au revoir 2007

post # 30 on this silly little blog that I started back in september, and it is the last post of 2007. au revoir 2007.

2007 was an interesting year.

It started off rather awkwardly in January with my decision to leave Art Center and pursue my learnings elsewhere. In February I started a new job at Peet's, and met some people that I hope I will continue to be friends with for a very long time (Julia, Carley, Paul D, Laurie...). In March I applied to two schools and in April I found out I got into both of them. May, June, and July were a blur and in August I moved to Boston. I went to New York in October and November, experienced my first snow in December and visited my sister in Georgia as well. Now I'm back home in California seeing as much of my friends and family as possible, and enjoying the fabulous weather we have here.

My year was a blur and it was interesting. I'm sitting here now taking a break from reading and eating a blood orange, thinking about knitting.... And on that note, bring on 2008!

Happy New Year to all.

Kate

bear grylls is the coolest person alive

why bear is cooler than everyone else will be updated later. but he's one of only 30 british folk to ever climb and survive Everest, and he broke his back in 3 places like 2 years before he did that. and he eats really fucked up stuff on the show and makes funny faces which therefore makes him the coolest dude ever.

kate

is it 2008 yet?

As promised, the christmas present booty list. mmm that makes me want that pirates booty popcorn stuff they sell at Jamba Juice..... popcorn! yay.

2007 Xmas Gifts Received
-white & silver striped beanie
-green & brown beanie thing (REI)
-purple & grey beanie thing (the North Face)
-leather gloves
-backpack poncho for my new North Face backpack
-$75 Banana Republic giftcard
-$25 CVS giftcard
-$15 iTunes giftcard
-$25 Cheesecake Factory giftcard
-chocolate mountain man (my dad's idea of a joke)
-laptop lap rest thinger
-Neil Young Unplugged CD
-Casino Royale dvd!!!!! yay daniel craig!
-Say Anything dvd
-some wall plaque thing
-Dinotopia: Journey to Chandara book (yes, its a childrens book..)
-The Arrival (very cool childrens book b/c of the illustrations)
-keepsake box with a kitteh on it
-quotable candle
-Grey's Anatomy 2008 calendar

maybe there's more but I'm not entirely sure. word homies.

<3 kate

festive socks for all

merry christmas to those that celebrate it, and happy holidays to all. now back to making my famous enchiladas.. YES a white girl that makes good enchiladas. alisa grady as my half-guatamalan latino/hispanic/whatever is politically correct these days taste tester told me that my enchiladas were really good. maybe if some of you are nice i'll make some for you. 8D


christmas cheer with holiday socks,
kate.

ps: xmas booty list will be posted later. as in, presents i got, not male strippers and like BOOTY booty. >_> i'm just digging myself into a bigger hole with this one aren't i? *wanders off*

cheers.

ten pm and i'm in bed with my laptop on a bunch of blankets. the tv is on in the living room and the christmas tree is all decorated. presents are wrapped and it's nearly christmas eve. everyone is worrying about christmas and i'm wondering whats going to happen with things so totally different than christmas or the holidays that i feel like it isnt december at all.

damn it. i hate worrying about such petty stupid crap. but no matter how much i try to change and not be affected it never works.

how can i not be affected? its not possible. if my best friend reads this she'll understand what i'm talking bout and and i need to keep it vague like this for my own emotional protection.

i dont want to throw myself into anything totally in case i get let down, which is normal. i think i take it too far though when i'm so afraid of being let down that i don't let anything on the surface except for what i know i can deal with.

this is becoming pointless to write as i read it over... its not coming out right.

merry christmas to all.

cheers,
kate.

old lady

is it bad that i don't want to listen to any holiday music? i feel like that if i listen to any more christmas music that i'll go out of my mind. between christmas music nonstop when i was in georgia, to christmas music for 17 or whatever hours at the airport on sunday, and christmas music at the mall today, i'm like *this* close to just totally losing it. seriously. no more frickin christmas music!

it feels strange being in my parents house after not being here for almost 4 months. i've seen some of my friends but not all of them and i'm going through the motions of shopping and being festive when.... i really truly don't feel all that festive. this is the first holiday season that i really don't care as much about. two weeks ago i was so excited and now i'm just not. i dont know.

