's a lot of almost-tchotchkes all over it. Including: Several bottles of mostly empty lotion bottles, brown & pink pirate skull stress ball, clock, cell phone, chapstick, ear plugs, alka seltzer cold plus, quote candle, "tahitian vanilla" candle on a holder with tons of rocks and beach glass, matches, small statue of Horus, stamps, prayer beads, stick-on light, nag champa in a cool black wooden box, a photo of my dearly departed kitty Spooky, athletic tape, hair elastics, light from Ikea, and this two-inch tall Russian stacking doll thing from Sitka, AK.
Speaking of Sitka, I watched The Proposal and I was very much impressed. The part where Sandra Bullock's character is singing about sweaty balls with Betty White is FUCKING HILARIOUS. Something funny about the movie (kind of): When I was living in Boston, I remember somebody coming into my work and ordering a cup of coffee. Found out from a coworker that the person had been in earlier that day and that the coffee was for Sandra Bullock because she was filming a movie nearby. I thought it was cool, and I checked IMDB several times to see what movie it was, since I was assuming that if she was filming in Boston, that the movie had something to do with Boston. Well, at the end of the credits for The Proposal, there's "special thanks to: The Commonwealth of Massachussetts"..... It just dawned on me that it was probably The Proposal that she was filming there and that movie had nothing whatsoever to do with Beantown. Also, it means that Ryan Reynolds was in the area. And he's just so damn adorable and hilarious. Very cool.
alrighty, no more rambling.. off to read and zone out. nighty night!
-kate
On a more positive note, I was looking at my bedside table and noticing that there's a lot of almost-tchotchkes all over it. Including: Several bottles of mostly empty lotion bottles, brown & pink pirate skull stress ball, clock, cell phone, chapstick, ear plugs, alka seltzer cold plus, quote candle, "tahitian vanilla" candle on a holder with tons of rocks and beach glass, matches, small statue of Horus, stamps, prayer beads, stick-on light, nag champa in a cool black wooden box, a photo of my dearly departed kitty Spooky, athletic tape, hair elastics, light from Ikea, and this two-inch tall Russian stacking doll thing from Sitka, AK.
Speaking of Sitka, I watched The Proposal and I was very much impressed. The part where Sandra Bullock's character is singing about sweaty balls with Betty White is FUCKING HILARIOUS. Something funny about the movie (kind of): When I was living in Boston, I remember somebody coming into my work and ordering a cup of coffee. Found out from a coworker that the person had been in earlier that day and that the coffee was for Sandra Bullock because she was filming a movie nearby. I thought it was cool, and I checked IMDB several times to see what movie it was, since I was assuming that if she was filming in Boston, that the movie had something to do with Boston. Well, at the end of the credits for The Proposal, there's "special thanks to: The Commonwealth of Massachussetts"..... It just dawned on me that it was probably The Proposal that she was filming there and that movie had nothing whatsoever to do with Beantown. Also, it means that Ryan Reynolds was in the area. And he's just so damn adorable and hilarious. Very cool.
alrighty, no more rambling.. off to read and zone out. nighty night!
-kate
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Why Americans Fail At Making Cars
Go read MAKING OF THE FITTEST. It's awesome.
Also, praise everything holy for this change in weather! It's been quite chilly (by Southern California standards) since Sunday. Is really quite fabulous.
I dislike that driving the car that I do makes me somewhat hypocritical on my very vocal Sustainability/Eco-friendly/Green soapbox ramblings. It's not my choice, k? My parents both have super fuel-efficient cars, and I have a small tank that doesn't even fit people comfortably in the back seat. I wanted to know how much HP my car had, and after visiting the Edmunds reviews website, I found out that it has 132.
Then I found out that the Porsche Panamera has a base of 400hp, and gets slightly better gas mileage than my car. Okay what?!
I had to do a bit of a double take when I read the figures. I added everything up in my mind, tried to figure out some logic. Dodge Neon: 132hp/ 18-20mpg, the size of a Pinto. Porsche Panamera: 400 hp/ 20-23mpg av., wider than the Porsche Cayenne, and just 4 inches shy of being as long as a BMW 7series. WHAT?!
The Panamera weighs 3,968lbs.
Dodge Neon: around 2,600 lbs.
Not adding up? Yeah, exactly. The Panamera gets around the same mileage as I do driving as gas-conscious as possible. On the Edmunds website, the Neon was listed at having around a combined MPG or something of 28... !!! 28?! Really?? In what batshit parallel universe does the Neon get 28mpg???? I filled up the other day and I got about 22mpg overall, and MOST of that was highway driving. It increases to about 22.5 at maximum.
The only way that the Neon would get 28mpg would be if it were rolling down a hill with nothing to do with any sort of gas-induced acceleration.
So dear Chrysler: YOU FAIL. Especially compared to the Germans and the Japanese automakers.
Also, praise everything holy for this change in weather! It's been quite chilly (by Southern California standards) since Sunday. Is really quite fabulous.
I dislike that driving the car that I do makes me somewhat hypocritical on my very vocal Sustainability/Eco-friendly/Green soapbox ramblings. It's not my choice, k? My parents both have super fuel-efficient cars, and I have a small tank that doesn't even fit people comfortably in the back seat. I wanted to know how much HP my car had, and after visiting the Edmunds reviews website, I found out that it has 132.
Then I found out that the Porsche Panamera has a base of 400hp, and gets slightly better gas mileage than my car. Okay what?!
I had to do a bit of a double take when I read the figures. I added everything up in my mind, tried to figure out some logic. Dodge Neon: 132hp/ 18-20mpg, the size of a Pinto. Porsche Panamera: 400 hp/ 20-23mpg av., wider than the Porsche Cayenne, and just 4 inches shy of being as long as a BMW 7series. WHAT?!
The Panamera weighs 3,968lbs.
Dodge Neon: around 2,600 lbs.
Not adding up? Yeah, exactly. The Panamera gets around the same mileage as I do driving as gas-conscious as possible. On the Edmunds website, the Neon was listed at having around a combined MPG or something of 28... !!! 28?! Really?? In what batshit parallel universe does the Neon get 28mpg???? I filled up the other day and I got about 22mpg overall, and MOST of that was highway driving. It increases to about 22.5 at maximum.
The only way that the Neon would get 28mpg would be if it were rolling down a hill with nothing to do with any sort of gas-induced acceleration.
So dear Chrysler: YOU FAIL. Especially compared to the Germans and the Japanese automakers.
Friday, October 2, 2009
ah, running how i love thee
I went for a run on Wednesday- a two miler at a 10 minute pace. Certainly not what I'd hoped for, but considering I haven't actually run for probably around four months, I'm feeling okay about it. It's a start. My legs hurt something awful right now, even two days later. It's funny because I wouldn't expect anything to hurt considering I excercise 45min-2.5hrs 6 days a week. But that run just... wow. Yesterday I could hardly walk down my stairs. And if you've ever been to my house, you know I have a LOT of stairs. Not so fun. My heart rate and tempo and everything seemed pretty effortless at the time. Treadmills make me nervous so it's not quite as good as running outdoors. I'm always worried there will be a malfunction and I'm going to fall over/fly off and hit the wall/die etc. when I'm on the treadmill. It's like how some people have a fear of heights, or flying in planes- I have a serious fear of the treadmill and all of the electronic malfunctions it could have that would put me in harm's way. Especially considering I am not the most surefooted person.
Treadmills are not for the uncoordinated. I trip on flat surfaces, and when I walk, I generally look at the ground part of the time because I will trip and fall over if I don't.
Speaking of running, Edward Norton is a runner and is running the NY marathon with some Maasai dudes next month. He's raising money for a project. Check out the project and videos related to it here.
Dried mango is awesome.
I have freckles all over my shoulders from my recent vitamin D reading fests (i.e. sitting out in the sun slathered in copious amounts of sunscreen, while reading) on my balcony. Oh and for anyone wondering how my tattoos stay so fresh and new looking, even with sun exposure: I put extra sunscreen on them and wear some sort of fabric wrapped around them. If you don't have terrycloth/cotton wristbands, a sock or a hankie works pretty well.
that's all for now... au revoir.
Treadmills are not for the uncoordinated. I trip on flat surfaces, and when I walk, I generally look at the ground part of the time because I will trip and fall over if I don't.
Speaking of running, Edward Norton is a runner and is running the NY marathon with some Maasai dudes next month. He's raising money for a project. Check out the project and videos related to it here.
Dried mango is awesome.
I have freckles all over my shoulders from my recent vitamin D reading fests (i.e. sitting out in the sun slathered in copious amounts of sunscreen, while reading) on my balcony. Oh and for anyone wondering how my tattoos stay so fresh and new looking, even with sun exposure: I put extra sunscreen on them and wear some sort of fabric wrapped around them. If you don't have terrycloth/cotton wristbands, a sock or a hankie works pretty well.
that's all for now... au revoir.
Monday, September 28, 2009
feeling awkward in so many ways
Seriously??
My weird out of nowhere low blood pressure induced dizzy/lightheadedness is back again, and i misread the due date for an assignment, so only 1/3 of the problems were completed upon turning it in. What the hell. On the bright side, however, it is not 100 degrees outside. I'd almost prefer a nice baking hot day so I can sit out in the sun and read a book.
I'm also super jittery right now, due to a coffee and a lack of excersize yesterday. Couldn't work out yesterday, because I was in Dana Point with my parents, and then blah blah blah we didn't get home until around 7:30. My mother is paranoid that if anyone is outside their house after dark, that they're going to be raped and/or killed. She says it doesn't matter that I lived on my own 3000 miles away from her; she still gets paranoid that the bad things mentioned above will most definitely happen. Despite living in almost crime free area. Okay then.
This is why I need bodyguards or a large dog. Then she wouldn't worry so much. All the time. About everything to do with my safety. I love her and I'm glad she worries about my safety, but I don't understand the extreme nature of it. That's just how I see it. Nobody is wrong or right, it just exists in the in between.
I'm supposed to get a Blackberry next month, however that topic has been discussed for more than a year, and has yet to happen. I'll believe it when I have one in my hand.
I slept too much last night from going to sleep too early, and it totlaly messed everything up. I was groggy and dizzy and had weird weird dreams.
au revoir for now...
My weird out of nowhere low blood pressure induced dizzy/lightheadedness is back again, and i misread the due date for an assignment, so only 1/3 of the problems were completed upon turning it in. What the hell. On the bright side, however, it is not 100 degrees outside. I'd almost prefer a nice baking hot day so I can sit out in the sun and read a book.
I'm also super jittery right now, due to a coffee and a lack of excersize yesterday. Couldn't work out yesterday, because I was in Dana Point with my parents, and then blah blah blah we didn't get home until around 7:30. My mother is paranoid that if anyone is outside their house after dark, that they're going to be raped and/or killed. She says it doesn't matter that I lived on my own 3000 miles away from her; she still gets paranoid that the bad things mentioned above will most definitely happen. Despite living in almost crime free area. Okay then.
This is why I need bodyguards or a large dog. Then she wouldn't worry so much. All the time. About everything to do with my safety. I love her and I'm glad she worries about my safety, but I don't understand the extreme nature of it. That's just how I see it. Nobody is wrong or right, it just exists in the in between.
I'm supposed to get a Blackberry next month, however that topic has been discussed for more than a year, and has yet to happen. I'll believe it when I have one in my hand.
I slept too much last night from going to sleep too early, and it totlaly messed everything up. I was groggy and dizzy and had weird weird dreams.
au revoir for now...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
alternate real(estate)ities
I feel stuck and restless, and when I feel this way, I like to imagine my life in other realities. They usually involve having a large closet with a lot of shoes, but the location always changes.
if i were to have a home in socal, i want this lovely craftsman It's in my hometown and it's newly remodeled, and has a big-ass backyard. Heh. Craftsman homes are quite awesome.