saw a friend tonight that i haven't seen since i left and that was nice to see him but i have a headache because i think i had too much caffeine today, lol. i had a chai, a freddo with some espresso in it, and some other tea thing. my head hurts.

i have a calendar on my floor that my best friend gave me before i left. it's of frank lloyd wright's house, fallingwater. now, i dont want to live in pennsylvania but i'd move there to live in fallingwater if someone said i could. it's the most beautiful house. it's amazing. i love architecture! oh and frank gehry DOESNT COUNT AS AN ARCHITECT. HE DIDNT EVEN GO TO SCHOOL FOR THAT. he's such a fake. ugh.

i'm full of joy tonight, clearly. lol.



i feel old.

-kate.

longest day of my fucking life

I've been home for about two days now, since my flight on Sunday was... well a story in its own. But I'll explain that one later. It feels really nice to be here in my own room where the walls are not paper thin and I can go to sleep rather early if and when I want to without feeling bad because I don't have to ask people to stfu.

It's also been really awesome to spend time with my friends- though I've only hung out with Alisa and Natalie so far. I miss them when I'm so far away. I feel like I lead a double life of sorts because my school and my work is in Boston but my LIFE is here.

Anyway, so here's the story on the second worst day of my entire life (the only day worse than this past sunday was my 18th birtdhay where my cat died).

I didn't sleep Saturday night because of whatever reason. I got to Boston Logan (airport) at 4 am for my supposed 6 am flight back home to la. When I got up to the counter to check in and check my bags, the flight had been cancelled and I had been bumped onto a 7:45 am flight. Fucking great. I was at the airport almost 4 hours early. Then at security, there was this incompetent old man who freaked out about something in my bag so then i had to have my bag checked by tsa people and blah blah etc etc.
FINALLY they let me go and the tsa guy was apologizing for the old dude's incompetence. Then i went to my gate and waited for like 3 and a half hours to board the plane.
I sat on that goddamn plane for FOUR HOURS at the gate before they announced that THE FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED AND THE AIRPORT WAS CLOSED.
Called United and asked for any flight whatsoever to los angeles. I got a 5:49 pm flight to LAX instead of burbank so i had to wait and wait and wait. And check my bags again and check in and go through security again. Then they changed the gate without announcing it so that was a hassle because i had no idea. It was late so nobody boarded until 6:20 and THEN we sat on that fucking plane until sometime after 8 pm to actually take off. Then it was a shitty straight-thru 6 hour flight from boston to los angeles sitting in my window seat next to this middle aged guy that had no concept of personal space. his elbows were in my space the whole goddamn time, which mind you, i had very little of.
FINALLY, at 11:30 pm i arrived in los angeles and had to wait to get my bags and my back was almost numb it hurt so bad, my foot was swollen so much i could barely fit it in my shoe or walk.
by the time i went to bed (since i was still on boston time) it was almost 5 am and i had been awake for FORTY FIVE HOURS.

worst fucking day ever.

but now i'm back and in my own room and enjoying the quiet while chillin out in my pjs on my bed.

<3 kate

"kel-ee-for-nee-YAH"

music: bob dylan - isis (album: desire)

huzzah for massages! my back doesn't hurt right now, which is very rare, since it pretty much always has ever since I was 12. weeeee. so if you're in the boston area you should go see my friend Evan for a massage. word homies.

chillin out listening to some dylan before i finish packing and getting some pizza. and cash. i need cash for the cab to the airport since the shuttle service mi madre told me about doesn't work out for me time wise.

<3 knitting

i will be home in less than 24 hours, and on my way back to ca in about 12.5 hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


weeeeeeeeeee

things to do on the plane:
-knit
-watch eric clapton unplugged dvd
-knit
-browse sky mall catalog
-try to sleep in vain since i can't sleep unless i'm laying down in absolute silence.
-knitting and rocking out to bob dylan.
-wish i had the internets. INTERNETSSSS. with an s. cause i'm gangsta like weebl & bob.
-did i mention knitting? lol.