If I were to live in Boston, I-- wow I just found the best fucking property... a block from my street I always used to walk on (Dartmouth)... Okay, this one is on Beacon/Exeter, with a rooftop deck that you can see the Charles from. Mmmm. Obviously this deck would only be handy from like, late April thru October, but still, that's around six months of fun in the sun.
Who knows where I will end up in real life, as far as college and beyond is concerned. It depends on the financial aid available. That part is kind of terifying. I really want to excell but I've made some interesting choices. My parents just told me to go with what my heart told me. Well, I did and everything fell apart. I went with what my heart told me, my head told me... and I still don't know where I'll end up. I've settled for a more practical option of academia which entails getting a masters and a PhD.
Who knows if I'll meet someone that I'm interested in romantically, and who also shares my feelings. I don't know. I know it sounds very shallow, but I don't want to be with a person who doesn't have their financial shit together. Wealthy would be nice, I won't deny it. I know I won't find Mr. Darcy, because he just doesn't exist, and I doubt my 'ideal' man doesn't exist either. I think I'm a good judge of character, but I'm not sure about that either anymore.
I want to travel, and just be relatively happy. I would settle for content. Having a lot of money at my personal disposal would be great- fantastic, but as long as I can pay back my school loans, afford to live in a nice place and drive a decent car, go out now and then... that would work. I just can't deal with stressing over money. It's all so frustrating and intriguing at the same time. Is it so much to ask, to be comfortable, to have financial breathing room? For once in my life, and I'm not even 23 yet, I would like all of that, or some of it, to go away.
adieu, my dear void.
if i were to have a home in socal, i want this lovely craftsman It's in my hometown and it's newly remodeled, and has a big-ass backyard. Heh. Craftsman homes are quite awesome.
If I were to live in Boston, I-- wow I just found the best fucking property... a block from my street I always used to walk on (Dartmouth)... Okay, this one is on Beacon/Exeter, with a rooftop deck that you can see the Charles from. Mmmm. Obviously this deck would only be handy from like, late April thru October, but still, that's around six months of fun in the sun.
Who knows where I will end up in real life, as far as college and beyond is concerned. It depends on the financial aid available. That part is kind of terifying. I really want to excell but I've made some interesting choices. My parents just told me to go with what my heart told me. Well, I did and everything fell apart. I went with what my heart told me, my head told me... and I still don't know where I'll end up. I've settled for a more practical option of academia which entails getting a masters and a PhD.
Who knows if I'll meet someone that I'm interested in romantically, and who also shares my feelings. I don't know. I know it sounds very shallow, but I don't want to be with a person who doesn't have their financial shit together. Wealthy would be nice, I won't deny it. I know I won't find Mr. Darcy, because he just doesn't exist, and I doubt my 'ideal' man doesn't exist either. I think I'm a good judge of character, but I'm not sure about that either anymore.
I want to travel, and just be relatively happy. I would settle for content. Having a lot of money at my personal disposal would be great- fantastic, but as long as I can pay back my school loans, afford to live in a nice place and drive a decent car, go out now and then... that would work. I just can't deal with stressing over money. It's all so frustrating and intriguing at the same time. Is it so much to ask, to be comfortable, to have financial breathing room? For once in my life, and I'm not even 23 yet, I would like all of that, or some of it, to go away.
adieu, my dear void.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
nothing better
music: If There Is Something - Roxy Music
Apparently using anti-aging cream does well to repair sunburned skin. Who knew.
My neck is red. I am a redneck! Well, not like a chitlin-eating, beer gut fat ass living in the South drinking Coor's light and watching nascar kind of redneck. I think that kind of transformation would indicate that an alien stole my brain or something.
Trader Joe's vegan chocolate chip cookies are pretty awesome. I'm wondering if instead of the soy milk (since there's no dairy), one could substitute (or partially substitute) coconut milk..? That would be the most indulgent cholesterol-free cookie ever.
I want to transport myself into the late 70s and go to discos and watch David Bowie and wear knee-high platform purple glitter boots and crazy makeup... any glam rock stuff would do... Yeah!
I would do anything for you/ I would climb mountains
I would swim on the ocean floor
I would walk athousand miles/ Reveal my secrets
more than enough for me to share
I would put roses 'round our door/ Sit in the garden
Growing potatoes by the score
The line about the potatoes is so g'damn random it makes me laugh.
*off key clarinet solo* Fuck yeah Roxy Music!
Back to reading Pride & Prejudice....
cheers.
Apparently using anti-aging cream does well to repair sunburned skin. Who knew.
My neck is red. I am a redneck! Well, not like a chitlin-eating, beer gut fat ass living in the South drinking Coor's light and watching nascar kind of redneck. I think that kind of transformation would indicate that an alien stole my brain or something.
Trader Joe's vegan chocolate chip cookies are pretty awesome. I'm wondering if instead of the soy milk (since there's no dairy), one could substitute (or partially substitute) coconut milk..? That would be the most indulgent cholesterol-free cookie ever.
I want to transport myself into the late 70s and go to discos and watch David Bowie and wear knee-high platform purple glitter boots and crazy makeup... any glam rock stuff would do... Yeah!
I would do anything for you/ I would climb mountains
I would swim on the ocean floor
I would walk athousand miles/ Reveal my secrets
more than enough for me to share
I would put roses 'round our door/ Sit in the garden
Growing potatoes by the score
The line about the potatoes is so g'damn random it makes me laugh.
*off key clarinet solo* Fuck yeah Roxy Music!
Back to reading Pride & Prejudice....
cheers.
Friday, September 18, 2009
what does that have to do with daniel craig?
my face is fucking sunburned. motherfucker.... ugh. way to go retard, telling everyone else to put sunscreen on and then forgetting to put it on your own goddamn face. *talking to self*
Fun times today, fun times. Other than the sunburn on my face and half my chest (wtf?) of course.
I feel like crap for some reason. Passed up a night out with the girls at the last minute because I feel like crap. Would have been nice if someone had texted me a response back to my saturday coffee quandry though. i mean, i know i'm just a designated driver to you right now, but, you know, a response would have been nice. you won't read this though, so i'm talking to myself.
Off to watch Bill Maher and go to bed. I am so tired!!
good night.
ps: bill maher looks better in regular clothes than a suit & tie. just a thought. then again, everyone looks better in regular clothes. *coughdanielcraigsassinflashbacksofafoolcough*
Fun times today, fun times. Other than the sunburn on my face and half my chest (wtf?) of course.
I feel like crap for some reason. Passed up a night out with the girls at the last minute because I feel like crap. Would have been nice if someone had texted me a response back to my saturday coffee quandry though. i mean, i know i'm just a designated driver to you right now, but, you know, a response would have been nice. you won't read this though, so i'm talking to myself.
Off to watch Bill Maher and go to bed. I am so tired!!
good night.
ps: bill maher looks better in regular clothes than a suit & tie. just a thought. then again, everyone looks better in regular clothes. *coughdanielcraigsassinflashbacksofafoolcough*
fedoras for all
I'm supposed to be somewhere that's at least 35 minutes away, in approx. 35 minutes. I win! I should have already left but I'm eating my oatmeal (organic oats & flax + dried cranberries/cherries/pom seeds + cinnamon. mmm tasty.
I've been obsessing over population statistics/genetics since I'm learning them at the same time in phys. anthro & cultural geography. huzzah!
i'm not even done with undergrad, but soon i will be and then i'll be in grad school, and then done with that-- so when i'm done with grad school, when i receive my Ph.D., can someone PLEASE fucking buy me an Indiana Jones fedora?
mkay i will finish my food now.
nom nom nom nom nom..
kate
I've been obsessing over population statistics/genetics since I'm learning them at the same time in phys. anthro & cultural geography. huzzah!
i'm not even done with undergrad, but soon i will be and then i'll be in grad school, and then done with that-- so when i'm done with grad school, when i receive my Ph.D., can someone PLEASE fucking buy me an Indiana Jones fedora?
mkay i will finish my food now.
nom nom nom nom nom..
kate
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Twilight, Pope Benedict, and the Bubonic Plague
Memo to the asshole who stalked my friend:
Fuck you, and please go rot in hell. Thanks. Eventually someone will bust a cap in your arse, and when that day comes, I hope I have a psychic flash that lets me know it happened, so I can celebrate. Nobody fucks with my friends.
/end memo.
In my physical anthropology class, my prof. was making a comment about how instantaneous evolution is imposible, and asked the class to think of its favorite "wolfman" movie. Nobody had a clue what he was saying, because apparently the population of humans is dumber than I thought. My first thought was that ridiculous Michael J Fox movie from the 80s where he's a werewolf and rides (through my hometown no less) on the top of a pimp cargo van. Only one other person apparently thought of an answer to the teacher's quandry, and voiced it loudly- "TWILIGHT!!" Oh humanity, you fail me again.
There's a whole bunch of computer cubicles in the library, but none of them are equipped with power outlets. Fail? I think so. More than that kind of fail, is my laptop battery and its' failure to be consistent, and actually function. Unfortunately I have no money, so I can't get a new battery. Oh well.
Why is it that once you leave a place, you start thinking about it with rose-colored glasses? Not every place, obviously, but some places take on the sentimental love quality that you certainly don't experience when you're living there. To be more specific, I've been thinking a lot about Boston in recent months. I think my time there would have been a whole lot easier to live through if one of my roommates hadn't been the Bubonic fucking Plague in human form. By the way, on that note, Kelly should be sanctified by the church for being the most amazing kind person ever for putting up with said human plague, and my bullshit too. So Pope Benedict, if you have the off chance of reading this tripe, keep her in mind. She's a good Catholic, and a fucking amazing person.
I think that about does it for right now...cheers.
Fuck you, and please go rot in hell. Thanks. Eventually someone will bust a cap in your arse, and when that day comes, I hope I have a psychic flash that lets me know it happened, so I can celebrate. Nobody fucks with my friends.
/end memo.
In my physical anthropology class, my prof. was making a comment about how instantaneous evolution is imposible, and asked the class to think of its favorite "wolfman" movie. Nobody had a clue what he was saying, because apparently the population of humans is dumber than I thought. My first thought was that ridiculous Michael J Fox movie from the 80s where he's a werewolf and rides (through my hometown no less) on the top of a pimp cargo van. Only one other person apparently thought of an answer to the teacher's quandry, and voiced it loudly- "TWILIGHT!!" Oh humanity, you fail me again.
There's a whole bunch of computer cubicles in the library, but none of them are equipped with power outlets. Fail? I think so. More than that kind of fail, is my laptop battery and its' failure to be consistent, and actually function. Unfortunately I have no money, so I can't get a new battery. Oh well.
Why is it that once you leave a place, you start thinking about it with rose-colored glasses? Not every place, obviously, but some places take on the sentimental love quality that you certainly don't experience when you're living there. To be more specific, I've been thinking a lot about Boston in recent months. I think my time there would have been a whole lot easier to live through if one of my roommates hadn't been the Bubonic fucking Plague in human form. By the way, on that note, Kelly should be sanctified by the church for being the most amazing kind person ever for putting up with said human plague, and my bullshit too. So Pope Benedict, if you have the off chance of reading this tripe, keep her in mind. She's a good Catholic, and a fucking amazing person.
I think that about does it for right now...cheers.
Monday, September 14, 2009
jesus in cotton candy
listening to: Violent Dreams - Jump, Little Children [Magazine]
quick post before Pilates @ 12:30.
Last night:
Went to see Bill Maher's stand-up gig in Anaheim. For whatever inconceivable reason, I absolutely love Bill Maher- comedy-wise anyway. He's just the funniest goddamn person, and seems to be the only person in the media who represents most of my ideas on politics, religion and popular culture. So last night really was a long time coming dream to be able to see one his stand up shows.
It was AWESOMELY inappropriate. Masturbation jokes make me laugh, when tied to Sarah Palin, Republicans and the like. lol. THIS IS THE PROBLEM OF GROWING UP WITH AN OLDER BROTHER. I can't think like a girl going "ewwww guy jokes!". Most guy jokes are just wayyy too funny. As long as family members aren't telling them, anyway.