<3 kate.

ps: check out this website:
www.mikeshinoda.com

8D CALIFORNIA!

I really really hate insomnia

music: Fiona Apple - Get Him Back (Extraordinary Machine)

I know I promised I would post photos from my trip to Georgia, but my internet isn't working unless I use the shitty ethernet cable, which doesn't let me upload anything and makes everything rediculously slow on top of it.

But here's me and my sister outside the Coke Museum/Experience thing in Atlanta



I think I had been awake for like...uh.. thirty hours at that point... so no, I don't look all that awesome.

And last night was terrible. I couldn't sleep. I think I might have got about an hour of sleep between five and six am but ugh I'm so tired. I don't know what this is about. I took my sleeping pills and still couldn't sleep. Fuck.


Kate

VICTORY FOR ANIMALS

it's about fucking time for some justice in this world.

it's not enough but still.. that piece of rotten turd Michael Vick got sentenced to 23 months in prison. that's almost two years folks. two fucking years isn't enough and personally I think he should have his 'lower bits' ripped off by his own dogs... but... yeah we don't need to go there.




i LOVE the hsus!!!

cheers,
kate

ps: jet lag has set in and i'm tired. flight from atl to bos got delayed like 70 minutes ew.

pictures will be posted tomorrow.

waiting

I bought a Nine Inch Nails album on Friday only to return it on Monday and exchange it for I-Empire, the new record from Angels & Airwaves and.... it's fucking amazing. To anyone that talks smack about Tom Delonge- *throws up the bird in your general direction*

Pictures will be posted soon of my apartment and the aftermath of art school finals. lol. Four girls in a small apartment trying to do art homework just doesn't work very well when you try to keep things clean. It looks like a tornado went through our livingroom. Seriously.

Heading to Georgia on Friday thru Monday to visit my sister, then heading back to Boston for about five days before I go back to California for about a month. I'm so excited about going back home. I miss my parents a lot. And my cat. haha.

Waiting for my sleeping pills to coax my exhausted mind into a place where only dreaming can occur.

- kate

fun in the cold

I'm listening to Michael Buble- trying not to listen to Linkin Park haha. It snowed off and on all day today, and it began snowing sometime yesterday afternoon. After I was in the dark room for like, four hours yesterday, I walked outside in my khakis and Nikes to discover that I should be wearing warmer clothes since it was SNOWING. Very exciting.So here's pictures from that. I look retarded. hahaha.













i think i could live off of Boston Market chicken pot pies. Seriously.

Off to watch more Whose Line Is It Anyway and decide if I want to return the cd i bought on saturday...

cheers
kate

snow is a sound dampener

it snowed today, and it was actually cold enough for it to stick.

everything is covered in white powder outside my window and even without my glasses, and being on the 6th floor, i can see it down in the parking lot looking beautiful.

note to self- do not eat almost an entire pizza from CPK. i got the mushroom pizza and i was starving because all i had today was a big vanilla latte at like 1pm, i ate the whole freaking pizza. my poor stomach.

I have review boards tomorrow all freakin' day and I'm nervous about my boards at 3pm. Wish me luck/send good thoughts my way. So nervous. Not sure what to expect.



pictures from the snow adventure with Kerry, Kelly and Barry will be posted soon.

cheers,
kate

ps: I will be in Athens, Georgia from Dec 7-11 visiting my sister and her husband and kids, so if you want any Georgia souvenirs, let me know. I can't think of anything you would want, but if you do, yeah. I fly into Atlanta at like 11 in the morning lucky me. RAMBLINNNNG.

I need some long underwear. seriously.

i'd like to take this opportunity to comment on the movie 'Enchanted'.

IT WAS F'NG HILARIOUS AND EVERYONE SHOULD SEE IT.


yes.

I walked from my apartment to Tremont/Boylston sts twice today in the cold and wind. Earlier today it was a toasty 26 degrees outside, but with the wind chill factor, it felt like it was 15 degrees. Earlier this evening at around 6:30 or so it was 22 outside and right now it is - drum roll--- 19 degrees! And windy.

Yes I took LA weather for granted but not anymore.