Before the show, we were going to find something to eat, but the only fucking place open was HOOTERS. God save my soul from rotting if I ever have to go in that place again. Most degrading experience ever. Orange polyester hotpants, fat sports fans screaming, and tube socks. Reallllly not something I want to experience ever ever ever again. Gross.
Got to the venue and discovered that myself and my friend (Alisa) got to go through a special entrance and had seats in the second row! Woo! I've never been that close. Except for like, Rocco DeLuca.
Anyway, it's pilates time!
<3kate
quick post before Pilates @ 12:30.
Last night:
Went to see Bill Maher's stand-up gig in Anaheim. For whatever inconceivable reason, I absolutely love Bill Maher- comedy-wise anyway. He's just the funniest goddamn person, and seems to be the only person in the media who represents most of my ideas on politics, religion and popular culture. So last night really was a long time coming dream to be able to see one his stand up shows.
It was AWESOMELY inappropriate. Masturbation jokes make me laugh, when tied to Sarah Palin, Republicans and the like. lol. THIS IS THE PROBLEM OF GROWING UP WITH AN OLDER BROTHER. I can't think like a girl going "ewwww guy jokes!". Most guy jokes are just wayyy too funny. As long as family members aren't telling them, anyway.
Before the show, we were going to find something to eat, but the only fucking place open was HOOTERS. God save my soul from rotting if I ever have to go in that place again. Most degrading experience ever. Orange polyester hotpants, fat sports fans screaming, and tube socks. Reallllly not something I want to experience ever ever ever again. Gross.
Got to the venue and discovered that myself and my friend (Alisa) got to go through a special entrance and had seats in the second row! Woo! I've never been that close. Except for like, Rocco DeLuca.
Anyway, it's pilates time!
<3kate
Friday, September 11, 2009
perfect little dream, the kind that hurts the most
I both love and detest my existence right now. No point into going into details, but one of the things that puts me in a bad mood is my lack of job which = lack of money, = no Nine Inch Nails shows. Trent will probably get bored and come back in a few years, but what if he doesn't and because the economy sucks, I couldn't go see the last shows ever? That's fucked up. Goddamn you Republicans!!!!
Watched the end of a good movie with Daniel Craig last night. I saw it sometime early this year or late last year- it's called Flashbacks of a Fool. And it's got some awesome music. [i.e. If There Is Something by Roxy Music]
Trying to eat healthier, add more time to my 6-day a week workouts and get enough sleep... It's too much of an obsession but whatever it's a healthy obsession. It's not like I'm getting bulked up like Trent "El Queso" Reznor and his lack of neck. El Queso is like a middle aged Hulk and I think he's bad ass, but a lack of neck always weirds me out. It's like football players and their lack of neck. Yuck.
alright, signing off.
cheers.
Watched the end of a good movie with Daniel Craig last night. I saw it sometime early this year or late last year- it's called Flashbacks of a Fool. And it's got some awesome music. [i.e. If There Is Something by Roxy Music]
Trying to eat healthier, add more time to my 6-day a week workouts and get enough sleep... It's too much of an obsession but whatever it's a healthy obsession. It's not like I'm getting bulked up like Trent "El Queso" Reznor and his lack of neck. El Queso is like a middle aged Hulk and I think he's bad ass, but a lack of neck always weirds me out. It's like football players and their lack of neck. Yuck.
alright, signing off.
cheers.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
cloudy with a chance of... Iron Chef?
listening to: Nine Inch Nails- Echoplex [The Slip]
Dad is using one of those carpet cleaners to clean, well obviously, the carpets. It's loud and he's been doing it for at least four hours. Crazy. Somehow despite how loud it is, I took a nap. And people, I have major sleeping issues. I've been on sleeping meds for a year and a half for Christ's sake. I haven't actually napped in at least two years, and today, I napped, noise and all! So proud of self. Had to blog about it so that in a year or so, I can pull up this retarded piece of crap and read it, then go "wow, why did I write about this publically?"
Wish I was going to see NIN.... poo. Wish I worked for Trent Reznor. That would be kind of awesome. Actually, I could do an anthropological study and artwork at the same time. Hmm. My interests need to stay at bay, since I have far too many. With my lack of social life, lack of social awareness, my musings get the better of me. My imagination needs to chill for a while.
I tell people I'm planning on going to Berkeley, and their first comment/question relates to "yeah but you haven't gotten in yet have you?" Fuck you, I will. I have to go to an Ivy or comparable. I'll never get into grad school or get grants or fellowships or a job to pay off my massive debt if I don't go. Failing just is not an option, physically, mentally, or emotionally. It just isn't an option for me. $100,000 isn't just going to fall out of the fucking sky.
Speaking of things falling from the sky, I really want to see that new kids' film "Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs." The book that the movie is based on was one of my favorites as a child. The idea of soup raining from the sky into restaurants without ceilings is just way too exciting for my imagination to pass up. In the book, there was no scientist who created some machine that turned meteorology into the goddamn Food Network WORLD though. If I was going to have food raining from the heavens, I would hope it would be prepared by Morimoto or Bobby Flay.
okay I'm going now..
Dad is using one of those carpet cleaners to clean, well obviously, the carpets. It's loud and he's been doing it for at least four hours. Crazy. Somehow despite how loud it is, I took a nap. And people, I have major sleeping issues. I've been on sleeping meds for a year and a half for Christ's sake. I haven't actually napped in at least two years, and today, I napped, noise and all! So proud of self. Had to blog about it so that in a year or so, I can pull up this retarded piece of crap and read it, then go "wow, why did I write about this publically?"
Wish I was going to see NIN.... poo. Wish I worked for Trent Reznor. That would be kind of awesome. Actually, I could do an anthropological study and artwork at the same time. Hmm. My interests need to stay at bay, since I have far too many. With my lack of social life, lack of social awareness, my musings get the better of me. My imagination needs to chill for a while.
I tell people I'm planning on going to Berkeley, and their first comment/question relates to "yeah but you haven't gotten in yet have you?" Fuck you, I will. I have to go to an Ivy or comparable. I'll never get into grad school or get grants or fellowships or a job to pay off my massive debt if I don't go. Failing just is not an option, physically, mentally, or emotionally. It just isn't an option for me. $100,000 isn't just going to fall out of the fucking sky.
Speaking of things falling from the sky, I really want to see that new kids' film "Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs." The book that the movie is based on was one of my favorites as a child. The idea of soup raining from the sky into restaurants without ceilings is just way too exciting for my imagination to pass up. In the book, there was no scientist who created some machine that turned meteorology into the goddamn Food Network WORLD though. If I was going to have food raining from the heavens, I would hope it would be prepared by Morimoto or Bobby Flay.
okay I'm going now..
Sunday, August 30, 2009
30 songs
I saw this on a friend's facebook and thought it was a cool little survey of information. I think it may or may not tell a great deal about a person.
30 SONGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT. *mine are in no particular order*
1) Radiohead- Everything In Its Right Place
2) Lifehouse - Learn You Inside Out
3) Chester Bennington - System (oh how i love this song)
4) Yo-Yo Ma - JS Bach, Cello Suite #1, Prelude
5) Nine Inch Nails - Thats What I Get (it is the worst song ever written, but i do love it)
6) Radiohead - Videotape
7) Anne Lennox - Why
8) Backstreet Boys - I Want it That Way (LMAO- its the most random song ever)
9) Bob Dylan - Desolation Row, from the Unplugged album
10) Bob Dylan - Most of the Time
11) Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the Dark
12) Coldplay - A Message
13) David Gray - The Other Side
14) David Gray - Please Forgive Me
15) Deftones - Passenger (Maynard makes this song absolutely amazing)
16) Elton John - Levon (!!)
17) Eric Clapton - River of Tears
18) Linkin Park - The Little Things Give You Away
19) Deftones - Change in the house of flies
20) Linkin Park - Krwlng
21) Nine Inch Nails - Somewhat Damaged
22) Tracy Chapman - Fast Car
23) Tool - Right In Two
24) Sarah McLachlan - Angel
25) Roxy Music - If There Is Something
26) Sting - When We Dance
27) A Perfect Circle - Peace Love and Understanding
28) Paul Simon - The Cool, Cool River
29) Paul Simon feat. Ladysmith Black Mambazo - Homeless
30) Nine Inch Nails - and all that could have been
This list really could go on for another 25-30 songs. Maybe I'll make part two soon. Perhaps it will include the motherload of awful music: Nsync!
Pray for the firefighters and everyone close to the fires right now in socal! Send good thoughts if prayer isn't your thing. It couldn't hurt.
cheers,
kate
30 SONGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT. *mine are in no particular order*
1) Radiohead- Everything In Its Right Place
2) Lifehouse - Learn You Inside Out
3) Chester Bennington - System (oh how i love this song)
4) Yo-Yo Ma - JS Bach, Cello Suite #1, Prelude
5) Nine Inch Nails - Thats What I Get (it is the worst song ever written, but i do love it)
6) Radiohead - Videotape
7) Anne Lennox - Why
8) Backstreet Boys - I Want it That Way (LMAO- its the most random song ever)
9) Bob Dylan - Desolation Row, from the Unplugged album
10) Bob Dylan - Most of the Time
11) Bruce Springsteen - Dancing in the Dark
12) Coldplay - A Message
13) David Gray - The Other Side
14) David Gray - Please Forgive Me
15) Deftones - Passenger (Maynard makes this song absolutely amazing)
16) Elton John - Levon (!!)
17) Eric Clapton - River of Tears
18) Linkin Park - The Little Things Give You Away
19) Deftones - Change in the house of flies
20) Linkin Park - Krwlng
21) Nine Inch Nails - Somewhat Damaged
22) Tracy Chapman - Fast Car
23) Tool - Right In Two
24) Sarah McLachlan - Angel
25) Roxy Music - If There Is Something
26) Sting - When We Dance
27) A Perfect Circle - Peace Love and Understanding
28) Paul Simon - The Cool, Cool River
29) Paul Simon feat. Ladysmith Black Mambazo - Homeless
30) Nine Inch Nails - and all that could have been
This list really could go on for another 25-30 songs. Maybe I'll make part two soon. Perhaps it will include the motherload of awful music: Nsync!
Pray for the firefighters and everyone close to the fires right now in socal! Send good thoughts if prayer isn't your thing. It couldn't hurt.
cheers,
kate
Thursday, August 27, 2009
i have four botttles of lotion
For whatever reason, my cat always tries to eat my hair when it's close enough to his face. Go figure.
So apparently, according to my research, I'm related to Winston Churchill, Lady Diana, George Washington, and I think, the Windsors. How can I live up to this? I don't know. Hmmm... But I can trace my heritage back to the 8th or 9th century AD (not BC- though that would have been the most bad ass thing ever).
Concert tonight at Memorial Park in Pasadena that should be interesting.... Depending on whether my sore throat goes away, Iwill decide to go or not. Sore throat is from the barbeque-pit-smelling air, which is due to the fire in the mountains near Azusa. In addition to the fires, it's been really hot here, so yesterday we had the a/c on because we couldn't have the windows/screen door open- too hot but bad air quality. yuck. stupid smoke everywhere.
cheers
kate
So apparently, according to my research, I'm related to Winston Churchill, Lady Diana, George Washington, and I think, the Windsors. How can I live up to this? I don't know. Hmmm... But I can trace my heritage back to the 8th or 9th century AD (not BC- though that would have been the most bad ass thing ever).