I'm also overdosing on all things Shinoda lately. He brings the peeps together. What's even more awesome about him is that we share the same birthday and many other uncanny similar things and thus I understand him because our personalities are so similar. I spit out bad jokes faster than the bullet train! the buh-let tren!

I need long underwear/long johns because it's fucking freezing here. Oh wait no it's BELOW freezing. I like Boston, i just think i shouldn't have ignored the terrible cold weather factor when i decided to move here.

i want a peg leg! just a random peg leg, so that i can put it on my wall like those rednecks do with dead animal heads and fish on boards. seriously i would put a peg leg on my wall. peg leggggggggs.

i think the cold is rotting my ability to think properly.

cheers,
kate

i'm bored and finals are over!

TEN random things about me...

1. i can draw better with a wacom tablet than with an actual pen
2. i love tap water because i can't stand the taste of filtered water
3. i don't like wearing pants when i'm alone
4. i wear sandals even when its 37 degrees outside
5. sharpies are my favorite drawing tool
6. i love to sleep but i can't cause i have insomnia
7. my favorite cheeses are extra sharm mccadam cheddar, unie kaas robusto, and cave-aged gruyere.
8. i still rock out to the backstreet boys
9. i will serenade you with terrible music if you are riding in my car with me.
10. i don't want to get married, i think marriage is basically bullshit, but i love weddings.


NINE ways to win my heart

1. smile
2. have a sense of humor
3. be a worldly educated person
4. have an opinion but don't be an ass about telling me about it
5. treat me with respect
6. always be honest
7. have manners/ good ettiquette (my spelling sucks)
8. be passionate about what you say and do.
9. make me feel like i'm the best version of myself when i'm with you.

EIGHT things I want to do before I die

1. never stop learning
2. travel a whole lot
3. have a nice car hahahaha (i dont want to drive the fucking neon for the rest of my life)
4. go rock climbing!!
5. own a fucking awesome house
6. learn to play drums (again)
7. get my writing published
8. never stop trying to perfect my art

SEVEN ways to annoy me

1. be a religious fanatic
2. treat me like shit, especially if it's because you're just in a bad mood.
3. be one of those people who doesn't give tips
4. touch. my. car. stereo. i will KILL you.
5. lie to me
6. act like your opinion is the only one that's valid
7. treat me like i'm stupid

SIX turn ons

1. good taste in music
2. nice smile
3. nice hands
4. perdy eyes
5. tattoos! well, nice tattoos. not ugly ones.
6. christian bale. haha

FIVE things I'm afraid of

1. sleep paralysis (where you can't wake yourself up and you can't move and stuff)
2. camel spiders
3. cockroaches
4. robots. they scare the shit out of me.
5. being alone for the duration of my life

FOUR favorite items in my room

1. PowerBook G4 computer
2. Canon Digital Rebel XT
3. two sketchbooks
4. my knitting projects.

THREE things I do every day

1. talk too much
2. sing
3. attempt to sleep (insomnia for the win)

TWO things i want to do right now
1. eat a grilled cheese sandwich
2. not be in the cold?

ONE person I want to see right now
1. it ain't a person. i wanna see my kitty!! he's back in la with the parentals.


le fin!

mooooonboots.

if people actually read this crap...

I've been looking at all sorts of weird, boring, exciting funny shit lately so here's some of it.

1. Moon boots.
these things are fucking strange. i'm not sure why you would buy them unless it's your goal to look like a retard.



or in the case of this pair, a yeti.


2. the RIAA is afraid of targeting Harvard students!!


3. Norway = the US's greatest fear


4. Jared motherfucking Leto.
here's all the scans...

but here's a preview...


jared leto is rotting my brain.

mike shinoda yay

Standing alone with no direction
How did I fall so far behind?
Why am I searching for perfection?
Knowing it's something I won't find

In my fear and flaws
I let myself down again
All because

I run
Till the silence splits me open
I run
Till it puts me underground
Till I have no breath
And no roads left but one

When did I lose my sense of purpose?
Can I regain what's lost inside?
Why do I feel like I deserve this?
Why does my pain look like my pride?