Concert tonight at Memorial Park in Pasadena that should be interesting.... Depending on whether my sore throat goes away, Iwill decide to go or not. Sore throat is from the barbeque-pit-smelling air, which is due to the fire in the mountains near Azusa. In addition to the fires, it's been really hot here, so yesterday we had the a/c on because we couldn't have the windows/screen door open- too hot but bad air quality. yuck. stupid smoke everywhere.
cheers
kate
Sunday, August 23, 2009
i love me some clarified butter
It's a good thing I don't eat Ethiopian food everyday because if I did, I would be spoiled in eating. Seriously. Wow. I love that darn food! So much butter! Lots and lots of clarified butter and spices = happy happy eating experience. Service at the restaurant was so-so, but the food was fantastic so oh well. I think the service might have been something cultural? I don't know. Maybe it's because my dinner companion and myself are white? I hope that isn't the reason, because that would be sad. I'm not expecting ass-kissing fake niceness, but our one server wasn't even polite. Oh well. There was a guy at a table outside who looked so much like Haile Gebrselassie that I did a double-take to confirm it wasn't the fastest marathoner in the world... Well at least his native country can be super proud of its' cuisine. YUMMY.
Fried yam balls & fried plantains = best crap on the planet. The yam dish was from Ghana apparently, but who cares. It was good.
clarified butter is a gift from god hahaha
sponging up leftover sauce with injera = good times.
location: Rosalind's Ethiopian restaurant on Fairfax in LA. Tasty!
I need to go grocery shopping....
Fried yam balls & fried plantains = best crap on the planet. The yam dish was from Ghana apparently, but who cares. It was good.
clarified butter is a gift from god hahaha
sponging up leftover sauce with injera = good times.
location: Rosalind's Ethiopian restaurant on Fairfax in LA. Tasty!
I need to go grocery shopping....
Thursday, August 20, 2009
disposableconsolationprize
There seems to be a trend in my life where people just decide they want nothing to do with me. I think this disappearing act by these people is a big part of my need for attention. I'm shy and it takes a long time for me to trust people, only to have them scoff at me and disappear out of my life. Either they tell me they don't want anything to do with me, or they just stop talking to me. This must stop! I don't know why this seems to happen as frequently as it does. What did I say? What did I do? I wonder about this on and on until I get myself in a crazy place in my head... I think too much, I'm too introspective- this much I know. I realize I have to stop blaming myself for everything.
But it's painful when you invest your time and heart into a relationship only to have a person actually tell you they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. I knew that one was coming, I'd known for a long time because this person actually told me that they had done this with other people. How sick is that? Both on my part for continuing on in the friendship, and the other person, for just doing what she did? It's been like... I don't know a few years since I was told that I was no longer wanted as a friend and every once and a while I think about it, and it pisses me off. Obviously there are two parts to a story and we both had something to do with the friendship crumbling. But it pisses me off when I think about how fucking hard I try with people. This is why I've started distancing myself from people; I've finally learned part of the lesson. Never truly invest yourself with someone because they'll flush you down a drain when they're done with you. So yes, I'm emotionally needy, but I think it's partly to do with how a lot of people seem to just... trash me.
The person who had the most impact on me, unfortunately seemed to have molded me into someone that doesn't hug, doesn't touch, and shies away from all of it was also someone who I loved. I loved him and he trashed me and I kept believing that he would change. He told me he loved me and then talked about killing himself. I worried myself sick over that rat bastard. I know I shouldn't give him the power, shouldn't give the credit and just be a strong person but... goddamn you for molding me into something I never wanted to be. You did it under the radar and by the time I realized what I had become, the change in my heart had already happened. What's done and I'm no longer your consolation prize at the end of the day.
Another person recently pulled a 180 on our relationship. We were friends and we talked and I thought everything was fine. And then about six months ago, this person just like, completely stopped contacting me. It seemed to be out of nowhere. Nothing was ever said. The contact just stopped. I've attempted to initiate a friendly "how are you" now and then and it goes nowhere. I don't know why this happened. But there's another person that has decided I'm just disposable.
Why am I so disposable? Please, tell me. The second person I wrote about, I doubt he will ever read this, but if you do, if this message I send out into the cosmic void actually reaches you somehow, please tell me what I did wrong. What was your reason for disposing of me? Because that's what it feels like. Like you threw me away.
I try to call people, just try to be polite and carry on what few friendships I actually have, and I am never the important person. I'm never important enough to call back, contact unless it's good for the other person. Why am I so disposable?
But I'm tired of being the consolation prize at the end of the day when you don't give a crap anyway. So excuse me for being callous and negative and harsh, but it's my own way of making sure I don't getting hurt again and again. There's only so much that can be repaired.
Why do I get thrown away?
The people that actually try, believe me when I say that it's very very much appreciated. It gives me hope that I'm not a piece of trash like so many people seem to think of me as. You guys know who you are- you actually call, text and try to talk to me. You make an effort and even when I'm difficult and negative, you're there. This means more than you know. I feel more positive because of you guys. I try to change my outlook, and I've begun to actually be a positive person.
cheers cosmic void.until next time...
But it's painful when you invest your time and heart into a relationship only to have a person actually tell you they don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. I knew that one was coming, I'd known for a long time because this person actually told me that they had done this with other people. How sick is that? Both on my part for continuing on in the friendship, and the other person, for just doing what she did? It's been like... I don't know a few years since I was told that I was no longer wanted as a friend and every once and a while I think about it, and it pisses me off. Obviously there are two parts to a story and we both had something to do with the friendship crumbling. But it pisses me off when I think about how fucking hard I try with people. This is why I've started distancing myself from people; I've finally learned part of the lesson. Never truly invest yourself with someone because they'll flush you down a drain when they're done with you. So yes, I'm emotionally needy, but I think it's partly to do with how a lot of people seem to just... trash me.
The person who had the most impact on me, unfortunately seemed to have molded me into someone that doesn't hug, doesn't touch, and shies away from all of it was also someone who I loved. I loved him and he trashed me and I kept believing that he would change. He told me he loved me and then talked about killing himself. I worried myself sick over that rat bastard. I know I shouldn't give him the power, shouldn't give the credit and just be a strong person but... goddamn you for molding me into something I never wanted to be. You did it under the radar and by the time I realized what I had become, the change in my heart had already happened. What's done and I'm no longer your consolation prize at the end of the day.
Another person recently pulled a 180 on our relationship. We were friends and we talked and I thought everything was fine. And then about six months ago, this person just like, completely stopped contacting me. It seemed to be out of nowhere. Nothing was ever said. The contact just stopped. I've attempted to initiate a friendly "how are you" now and then and it goes nowhere. I don't know why this happened. But there's another person that has decided I'm just disposable.
Why am I so disposable? Please, tell me. The second person I wrote about, I doubt he will ever read this, but if you do, if this message I send out into the cosmic void actually reaches you somehow, please tell me what I did wrong. What was your reason for disposing of me? Because that's what it feels like. Like you threw me away.
I try to call people, just try to be polite and carry on what few friendships I actually have, and I am never the important person. I'm never important enough to call back, contact unless it's good for the other person. Why am I so disposable?
But I'm tired of being the consolation prize at the end of the day when you don't give a crap anyway. So excuse me for being callous and negative and harsh, but it's my own way of making sure I don't getting hurt again and again. There's only so much that can be repaired.
Why do I get thrown away?
The people that actually try, believe me when I say that it's very very much appreciated. It gives me hope that I'm not a piece of trash like so many people seem to think of me as. You guys know who you are- you actually call, text and try to talk to me. You make an effort and even when I'm difficult and negative, you're there. This means more than you know. I feel more positive because of you guys. I try to change my outlook, and I've begun to actually be a positive person.
cheers cosmic void.until next time...
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
the condescention of lady catharine de bourgh
"Oh no one knows what I suffer with my nerves, but you know I never complain!"
Mrs. Bennett/ Pride & Prejudice
I never get tired of this frakking movie; between Colin Firth as Darcy, the idiocy of Mr. Collins, and Pemberley... Oh how I wish to go back in time and see the English countryside during the late 18th century/early 19th century!
Yesterday, I found my father's maternal lineage in the family bible which I believed to have disappeared- thankfully not so! On the maternal side of the family, we have records going back to the 11th and 13th centuries. One side was Irish, one side was French. On one side, there was a member of the continental congress AND a senator from South Carolina. The Benton side of the family has been in the states since 1639(!!)- three years after the founding of Harvard freaking University.
Yes, my family has been in the U.S. since before it was the U.S., for 350 years. Very cool.
Okay back to Pride & Prejudice... HAHA mr collins being creepy...
Mrs. Bennett/ Pride & Prejudice
I never get tired of this frakking movie; between Colin Firth as Darcy, the idiocy of Mr. Collins, and Pemberley... Oh how I wish to go back in time and see the English countryside during the late 18th century/early 19th century!
Yesterday, I found my father's maternal lineage in the family bible which I believed to have disappeared- thankfully not so! On the maternal side of the family, we have records going back to the 11th and 13th centuries. One side was Irish, one side was French. On one side, there was a member of the continental congress AND a senator from South Carolina. The Benton side of the family has been in the states since 1639(!!)- three years after the founding of Harvard freaking University.
Yes, my family has been in the U.S. since before it was the U.S., for 350 years. Very cool.
Okay back to Pride & Prejudice... HAHA mr collins being creepy...
Friday, August 7, 2009
des fruits and a pornstache
As much as I told myself I would never watch The Sound of Music, as much as I said it for years... well, I really like the damned movie (despite its' being a musical and all). So I'm becoming a cliche at the ripe age of 22, and it's getting on my nerves. Oh well.
Also, as I was telling someone earlier, the "flavor grenade" variety of a pluot (plum + apricot hybrid if you live under a rock) is quite awesome. It's crunchy and sweet and apparently only grows for about a month during the summer. wtf? This is not fair! I finally find a fruit I can really enjoy, and I find out that I have a month to enjoy it. What is this bullshit?
If I don't start looking like Brunhilde from all the pilates and cardio workouts I've been doing lately, there's going to be some serious confusion. As some of my friends have pointed out to me, why I'm not as tiny as a twig with the "healthy" eating habits and excessive exercising (*note: i spelled exercising wrong so I clicked spell check, and it gave me an option for "exorcizing- i reeeeeeally wanted to choose that spelling just to be a dweeb).... This lack of brunhildeness is confusing me.
Here's some news that I have both looked forward to hearing about and dreaded: the movie adaptation of my favorite books- The River Why and The Historian! The former is apparently in post-production and is a low budget version with William Hurt as H20 (the father, Henning Hale-Orviston). The latter is a Da Vinci Code-budget sized film that Sony is slating for a 2010 release. I'm hoping for a 2011 release if it'll make it better. And Tom Hanks better not be in it. Or Helena Bonham Carter or somebody else I'm sick of seeing. If they want to cast Stuart Townsend as Vlad, I would most definitely not be opposed to it, simply because he makes a seriously bad ass vampire. Plus I think with Vlad's ron jeremy pornstache mustache, it would completely bitchin'.
Alas little blog, go out into the cosmos where maybe 2 people will read you...
Also, as I was telling someone earlier, the "flavor grenade" variety of a pluot (plum + apricot hybrid if you live under a rock) is quite awesome. It's crunchy and sweet and apparently only grows for about a month during the summer. wtf? This is not fair! I finally find a fruit I can really enjoy, and I find out that I have a month to enjoy it. What is this bullshit?
If I don't start looking like Brunhilde from all the pilates and cardio workouts I've been doing lately, there's going to be some serious confusion. As some of my friends have pointed out to me, why I'm not as tiny as a twig with the "healthy" eating habits and excessive exercising (*note: i spelled exercising wrong so I clicked spell check, and it gave me an option for "exorcizing- i reeeeeeally wanted to choose that spelling just to be a dweeb).... This lack of brunhildeness is confusing me.
Here's some news that I have both looked forward to hearing about and dreaded: the movie adaptation of my favorite books- The River Why and The Historian! The former is apparently in post-production and is a low budget version with William Hurt as H20 (the father, Henning Hale-Orviston). The latter is a Da Vinci Code-budget sized film that Sony is slating for a 2010 release. I'm hoping for a 2011 release if it'll make it better. And Tom Hanks better not be in it. Or Helena Bonham Carter or somebody else I'm sick of seeing. If they want to cast Stuart Townsend as Vlad, I would most definitely not be opposed to it, simply because he makes a seriously bad ass vampire. Plus I think with Vlad's ron jeremy pornstache mustache, it would completely bitchin'.
Alas little blog, go out into the cosmos where maybe 2 people will read you...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
If I were an Op-Ed writer...
So apparently both Twitter and Facebook are down because they've been hacked into. My feelings on the matter are this:
1) can people please stop hacking into things because it just makes you a big TURD for doing so.
2) LOL @ reactions of people unable to use Twitter. Check out this msn article:
"Allison Koski, a public-relations manager in Manhattan, said she felt "completely lost" without Twitter.
"I had to Google search Twitter to find out what was going on, when normally my Twitter feed gives me all the breaking news I need," Koski said."
She feels completely lost without Twitter? Holy crap seriously? GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU TWAT. I'm actually hoping that was a misquote, because admitting to such a feeling about being able to type 140 characters about whatever mundane thing you're doing that doesn't really matter, should institutionalize a person. Don't get me wrong, I use Twitter on occasion. I read a few news bits from CNN's Anderson Cooper, and Runner's World and a couple of friends. But I'm not crying and saying I can't go on in life if I can't use Twitter!
So Twitter is down. *shrug* Go on the NPR website and read news there, or the CNN website or something else. If you feel you're out of the loop, big effing deal. You got along perfectly fine before twitter, so what's the difference now? Laziness I guess.
The point is this: stop using these websites as a crutch! Become too dependent and you're like how I am now about coffee. I didn't drink it for about 4 months and as soon as I had started drinking it again, I couldn't get it off my mind and kept convincing myself that I had to go buy a latte. Which is bullshit, because nobody NEEDS to buy a latte. Nobody NEEDS Twitter. It's not going to help you by becoming completely dependent on it.
But hell, what am I saying this for; this is the same country where 50% of marriages end in divorce, 50% of Mississippi is 50% body fat and Starbucks is the national pasttime.
I give up.
1) can people please stop hacking into things because it just makes you a big TURD for doing so.
2) LOL @ reactions of people unable to use Twitter. Check out this msn article:
"Allison Koski, a public-relations manager in Manhattan, said she felt "completely lost" without Twitter.
"I had to Google search Twitter to find out what was going on, when normally my Twitter feed gives me all the breaking news I need," Koski said."
She feels completely lost without Twitter? Holy crap seriously? GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU TWAT. I'm actually hoping that was a misquote, because admitting to such a feeling about being able to type 140 characters about whatever mundane thing you're doing that doesn't really matter, should institutionalize a person. Don't get me wrong, I use Twitter on occasion. I read a few news bits from CNN's Anderson Cooper, and Runner's World and a couple of friends. But I'm not crying and saying I can't go on in life if I can't use Twitter!
So Twitter is down. *shrug* Go on the NPR website and read news there, or the CNN website or something else. If you feel you're out of the loop, big effing deal. You got along perfectly fine before twitter, so what's the difference now? Laziness I guess.
The point is this: stop using these websites as a crutch! Become too dependent and you're like how I am now about coffee. I didn't drink it for about 4 months and as soon as I had started drinking it again, I couldn't get it off my mind and kept convincing myself that I had to go buy a latte. Which is bullshit, because nobody NEEDS to buy a latte. Nobody NEEDS Twitter. It's not going to help you by becoming completely dependent on it.
But hell, what am I saying this for; this is the same country where 50% of marriages end in divorce, 50% of Mississippi is 50% body fat and Starbucks is the national pasttime.
I give up.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
per a request...
Per Ryan's request, here's my list of awesome songs. None are in any sort of order...
1. The Obvious Child - Paul Simon
2. By Heart - Sylvie Lewis
3. Learn You Inside Yout - Lifehouse
4. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman
5. Right In Two - Tool
6. Demon Seed - Nine Inch Nails
7. We're In This Together - Nine Inch Nails
8. Blackout - Muse
9. Valparaiso - Sting
10. La Vie en Rose - Louis Armstrong version
11. Down on the Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival
12. White Room - Cream
13. And All That Could Have Been - Nine Inch Nails
14. Suckerlove - Kate Havnevik
15. Desolation Row - Bob Dylan
only 15 but that's just the way it is.
cheers.
kate
1. The Obvious Child - Paul Simon
2. By Heart - Sylvie Lewis
3. Learn You Inside Yout - Lifehouse
4. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman
5. Right In Two - Tool
6. Demon Seed - Nine Inch Nails
7. We're In This Together - Nine Inch Nails
8. Blackout - Muse
9. Valparaiso - Sting
10. La Vie en Rose - Louis Armstrong version
11. Down on the Corner - Creedence Clearwater Revival
12. White Room - Cream
13. And All That Could Have Been - Nine Inch Nails
14. Suckerlove - Kate Havnevik
15. Desolation Row - Bob Dylan
only 15 but that's just the way it is.
cheers.
kate
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
middle of summer
My cat is grooming himself into oblivion right now, as he always seems to be, propped up on my yoga mat & gym bag.
Reading a book called The Brothers K by David James Duncan (author of The River Why, also known as my favorite book). For some reason I like reading this authors' books while listening to Paul Simon. Who knows.
Pilates!!!!! I'm going to have abs of steel from these frigging pilates classes I'm going to.
Anyone have a 4x5 camera they just don't want? And film to go with it? And a darkroom?
Movies: last Sunday I watched the sixth installment of the book-adapted Harry Potter films, which was interesting. Not too keen on the ending (Terra was correctomundo on that) but as always, Rupert Grint and Alan Rickman were beyond fantastic.
Saturday afternoon I saw Unmistaken Child at the Laemmle. Amaaaazing amazing documentary about a Buddhist monk in search for his masters' reincarnation. Seeing the film really made me more convinced about my positive thoughts on Buddhism and the possibility that I may someday convert to being a Buddhist.
It's too hot. Ew.
cheers,
kate
Reading a book called The Brothers K by David James Duncan (author of The River Why, also known as my favorite book). For some reason I like reading this authors' books while listening to Paul Simon. Who knows.
Pilates!!!!! I'm going to have abs of steel from these frigging pilates classes I'm going to.
Anyone have a 4x5 camera they just don't want? And film to go with it? And a darkroom?
Movies: last Sunday I watched the sixth installment of the book-adapted Harry Potter films, which was interesting. Not too keen on the ending (Terra was correctomundo on that) but as always, Rupert Grint and Alan Rickman were beyond fantastic.
Saturday afternoon I saw Unmistaken Child at the Laemmle. Amaaaazing amazing documentary about a Buddhist monk in search for his masters' reincarnation. Seeing the film really made me more convinced about my positive thoughts on Buddhism and the possibility that I may someday convert to being a Buddhist.
It's too hot. Ew.
cheers,
kate
Monday, June 22, 2009
it's officially summer, huzzah!
So there's a Mercedes-Benz that is bullet proof, gas proof and explosives proof. Holy cow. In the commercial they seem to attach a bunch of c4 or something to the bottom of the car and there's giant explosions around it and the car is TOTALLY fine. wow. It's around $500,000... Then again, for half a million dollars it should do that, shine my shoes and bake pizzas too. Easy bake ovens!!
That car might come in handy in say, South Africa, where they have the highest rate of stolen cars in the world (i think). Very scary.
So along with your Mercedes S600 Guard, you could purchase that house I found on the Coldwell Banker website-- it's in Beverly Hills, is sixty MILLION DOLLARS, has seventeen bedrooms, and THIRTY BATHROOMS. THIRTY. hahahahahahahaaaa. When I found that house last month I almost fell off the chair laughing at the amount of bathrooms. It's insane, nobody in their right mind (being the key words) needs thirty freaking bathrooms! That's not a house, it's a boutique hotel.
Good stuff.
I know that jobs now look at peoples' myspaces/facebooks/blogs when they are interviewing perspective employees.... so I looked around the various social networks that I've ever used and couldn't find anything incriminating. THe stuff I talk about is just weird crap I see on TV or stories of the mexican/spanish/latino/hispanic/south american/ whatever is politically correct these days workers that work around near my house and creep me out because they look at me like a piece of meat. It's just disgusting. It's like when I was in high school and the gardeners would honk and whistle at me while I was walking home. What is that about? I was sweaty and probably smelled absolutely foul from power walking my butt all the way across town in like 25 minutes, fifty pound backpack on my back... It's not like I dress provocatively. I wear jeans and tshirts.
Anyway, signing off. Cheers and happy summer!
kate
That car might come in handy in say, South Africa, where they have the highest rate of stolen cars in the world (i think). Very scary.
So along with your Mercedes S600 Guard, you could purchase that house I found on the Coldwell Banker website-- it's in Beverly Hills, is sixty MILLION DOLLARS, has seventeen bedrooms, and THIRTY BATHROOMS. THIRTY. hahahahahahahaaaa. When I found that house last month I almost fell off the chair laughing at the amount of bathrooms. It's insane, nobody in their right mind (being the key words) needs thirty freaking bathrooms! That's not a house, it's a boutique hotel.
Good stuff.
I know that jobs now look at peoples' myspaces/facebooks/blogs when they are interviewing perspective employees.... so I looked around the various social networks that I've ever used and couldn't find anything incriminating. THe stuff I talk about is just weird crap I see on TV or stories of the mexican/spanish/latino/hispanic/south american/ whatever is politically correct these days workers that work around near my house and creep me out because they look at me like a piece of meat. It's just disgusting. It's like when I was in high school and the gardeners would honk and whistle at me while I was walking home. What is that about? I was sweaty and probably smelled absolutely foul from power walking my butt all the way across town in like 25 minutes, fifty pound backpack on my back... It's not like I dress provocatively. I wear jeans and tshirts.
Anyway, signing off. Cheers and happy summer!
kate
Saturday, June 20, 2009
oh so funny
From last week's Real Time with Bill Maher- New Rules:
"I never thought I'd say this, but actually, what he needs in his personality is a little George Bush. He needs to stop worrying about being loved and bring out that smug, insufferable swagger that says, "Suck on it, America."
George Bush had horrible ideas—torture, deregulation, preemptive war, tax cuts for the rich—but he pushed them through in their full measure, never mind the Congress or the Constitution, the Geneva Convention — Magna Carta—Hammurabi's Code. The point is, he didn't care if it made him unpopular with every human on the planet not named Cletus or Fred Barnes. Which it did.
And what we need to do is to marry the good ideas that Barack Obama has, with a little bit of the Bush attitude and certitude. I'd love it if Obama came out one day and said, "Jesus told me to fix health care."
LMAO.
"I never thought I'd say this, but actually, what he needs in his personality is a little George Bush. He needs to stop worrying about being loved and bring out that smug, insufferable swagger that says, "Suck on it, America."
George Bush had horrible ideas—torture, deregulation, preemptive war, tax cuts for the rich—but he pushed them through in their full measure, never mind the Congress or the Constitution, the Geneva Convention — Magna Carta—Hammurabi's Code. The point is, he didn't care if it made him unpopular with every human on the planet not named Cletus or Fred Barnes. Which it did.
And what we need to do is to marry the good ideas that Barack Obama has, with a little bit of the Bush attitude and certitude. I'd love it if Obama came out one day and said, "Jesus told me to fix health care."
LMAO.
Monday, June 15, 2009
this is a crap update
Fuck yeah the Lakers won the championship! woo!
and it's still overcast. :( and the creepy mexicans that stare at me like i'm a piece of meat every time i walk by are also still downstairs ew. i wish i were a vampire so i could put some fear into them and they would no longer stare. disgusting fools.
BARAK OBAMA GIVE US HEALTHCARE. or aforadable "possible" healthcare.
kate.
and it's still overcast. :( and the creepy mexicans that stare at me like i'm a piece of meat every time i walk by are also still downstairs ew. i wish i were a vampire so i could put some fear into them and they would no longer stare. disgusting fools.