In my fear and flaws
I let myself down again
All because
I let myself down
In my fear and flaws

I run
Till the silence splits me open
I run
Till it puts me underground
Till I have no breath
And no roads left but one
No roads left but one

In my fear and flaws
I let myself down again
All because

I run
And the silence splits me open
I run
And it puts me underground
But there's no regret
And no roads left to run

no roads left, linkin park.

mike shinoda officially owns my fucking soul for singing this song. i think i've listened to it for the last 20 minutes nonstop.

jesus christ this song is good.

i was an odd one in high school

I'm watching videos from high school that I haven't watched in about three years. The footage is mostly four years old, and it's of my high school group of friends and myself being ourselves, i.e. very weird. It could be a bad television show. Seriously. And we filmed A LOT of weird crap. Us playing with legos. Eating croutons. Waving at cars. And one part at my 17th birthday sleepover thing where Francine, Tiffany and myself were watching Deuce Bigalow Male Gigalow while Nicole was sleeping, and she was snoring so loud that a) we couldn't stop laughing, and b) she woke herself up at one point. It was amusing. It's still amusing actually... Lots of hours of Nicole being crazy- getting in trashcans, humping trees, being loud, etc..


Turkey day 07! I miss my family a lot today. I've never been away from mes parents on a holiday before and... je ne sais pas. Food was tres bon though, at least. And for some reason instead of showing Christmasy movies, they were showing some dog show and that movie Independence Day. lol. yeah...

cheers and tidings of good pie,
kate

holy pies batman, its snowing!

snow!!!!!!!!




it may only be flurries but i'm a girl born and raised in the beautiful desert wasteland that is los angeles california. if it snows anywhere below 4000ft it's like christmas came early for me.


when it really snows, like pretty powdery loveliness, i hope i have someone to share my joy with.

until then...

kate.

piles of crap and random pictures.

since i dont really have any pictures of interesting things, here's some pictures of stupid things, and two of my room back home.


i was by the harbor eating a sandwich the other day and i saw this particularly fluffy sparrow:


today i was at the Prudential Center for a Rachel Ray cookbook signing- as a gift for someone, not for me. aaand so here's rachel ray signing mi madre's gift:



here's a war protest parade/march thing i went to in october. it was so windy outside.


and just because this still amuses me:


my desk!! the desk that used to be, since its no longer there....

(yes i like cows. stfu. and yes that computer monitor is like 100 years old. and my printer pwns. and the seal is a coin bank, the bottle of stuff is San Benedetto peach iced tea, and the picture is of me when i was 4 or 5 years old.)

my tiny bookshelf and my bulletin board in my room at home back in california.

from top left- my tribalgear beanie, photo of mi madre and me, my entire collection of Amelia Atwater-Rhodes books, and random things of shells. candle lamp thingy.
second shelf: journal, Snow Falling on Cedars, The Brothers K, French-English dictionary, thesaurus (sp?), Lord of the Rings books, and a pile of crap with an incense box and some sort of strap/bag thing.
third shelf: The Turks Today, Faith God & Rock N Roll, When The Wind Blows, The Lake House, Memoirs of a Geisha, Pride & Prejudice, 365 things of a diet? or something i dont know..., a portfolio of my work, NEW RULES by bill maher LOVE THIS BOOK, The River Why, Reading Lolita in Tehran, White Oleandar, not sure, not sure, The Bastard of Istanbul, photo album, You Might Be a Redneck If... this is the biggest book you ever read.
yeah. now you all know what i read. or just happen to own.



and im out.
kate.

hurrah! internet's working again!!

i havent had internet at my apartment for two days and it's been really frustrating because i basically live at my computer. ha.

so here's an odd collection of pictures because imageshack is awesome.



my wine collection, on my kitchen table back home in LA. (notice the vase full of various shells? lol)


me being... well, me. (just be glad i didnt put up the gangsta 'wesside' pic)


my shelf of various foods and teas.


lobby of the empire state building (didn't have time to go up to the top.. it was sad)


tiny zebra striped 2 passenger car driving down 5th Ave!!! 8D


new york public library & its awesome architecture.



my tiny new ipod nano.


from the second time i was in new york earlier this month-
(and if you actually want to hear the tale of that day, just ask me... lol)



julie yeo's withering stare



my burger (which thankfully was not receiving julie's withering stare)



central park at night, blurry as shit though unfortunately.


per the request for sharing more pictures of my 'adventures'... well when i actually have adventures i will share them. for now this is all i can give.

also, here's a preview of some art i've been working on. it's in early stages right now, so don't laugh...



sketchy portrait thing of trent reznor (photoshop cs2, tablet, photo reference.)


flying guy (inspiration from the work of Derek Hess; again i'm digitally reworking an old traditional illustration)

in vino veritas, pt 1

That's right, I collect wine. I'm not 21 for another 3 months but I've been collecting for about two years. It all started with a taste of some random bottle of $300 merlot in 2005... I was hooked. I never liked wine before then and then i started getting into it


columbia crest reserve syrah

http://www.winelog.net/wines/wine/33957
mollydooker 'enchanted path' 2006. it got a 93 rating from wine spectator.

i also have Rosemount Estate Shiraz... not sure what the vintage is off the top of my head; this random bottle of 'Tuscan Moon' Sangiovese from Trader Joes.. and of course my prized possession-- a bottle of 2004 Caduceus 'Nagual de la Naga'.

http://www.caduceus.org
^^ the Caduceus website... it's a wine made by the one and only Maynard James Keenan. It's the coolest looking bottle of wine I've ever seen and I think that the mollydooker bottles are pretty sweet.

and i'm rambling now. i'll create a better post sometime soon.

not philosophical in any way.

the broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
maybe it can't stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
and i am here still waiting, though i still have my doubts
i am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I have the apartment to myself this weekend. I thought it was going to be the best thing, having it to myself to clean while i dance and sing to my music in my pajamas, so I can watch the tv I want without even worrying about bothering anyone else... and I'm so happy that I have my own space for the first time in several months, but at the same time I've been on the phone with people living 3000 miles from me all day, or trying to get in contact with them. I find meaning in my life by talking to the people who actually care about me. Fuck this sentimentality, I feel weak.

Someday I'll look back on this and laugh. Someday I'll look back and wonder what was wrong with me and why being this age is so hard. Why is it such a trying age? Maybe because for the first time you start to realize that the choices you make really truly matter. You start to pay attention to shit that really matters and actually affects your life. Maybe not your life personally, but your life in the way that you live it.

anyway, i'm tired and i need to stop rambling to myself, since i'm probably the only one that gives a poop about this.



cheers,
kate

manhattan

i was in manhattan for the second time ever this week and here are some words of advice for anyone going to new york city.

-don't wear sandals if you intend on walking a lot. first because your feet will get disgusting, second because you'll get blisters.
-dont ask people for directions. buy a map and don't second guess yourself if you thought your original idea on where you were going was correct
-please dont be one of those obnoxious people at ground zero/world trade center site taking photos in front of it of yourself smiling like an idiot. seriously. 3000 people died here so don't make an ass out ofyourself.
-go to the shoe floor in saks 5th ave. seriously. it's an entire floor of designer footwear.
-a cab fare from the upper west side to chinatown is $17. and you can pay with credit cards now- its quite handy.
-diners are a must, and starbucks is open nice and early if you need a fruit parfait at 6 in the morning (julie, lol)
-bring a sweater/sweatshirt even if the weather seems good
-central park at night is a must!
-there's a ton of ATM machines everywhere, so if you don't have cash, don't worry (because the cabs take credit cards!)
-there's also a a TON of Au Bon Pain (bakery/cafe) and they have any kind of quick cheap (for ny anyway) food you could need

er yeah.

and now i'm spending my saturday night browsing the Barneys New York website, eating Ben & Jerry's and listening to the Beatles. I win at life.

look, i own ridiculously tight jeans now- (the pictures aren't loading)

and this is a shitty shot of Park Dr. and the resovoir at night. (pictures still aren't loading - firewalls suck)


i heart ny. i heart california more.

i just realized that i'm completely obsessed with anything to do with water. i love the ocean, lakes, rivers, ponds and everything that goes with them. i'm an aquarius though, the water bearer, so i guess it makes sense. i always thought it was funny that aquarius is an air sign even though its the water bearer. heh.

cheers,
kate

my original blog title had too much profanity.

so i'm not going to new york on thursday after all. definitely bummed that i won't be hanging out with julie yeo, but december 16 is practically just around the corner, so i can deal with being an almost friendless loser for a bit longer. social anxiety for the win!