BARAK OBAMA GIVE US HEALTHCARE. or aforadable "possible" healthcare.
kate.
Friday, June 5, 2009
How much drugs did Cream do to write those songs?
doing paintings of trees, with the idea of nature/natural elements themselves as modern day iconography (icons like byzantine icons of saints/jesus/etc)... trying to figure out the best way to actually have people figure something of that bit out. but for now, i'm just happy with the trees. the one of the Gingko tree (doesn't have leaves yet) looks quite fantastic in the dim light of my bedroom right now. whoever said acrylic was impossible is retarded. you just really have to work it quickly and you can get some fantastic effects that you can't get (at least that quickly) with oil. the fact that its flat and has lots of texture at the same time is pretty cool, thanks to the miracle of various acrylic painting mediums (gel medium, gloss medium, modeling paste, gesso)... v. excited to finish, and want to do a HUGE painting now.
actually, would like to collaborate with David Bromstad (from HGTV, and yes, I totally watch HGTV all the time) to incorporate my art into home decor if i had a house. however, still live with parents in their apartment, soooo that won't be happening. ever. since i'm going to be here until i'm 45.
ew heart burn.
kate
ps: man vs wild w/ will ferrell the other night was effing awesome. AND Tales of Brave Ulysses has the weirdest fucking lyrics of all time. weee
actually, would like to collaborate with David Bromstad (from HGTV, and yes, I totally watch HGTV all the time) to incorporate my art into home decor if i had a house. however, still live with parents in their apartment, soooo that won't be happening. ever. since i'm going to be here until i'm 45.
ew heart burn.
kate
ps: man vs wild w/ will ferrell the other night was effing awesome. AND Tales of Brave Ulysses has the weirdest fucking lyrics of all time. weee
Saturday, May 23, 2009
new frigging rules
kates new rules.
1) dick cheney must shut the hell up and go on a nice retirement similar to george w bush's. isn't it fantastic how quiet that guy has been lately? (bush not cheney). Cheney's new job must be: Dubya's pooper scooper!
2) swine flu must have a vaccine, and then go aawwayyyyy (gollum voice)
3) evangaline lilly must become my personal trainer so that i can have her body type.
4) my matress pad thingy must stop moving around because the elastic is apparently dead.
5) CHAMPAGNE, CHAMPAGNE FOR EVERYONE! (bubbles from Little Britain)
6) i need unlimited funds to buy as much yarn as I want. Including 100% italian cashmere.
7) bradley cooper must show up at my house and serenade me with tony bennett, frank sinatra, dean martin etc songs.
oh and oscar de la renta must design a gown for me.
:)
1) dick cheney must shut the hell up and go on a nice retirement similar to george w bush's. isn't it fantastic how quiet that guy has been lately? (bush not cheney). Cheney's new job must be: Dubya's pooper scooper!
2) swine flu must have a vaccine, and then go aawwayyyyy (gollum voice)
3) evangaline lilly must become my personal trainer so that i can have her body type.
4) my matress pad thingy must stop moving around because the elastic is apparently dead.
5) CHAMPAGNE, CHAMPAGNE FOR EVERYONE! (bubbles from Little Britain)
6) i need unlimited funds to buy as much yarn as I want. Including 100% italian cashmere.
7) bradley cooper must show up at my house and serenade me with tony bennett, frank sinatra, dean martin etc songs.
oh and oscar de la renta must design a gown for me.
:)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
D-Fish can punch the shamwow guy.
GAH! Just when I thought iTunes had decided to shuffle in the GOOD songs, it starts playing the ones I don't know why I even have on my computer. Like Nsync.
NOOO NO TONY BENNETT/BARBRA STREISAND UUUGH. Eric Clapton time!
So there's this guy at my gym who disturbs me pretty badly. He's this older guy and he has longish blond hair with an acid-green hankerchief tied Rambo-style around his forehead. And he grunts. Its effing annoying and I seem to be the only one to notice it. It's like every 20-30 seconds, he makes this awkward grunting noise. My dad was like, oh, he's just clearing his throat. So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and let it pass, even perhaps suggest some allergy pills if he's got THAT much congestion. Well, the benefit of the doubt is gone now because he clears his throat IN ADDITION to the grunting. Which makes it just all the more disturbing. Ew ew ewwwww. I don't care if you're having a hard time on the tredmill or the eliptical trainer, there is no excuse for the grunting. You're in a public space and it needs to stop.
In the spirit of my favorite comedian, Bill Maher... NEW RULE: grunting in the gym is not okay. >:(
Angels & Airwaves = awesome. So is this new scone from Coffee Bean. I feel bad for non-california people because i heart coffee bean.
alas, more bob dylan. Oh and Pete Yorn apparently has a new album coming out? Yay? Yay! David Gray needs to release something new.
I still have my crapppppyyyy dying cellphone because i would rather have an already-paid for piece of shit than have to pay for a new phone that's bulky and ugly. Can't afford the service fee for a Blackberry so a new phone will have to wait.
<3 kate
NOOO NO TONY BENNETT/BARBRA STREISAND UUUGH. Eric Clapton time!
So there's this guy at my gym who disturbs me pretty badly. He's this older guy and he has longish blond hair with an acid-green hankerchief tied Rambo-style around his forehead. And he grunts. Its effing annoying and I seem to be the only one to notice it. It's like every 20-30 seconds, he makes this awkward grunting noise. My dad was like, oh, he's just clearing his throat. So I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and let it pass, even perhaps suggest some allergy pills if he's got THAT much congestion. Well, the benefit of the doubt is gone now because he clears his throat IN ADDITION to the grunting. Which makes it just all the more disturbing. Ew ew ewwwww. I don't care if you're having a hard time on the tredmill or the eliptical trainer, there is no excuse for the grunting. You're in a public space and it needs to stop.
In the spirit of my favorite comedian, Bill Maher... NEW RULE: grunting in the gym is not okay. >:(
Angels & Airwaves = awesome. So is this new scone from Coffee Bean. I feel bad for non-california people because i heart coffee bean.
alas, more bob dylan. Oh and Pete Yorn apparently has a new album coming out? Yay? Yay! David Gray needs to release something new.
I still have my crapppppyyyy dying cellphone because i would rather have an already-paid for piece of shit than have to pay for a new phone that's bulky and ugly. Can't afford the service fee for a Blackberry so a new phone will have to wait.
<3 kate
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
EU BAN ON SEAL PRODUCTS! YAY!
eating yogurt covered raisins, feeling bloated and being ECSTATIC THAT THE EU BAN ON SEAL PRODUCTS PASSED!! YAY! take THAT you bastard seal-killing Canadians!!! I don't hate Canada, I hate people who kill seals who happen to be Canadian. Same thing goes with factory farming, American, Canadian, I don't care. If I met them walking down the street and knew who they were, it would be really hard to repress my violent urges to spit in their faces and throw rotten food at them or something. YAYYYYYYYY.
mm. yogurt covered raisins = all kinds of tastiness.
am FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY starting to lose the buddha belly!! thanks to the 5-6 days a week doing the ab machine at the gym for 10 minutes per time. woo. will finally fit into a size four!
ew, construction going on next door with SUPER ANNOYING vacuuming/squeaky noises...
also, um, i really am annoyed by the parrots that have migrated back after a few years away, because they are REALLY goddamn loud at 6 in the morning outside my window. stupid parrots.
and i think it's LUNCHTIME. time to watch the dog whisperer....
<3 kate
mm. yogurt covered raisins = all kinds of tastiness.
am FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY starting to lose the buddha belly!! thanks to the 5-6 days a week doing the ab machine at the gym for 10 minutes per time. woo. will finally fit into a size four!
ew, construction going on next door with SUPER ANNOYING vacuuming/squeaky noises...
also, um, i really am annoyed by the parrots that have migrated back after a few years away, because they are REALLY goddamn loud at 6 in the morning outside my window. stupid parrots.
and i think it's LUNCHTIME. time to watch the dog whisperer....
<3 kate
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
please stop
I just shouldn't even mention this because by doing so, I'm actually giving this completely worthless crap some truly undeserved attention...
We are so going to end up like that movie Idiocracy. The retarded ashton kutcher twitter contest crap just proved it.
As a culture, can we just get over it? I really don't want to see hollywood celebrities on fucking CNN. Gone are the days that important people were on Larry King Live, eh?
Had carne asada for lunch. Tasty.
Back to being lazy doing nothing for Spring Break...
We are so going to end up like that movie Idiocracy. The retarded ashton kutcher twitter contest crap just proved it.
As a culture, can we just get over it? I really don't want to see hollywood celebrities on fucking CNN. Gone are the days that important people were on Larry King Live, eh?
Had carne asada for lunch. Tasty.
Back to being lazy doing nothing for Spring Break...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
i really hate today
i hate people so bad right now. people as in EVERYONE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH. no, but, in general i kind of hate everyone right now. i'm being bitter but whatever.
i HATE hearing people talk about their boyfriends all the time. stfu.
i HATE teenagers who drive BMWs/nice cars. spoiled pieces of shit.
i HATE banks. hey assholes wheres MY bailout? at least my loans were because i wanted to better myself by getting an education. and i'll never finish college because i'll never be able to afford it. and i'll never get a job because only college grads are getting jobs in this economy.
my hands hurt along with EVERYTHING ELSE on my body today.
i really hate my life today. today just fucking sucks.
i HATE hearing people talk about their boyfriends all the time. stfu.
i HATE teenagers who drive BMWs/nice cars. spoiled pieces of shit.
i HATE banks. hey assholes wheres MY bailout? at least my loans were because i wanted to better myself by getting an education. and i'll never finish college because i'll never be able to afford it. and i'll never get a job because only college grads are getting jobs in this economy.
my hands hurt along with EVERYTHING ELSE on my body today.
i really hate my life today. today just fucking sucks.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
why does my bed smell like chocolate?
i think that David Bowie song I'm Afraid of Americans pretty much sums it up for me. And I am an American, so there you go.
Peruvian/Salvadoran food today???? Am super hungry right now.. Grrrr.
My knees look funny when they're taped.
Keara got a puppy and i want to fly to florida just to smush it with hugs because it's so dang cute!!! If my grandmother wasn't in a home (think: Shady Pines) going to florida would also be an incentive because talahassee brings memories of THE best pound cake in the history of the freaking world. mmmmm.
thinking of cake not helping with wanting of food.
where did the sun go?! and why does my comfortor smell like chocolate? my nose is screwed up.
oy vey.
Peruvian/Salvadoran food today???? Am super hungry right now.. Grrrr.
My knees look funny when they're taped.
Keara got a puppy and i want to fly to florida just to smush it with hugs because it's so dang cute!!! If my grandmother wasn't in a home (think: Shady Pines) going to florida would also be an incentive because talahassee brings memories of THE best pound cake in the history of the freaking world. mmmmm.
thinking of cake not helping with wanting of food.
where did the sun go?! and why does my comfortor smell like chocolate? my nose is screwed up.
oy vey.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
i'm compulsive
things i really like:
-hand sanitizer
-harry potter
-moleskin sketchbooks
-lavender flowers + lavender lotion
-my ten dollar manwallet from target
-not using my expensive ikea Poang chair
-being ghetto and using random cubbies for my wine (i.e. my dresser, and some storage in my closet)
-lord of the mother effing rings
-cubbies
-bookshelves
-flat screen tvs
-trashcans
-waterbottles that make noise
-35mm black and white film
things i really want
-k2 meter (hahaha)
-digital voice recorder
-a light dimmer
-walkin closet
- closet with far too many pairs of designer shoes
-a proper wine rack (or a place to actually put one)
-insoles
-special extended edition LOTR dvds
-christian bale
-more oddly shaped pillows
-socks!
-custom made/sized maple boards (for painting)
-north face pullover
-a proper rain coat (i have a snow jacket but it gets rather warm)
things that tick me off
- turnitin.com
-my psychology textbook
-heartburn
-my cat laying on my pillow
-insomnia
-crazy drivers at costco/pcc
-lint
-billy fucking mays (the oxy clean guy who yells)
-THE SNUGGIE. die!
-foxnews
-our former president and his entire family
-bill clinton
-canada
-people who like star wars
cherio. or cheerios. either way.
kate.
-hand sanitizer
-harry potter
-moleskin sketchbooks
-lavender flowers + lavender lotion
-my ten dollar manwallet from target
-not using my expensive ikea Poang chair
-being ghetto and using random cubbies for my wine (i.e. my dresser, and some storage in my closet)
-lord of the mother effing rings
-cubbies
-bookshelves
-flat screen tvs
-trashcans
-waterbottles that make noise
-35mm black and white film
things i really want
-k2 meter (hahaha)
-digital voice recorder
-a light dimmer
-walkin closet
- closet with far too many pairs of designer shoes
-a proper wine rack (or a place to actually put one)
-insoles
-special extended edition LOTR dvds
-christian bale
-more oddly shaped pillows
-socks!
-custom made/sized maple boards (for painting)
-north face pullover
-a proper rain coat (i have a snow jacket but it gets rather warm)
things that tick me off
- turnitin.com
-my psychology textbook
-heartburn
-my cat laying on my pillow
-insomnia
-crazy drivers at costco/pcc
-lint
-billy fucking mays (the oxy clean guy who yells)
-THE SNUGGIE. die!
-foxnews
-our former president and his entire family
-bill clinton
-canada
-people who like star wars
cherio. or cheerios. either way.
kate.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
men in tights?
Mikhail Baryshnikov is awesome.
the music makes me laugh because the guy singing sounds like he has a permanent belch going on. *sings like russian guy in video*
Was watching the movie that this came from (White Nights) yesterday because it was on tv and holy crap. He was stretching in this one scene- dude was standing on one leg, with the other leg pressed up parallel on the wall pointed upwards. I was like WHOA if i could bend like that I wouldn't be going to physical therapy right now.
Why am I posting about a Russian when it's St Patricks day? Protestants wear orange so apparently everyone in the US is Catholic. Very scary.
-kate
the music makes me laugh because the guy singing sounds like he has a permanent belch going on. *sings like russian guy in video*
Was watching the movie that this came from (White Nights) yesterday because it was on tv and holy crap. He was stretching in this one scene- dude was standing on one leg, with the other leg pressed up parallel on the wall pointed upwards. I was like WHOA if i could bend like that I wouldn't be going to physical therapy right now.
Why am I posting about a Russian when it's St Patricks day? Protestants wear orange so apparently everyone in the US is Catholic. Very scary.
-kate
Saturday, March 14, 2009
fuck you south pas
apparently not having a front license plate merits a $77 ticket. wow. that is just fucking stupid. I'VE HAD MY CAR FOR FOUR GODDAMN YEARS AND NOW YOU GIVE ME A TICKET???? HOW ABOUT, I DONT KNOW, GIVING THOSE ASSHOLES WHO RUN STOP SIGNS TICKETS. THAT WOULD BE A NOVEL IDEA. WOW. SERIOUSLY. AND HOW ABOUT FIXING OUR ROADS, BECAUSE MAYBE THEN PEOPLE WILL ACTUALLY GO TO OUR STUPID FUCKING RETARDED 'BOUTIQUE' SHOPS, BECAUSE THEIR CARS WONT BREAK DOWN FROM FALLING INTO A GIANT POT HOLE.
FUCK YOU. how about giving a ticket to someone who HAS A JOB.
UGH.
FUCK YOU. how about giving a ticket to someone who HAS A JOB.
UGH.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
can't think of a title
Daylight savings can suck it. >_<
Don't get me wrong, I like there being more light, but I have an Eastern exposure in my bedroom window and sun at wee hours of the morning just really isn't fun for someone who takes sleeping pills and is a light sleeper.
I still really like 'Definitely, Maybe' if only for the fact that it has good people. It is a chick flick verging on family storytime but it has Isla Fisher and Kevin Kline so therefore it can't suck.
I got new shoes!!!!! Yay new running shoes!! Not that I'm running in them yet because my knee is all retarded and I don't think my physical therapist would advise any running at the moment. But I can't WAIT to go running again now that I've got new shoes. Not being able to run these past few months has been horribly difficult to deal with. I know I really only started running last July/August on a regular basis but it became a huge part of my life once I started. Once I had to stop because of my own negligence/ego/??.... we won't go there because it's negative.
I miss my kitty again a lot lately on and off. It's been over four years since he died but sometimes it feels like just yesterday. I love my other cat who is still alive but I never had the bond with him that I had with my other cat. Spooky was my pet, he was my birthday present from my parents when I was 10 years old. We bonded even he though he was out of his mind sometimes. He got calmer as he got older and that made it easier, but I always felt like he actually understood more than most cats seem to. It doesn't make much sense unless you knew him... he was more human in his later years than some humans seem to be. Anyway, I miss the little bastard and I wish he were curled up on the bed with me right now.
cheers,
kate
Don't get me wrong, I like there being more light, but I have an Eastern exposure in my bedroom window and sun at wee hours of the morning just really isn't fun for someone who takes sleeping pills and is a light sleeper.
I still really like 'Definitely, Maybe' if only for the fact that it has good people. It is a chick flick verging on family storytime but it has Isla Fisher and Kevin Kline so therefore it can't suck.
I got new shoes!!!!! Yay new running shoes!! Not that I'm running in them yet because my knee is all retarded and I don't think my physical therapist would advise any running at the moment. But I can't WAIT to go running again now that I've got new shoes. Not being able to run these past few months has been horribly difficult to deal with. I know I really only started running last July/August on a regular basis but it became a huge part of my life once I started. Once I had to stop because of my own negligence/ego/??.... we won't go there because it's negative.
I miss my kitty again a lot lately on and off. It's been over four years since he died but sometimes it feels like just yesterday. I love my other cat who is still alive but I never had the bond with him that I had with my other cat. Spooky was my pet, he was my birthday present from my parents when I was 10 years old. We bonded even he though he was out of his mind sometimes. He got calmer as he got older and that made it easier, but I always felt like he actually understood more than most cats seem to. It doesn't make much sense unless you knew him... he was more human in his later years than some humans seem to be. Anyway, I miss the little bastard and I wish he were curled up on the bed with me right now.
cheers,
kate
Thursday, February 26, 2009
someday
cash for gold aka the biggest scam EVER.
Someday I will have a Porsche. Someday. I will also be in the wedding of someone I know and not wear ugly glasses that make me look like a frumpy old woman. There will be Oscar de la Renta involved in my wardrobe, more than my one lonely pair of Manolo Blahniks, and a walk-in closet.
Someday my insomnia will not be an issue because I will learn to cope without sleeping pills. I will run a marathon for the first time and many times following. I will bust my ass to become an elite runner and never let injuries kill my morale. If I get married, I won't have a cake: instead I'll have Magnolia Bakery cupcakes.
Golden Girls is still awesome, peanut butter sucks, and I don't care what anyone says about Sarah Jessica Parker because they're just jealous of being that frigging fabulous.
<3 kate
Someday I will have a Porsche. Someday. I will also be in the wedding of someone I know and not wear ugly glasses that make me look like a frumpy old woman. There will be Oscar de la Renta involved in my wardrobe, more than my one lonely pair of Manolo Blahniks, and a walk-in closet.
Someday my insomnia will not be an issue because I will learn to cope without sleeping pills. I will run a marathon for the first time and many times following. I will bust my ass to become an elite runner and never let injuries kill my morale. If I get married, I won't have a cake: instead I'll have Magnolia Bakery cupcakes.
Golden Girls is still awesome, peanut butter sucks, and I don't care what anyone says about Sarah Jessica Parker because they're just jealous of being that frigging fabulous.
<3 kate
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
enough with the loggers!
i read a story this morning about a 70 year old woman whose purse was stolen and she chased after the thief to get it; caught up with the teenage girl who stole her purse because she was an ex track star! how awesome is that? imagine what usain bolt could do if he were faced with criminals!!
question:
What the heck is with the tv shows about loggers???? Do we really need to have that filth on tv? I don't know if I speak for everyone when I say that I dont want to watch shows where rednecks bitch and moan about how hard their environmental raping of a job is. Please take the logger shows off tv. It started with you know, semi-normal 'reality' shows on the cable networks about crap like ice road truckers and stuff like that. Now we have assholes cutting down 400 year old redwoods. What's next, a show where we watch Sarah Palin and Joe the Plummer kill wolves and endangered species from helicopters? Or how about a show where we watch Canadians kill baby seals? Because it's getting there with these goddamn logger shows.
I rest my case. And I plan on communicating how fucked up those shows are to the networks. I know we all use paper and tree-related products but jesus christ I recycle and I reuse and compost and drive a small car. I organized a protest with HSUS against the seal extermination in Canada. If I had a job or just massive amounts of random money I would probably donate most of it to various environmental/animal related charities.
Stop building frigging log cabins and maybe shows about loggers will go away. Buy bamboo products!!
<3 kate
question:
What the heck is with the tv shows about loggers???? Do we really need to have that filth on tv? I don't know if I speak for everyone when I say that I dont want to watch shows where rednecks bitch and moan about how hard their environmental raping of a job is. Please take the logger shows off tv. It started with you know, semi-normal 'reality' shows on the cable networks about crap like ice road truckers and stuff like that. Now we have assholes cutting down 400 year old redwoods. What's next, a show where we watch Sarah Palin and Joe the Plummer kill wolves and endangered species from helicopters? Or how about a show where we watch Canadians kill baby seals? Because it's getting there with these goddamn logger shows.
I rest my case. And I plan on communicating how fucked up those shows are to the networks. I know we all use paper and tree-related products but jesus christ I recycle and I reuse and compost and drive a small car. I organized a protest with HSUS against the seal extermination in Canada. If I had a job or just massive amounts of random money I would probably donate most of it to various environmental/animal related charities.
Stop building frigging log cabins and maybe shows about loggers will go away. Buy bamboo products!!
<3 kate
Friday, February 13, 2009
80 year old grease
stingy old republicans on the verge of death with no plans to do anything with their money might as well just deep fry the benjamins and eat them with the fat people in texas. i mean the people who weigh 500+ pounds i.e. super morbidly obese.
in that vein, i'd like to state that i don't support anyone getting gastric bypass surgery. fucking lose it the old fashioned way like everybody else. eat like a sensible human being and stop blaming mcdonald's for your vast girth. you can make the choice not to eat like shit and don't tell me otherwise. i'm sorry but my tax dollars shouldn't be going toward 'patient advocacy' for an 1800 pound man to get his stomach removed so he can lose weight. i lost twenty five pounds by getting off my ass and not eating cake. show some fucking backbone.
ladron que a roba ladron (?) is a fucking hilarious movie. there's a dude in it named Primitivo.
lol.
um, for Valentine's Day I'd like to receive Bradley Cooper, Christian Bale and Bear Grylls on my doorstep to take me to Istanbul and fan me with palm fronds. And some See's Bordeaux chocolates. mmmm chocolates.
golden girls time!
-kate
in that vein, i'd like to state that i don't support anyone getting gastric bypass surgery. fucking lose it the old fashioned way like everybody else. eat like a sensible human being and stop blaming mcdonald's for your vast girth. you can make the choice not to eat like shit and don't tell me otherwise. i'm sorry but my tax dollars shouldn't be going toward 'patient advocacy' for an 1800 pound man to get his stomach removed so he can lose weight. i lost twenty five pounds by getting off my ass and not eating cake. show some fucking backbone.
ladron que a roba ladron (?) is a fucking hilarious movie. there's a dude in it named Primitivo.
lol.
um, for Valentine's Day I'd like to receive Bradley Cooper, Christian Bale and Bear Grylls on my doorstep to take me to Istanbul and fan me with palm fronds. And some See's Bordeaux chocolates. mmmm chocolates.
golden girls time!