I've been trying to make a blogger post about my experience at the Head of the Charles Regatta but the photos aren't uploading because the wifi in my apartment building sucks balls. all sorts of firewalls and whatever. pooooo

i have a headache. i rented the wrong season of Sex and the City on Saturday, but I also rented Batman Begins so all is well because I heart Christian Bale. He's a good actor and therefore I heart him. Still need to rent The Machinist but it's always out when i'm at the Blockbuster closest to my apartment.

Finally finished reading the Eric Clapton autobiography and the verdict issssss YAY. It was a really good read, so I'm definitely going to recommend everyone read it if they need something to put their mind into. If that makes any sense whatsoever, I'm not sure. I'm tired. ew.

I'm 3000 miles from everyone I care about (friends, family and old coworkers) and after two months, I'm not exactly homesick but I really miss everyone a lot. I miss being able to just get in my crappy car and go wherever I wanted. Picking up mes amis and going out to dinner and a bad movie. Or being able to drive up to Santa Barbara whenever I felt like it (or like that time I realized I passed all the exits for Ventura/Oxnard and Rosie and I had to continue all the way up to Santa Barbara instead because I'm awesome at directions) or going to the Getty Center and Getty Villa on the same day.

Sorry for the sentimentality, if anyone is reading this. No one most likely is reading this, but that's okay. It's more for me anyway to type and submit this into the void. So goodnight dear void.

cheers,
kaaaate-sara.

footwear i want

In lieu of actually having relationships because i have social anxiety, HATE college guys and am 3000 miles from all my friends, I spend my time browsing stores that sell expensive footwear. Time that would otherwise be spent with friends or family or non-existent boyfriend/whatever...

That is how I spent my Saturday night-- browsing Neiman Marcus, Barney's, Stuart Weitzman, Burberry and Jimmy Choo.

Jimmy Choo "Diva" ($685)

Kate Spade "gwen sandal" ($275)

Manolo Blahnik "Lace Hair-Calf d'Orsay" ($775)

Manolo Blahnik "Jaquard Halter Sandal" ($745)



i am SO shallow sometimes.

ps: i tried on those jimmy choos last night-- super comfortable and looked very cute on my feet.

cheers.

rambling post #1

really quickly, i'd like to point out that my santa barbara photos are a lot more saturated than blogger likes to show them. i have one on my desktop right now and i swear it's like red and orange, not washed out orange and yellow. for this, i apologize. not that anyone whatsoever will read this other than me.

moving on.

i'll try to post some pictures from around boston (not that i've really taken any) when i get around to doing that.

i'm super pale now, i've lost all my tan because when i am outside, it's not for long enough to make any difference. oh well. wish my hair was longer too, so that when it starts getting cold outside it would be quite handy keeping me warm. the weather here is actually kind of schizo and reminds me a lot of los angeles weather. two days in a row it was like 95 outside and humid as arse, and then yesterday it was humid and overcast. today is.. well i can't see out my window because my roommate pulled the shade down so far that it's like laying on the windowsill....

also, i am going to new york city october 6! very exciting. too bad im not 21 yet. i really want to drink cosmopolitans just because i love Sex & the City so much. well since i'm going there for my 21st (feb 11 08 yay) its okay. :) sometimes i wish my life were like carrie bradshaws, even though she's a fictional character. at least she has cute clothes and has sex with attractive men. i'm practically a spinster.


cheers
kate

sunrise in Santa Barbara photos resurface

So I was fiddling around on my laptop today and discovered a buttload of photos from my weekend trip to Santa Barbara last Ocotober (october 23 '06) that are incredibly beautiful. Not my photography being beautiful, but the sunrise over the harbor/pier/mountains. It's incredible.

So without further adieu... here be my photos.