-kate
Thursday, February 12, 2009
22 going on 85
I turned 22 yesterday. The day was uneventful in the best way possible, i.e. lowkey and relaxing. I ate my protein bar in the morning, got coffee and went grocery shopping with my mother, came home to make myself a sandwich and look through boxes of old photos, went to the gym, watched Ghost Hunters, and went to dinner with my parents. Nice and lowkey.
Currently on hold with my doctor's office because they never faxed the physical therapy referral to the physical therapist. Good stuff.
I was in Monterey last weekend, which was interesting. It rained Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. Saturday was 65 and sunny and gorgeous.
My hands hurt like hell right now so I can't type much more... hence the physical therapy. Bleh.
-kate
Currently on hold with my doctor's office because they never faxed the physical therapy referral to the physical therapist. Good stuff.
I was in Monterey last weekend, which was interesting. It rained Thursday, Friday, and Sunday. Saturday was 65 and sunny and gorgeous.
My hands hurt like hell right now so I can't type much more... hence the physical therapy. Bleh.
-kate
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
i'm afraid of americans
I don't want to sound negative since I generally always do but okay here's my rambling bullshit post.
I'm really sick of oxyclean commercials as much as i am of the sham-wow ones, but jesus christ that sham wow guy is nowhere near as obnoxious as BILLY MAYS WHO YELLS. ALL THE TIME. EVERY WORD. LOUD. TOP OF HIS HIGH PITCHED VOICE. what the heck is with that guy? why would you buy oxyclean from him? i wouldn't buy toilet paper from that man he's so obnoxious. can someone please just wax that weird fax spray on caveman beard? it's' so creepy. he needs to be in those Geico caveman commercials which also suck.
Speaking of commercials, the ones in the middle of the day or anytime on Lifetime are fucking horrible. It's either for AARP, medicare supplement insurance, any number of bladder problems and the pharmecutical industry's answer to the problems, erectile dysfunction, or car insurance. Have any of you seen the viagra one with the guy and his wife looking all sad and depressed driving around in the rain, and they go on vacation to some sunny tropical setting where people are singing about viagra while this now happy enthusiastic couple is skipping along the beach to have four hour boner pill sex? I swear to god that thing is so disturbing.
Also, I'm tired of the FDA letting these drugs pass the 'ok' test when they have side affects that are sometimes WORSE than the problem they are supposedly treating. Some of my favorite side effects are: constipation, incontinence, blindness, seizures, heart attacks, tuburculosis, cancer, and death. Hmm. Not so bad I guess. Can the pharmecutical industry please put the humans taking the pills FIRST instead of the lobbyists and politicians? I mean seriously, when something has as many possible side effects as those rheumatoid arthritis medications do, how in the hell does anyone want to take them? Shame on you FDA, shame on you.
anyway I think that's about it for now.
go read icanhascheezburger !!
<3 kate
I'm really sick of oxyclean commercials as much as i am of the sham-wow ones, but jesus christ that sham wow guy is nowhere near as obnoxious as BILLY MAYS WHO YELLS. ALL THE TIME. EVERY WORD. LOUD. TOP OF HIS HIGH PITCHED VOICE. what the heck is with that guy? why would you buy oxyclean from him? i wouldn't buy toilet paper from that man he's so obnoxious. can someone please just wax that weird fax spray on caveman beard? it's' so creepy. he needs to be in those Geico caveman commercials which also suck.
Speaking of commercials, the ones in the middle of the day or anytime on Lifetime are fucking horrible. It's either for AARP, medicare supplement insurance, any number of bladder problems and the pharmecutical industry's answer to the problems, erectile dysfunction, or car insurance. Have any of you seen the viagra one with the guy and his wife looking all sad and depressed driving around in the rain, and they go on vacation to some sunny tropical setting where people are singing about viagra while this now happy enthusiastic couple is skipping along the beach to have four hour boner pill sex? I swear to god that thing is so disturbing.
Also, I'm tired of the FDA letting these drugs pass the 'ok' test when they have side affects that are sometimes WORSE than the problem they are supposedly treating. Some of my favorite side effects are: constipation, incontinence, blindness, seizures, heart attacks, tuburculosis, cancer, and death. Hmm. Not so bad I guess. Can the pharmecutical industry please put the humans taking the pills FIRST instead of the lobbyists and politicians? I mean seriously, when something has as many possible side effects as those rheumatoid arthritis medications do, how in the hell does anyone want to take them? Shame on you FDA, shame on you.
anyway I think that's about it for now.
go read icanhascheezburger !!
<3 kate
Sunday, January 18, 2009
radiohead, men in tights, and leiderhosen
In honor of this blogs' namesake....
Yes, forgive my random loud screaming at the very beginning- I was really excited when I realized what song they were going to play.
Just completed my third read of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The bit about Snape always makes me emo because I'm a tard. Oy vey.
Speaking of Oy Vey-ness, I was watching Robin Hood Men In Tights the other day... Mel Brooks is fucking awesome. He's always in his own movies in some way, but I think this was his biggest role in any of them that I've seen. He plays a rabbi who drives around on a cart with barrels of 'sacramental wine'... lol
Robin: I am Robin of Loxley and these are my merry men!
mel brooks as rabbi: fagellas? (fags/gays for all you needing translation)
Robin: No, we're straight.
CLASSIC. Young Frankenstein is the best, probably followed by the Matthew Broderick remake of The Producers, Robin Hood Men In Tights, and then Blazing Saddles. Seriously, Mel Brooks just wins at life. So much better than Monty Python.
Best bit of this episode of Are You Being Served. German Week!
kate
Yes, forgive my random loud screaming at the very beginning- I was really excited when I realized what song they were going to play.
Just completed my third read of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The bit about Snape always makes me emo because I'm a tard. Oy vey.
Speaking of Oy Vey-ness, I was watching Robin Hood Men In Tights the other day... Mel Brooks is fucking awesome. He's always in his own movies in some way, but I think this was his biggest role in any of them that I've seen. He plays a rabbi who drives around on a cart with barrels of 'sacramental wine'... lol
Robin: I am Robin of Loxley and these are my merry men!
mel brooks as rabbi: fagellas? (fags/gays for all you needing translation)
Robin: No, we're straight.
CLASSIC. Young Frankenstein is the best, probably followed by the Matthew Broderick remake of The Producers, Robin Hood Men In Tights, and then Blazing Saddles. Seriously, Mel Brooks just wins at life. So much better than Monty Python.
Best bit of this episode of Are You Being Served. German Week!
kate
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
pompous asshats
Dear (insert name of my city),
The 'downtown revitilization' project is a waste of time and money. How about fixing our roads instead? You know, because nobody is going to want to come to this little place if the roads are as awful as they are. I drive to Costco and there's one street that is so awful I'm always slightly worried I'll get a flat tire from driving it. There are potholes, shoddy old repairs of the road (and I mean complete crap).... I mean, I know that the streets with all the giant houses- the really wealthy streets- get fixed in a flash. They even put in road dividers with plants in them. You bunch of pompous assholes don't deserve to live in this city. You treat people who live in apartments like second-class citizens. Not everyone was born into multi-million dollar nepotism. Douchebags.
with that said, i'm going to go watch the Golden Girls. Old lady comedy from 1985 for the win!
kate
The 'downtown revitilization' project is a waste of time and money. How about fixing our roads instead? You know, because nobody is going to want to come to this little place if the roads are as awful as they are. I drive to Costco and there's one street that is so awful I'm always slightly worried I'll get a flat tire from driving it. There are potholes, shoddy old repairs of the road (and I mean complete crap).... I mean, I know that the streets with all the giant houses- the really wealthy streets- get fixed in a flash. They even put in road dividers with plants in them. You bunch of pompous assholes don't deserve to live in this city. You treat people who live in apartments like second-class citizens. Not everyone was born into multi-million dollar nepotism. Douchebags.
with that said, i'm going to go watch the Golden Girls. Old lady comedy from 1985 for the win!
kate
Saturday, January 10, 2009
man vs... squirrel?
Rented 'The Women'... worst movie i've seen in a very long time. had the potential to be good, but it was crap unfortunately.
Currently watching Man Vs Wild. Bear Grylls is the fuckin man. That brings us to The List of People Kate Thinks are Badass.
The Badass Award goes to the following individuals:
Bear Grylls and Dean Karnazes. Everybody already knows Bear, but Karno is like, insane.
He did 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 consecutive days. He completed all four of the Last Desert series races (total of 621 miles through rural deserts in chile, china, the sahara and antarctica). He's done a 24 hour bike ride, a 48 hour run. He won the Badwater Ultramarathon (135 miles thru Death Valley in 130 degree weather).
So Bear and Karno win the badass award.
Awe, Bear is making a noose to kill squirrels in Sibera... I like squirrels so that saddens me... poo.
anyway...
.kate.
Currently watching Man Vs Wild. Bear Grylls is the fuckin man. That brings us to The List of People Kate Thinks are Badass.
The Badass Award goes to the following individuals:
Bear Grylls and Dean Karnazes. Everybody already knows Bear, but Karno is like, insane.
He did 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 consecutive days. He completed all four of the Last Desert series races (total of 621 miles through rural deserts in chile, china, the sahara and antarctica). He's done a 24 hour bike ride, a 48 hour run. He won the Badwater Ultramarathon (135 miles thru Death Valley in 130 degree weather).
So Bear and Karno win the badass award.
Awe, Bear is making a noose to kill squirrels in Sibera... I like squirrels so that saddens me... poo.
anyway...
.kate.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
shake your head girl with the ponytail
So far in 2009....
I have a brand new baby niece, a cavity, and I've gained five pounds over the holidays. FUN.
My niece was born on Monday. I heart her. She's very adorable. She likes to wiggle a lot, but she also likes to be completely smothered in blankets and a little hat. This equates to: she was wiggling and wiggled her feet right out of her blankets, at which point she started crying (the pissed off cry) and we were all laughing because it was so cute. She was mad because her feet were out even though shes the one who wiggled them out. Very cute. Little Gracie. My mother wants to call her by her middle name, Sumiko, but we think she might get confused (my mother, not the baby) and go from one name to the next, and somehow end up calling her something entirely different. My parents are both really happy- my mother, much more than my father- to have another grandchild.
I have a cavity! Le peup. I take really good care of my teeth so I know it's my recurring problem of having weak enamel. My other fillings have also been due to that.
We won't talk about my gaining weight because I ate too much. :(
Books I'm Reading
The Art of Happiness, A Handbook for Living His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Blonde Like Me: The Roots of the Blonde Myth in Our Culture Natalia Iliyn
The Age of Anxiety: A History of America's Turbulent Affair with Tranquilizers Andrea Tone
cheers,
kate
I have a brand new baby niece, a cavity, and I've gained five pounds over the holidays. FUN.
My niece was born on Monday. I heart her. She's very adorable. She likes to wiggle a lot, but she also likes to be completely smothered in blankets and a little hat. This equates to: she was wiggling and wiggled her feet right out of her blankets, at which point she started crying (the pissed off cry) and we were all laughing because it was so cute. She was mad because her feet were out even though shes the one who wiggled them out. Very cute. Little Gracie. My mother wants to call her by her middle name, Sumiko, but we think she might get confused (my mother, not the baby) and go from one name to the next, and somehow end up calling her something entirely different. My parents are both really happy- my mother, much more than my father- to have another grandchild.
I have a cavity! Le peup. I take really good care of my teeth so I know it's my recurring problem of having weak enamel. My other fillings have also been due to that.
We won't talk about my gaining weight because I ate too much. :(
Books I'm Reading
The Art of Happiness, A Handbook for Living His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Blonde Like Me: The Roots of the Blonde Myth in Our Culture Natalia Iliyn
The Age of Anxiety: A History of America's Turbulent Affair with Tranquilizers Andrea Tone
cheers,
kate
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