I kept pestering Ryan about what was going on in the movie, District 9, because the first bit was really hard to watch. It's your basic 'exploitation of a people' story, only the people were aliens whose ship stopped in Johannesberg, SA after an illness prevented them from returning home. Of course humans, being dumbshit like we are, automatically assumed they were up to no good, when really they just wanted to leave. Typical. But then some crazy shit happens and it gets really fuckedup like a horror movie, but then horror movie fuckedup turns into badass scifi action thriller. And of course the bad guy gets his head blown to shit at the very very end of the movie. Good movie. Maybe not everybodys kind of movie, but it was well done at least.
Kate: Auto-reply: watching District 9. leave a message
Ryan: were you abducted
2:55 PM
Kate: Auto-reply: watching District 9. leave a message
Ryan: oooo no's you has!
3:45 PM
Kate: back
Kate: well
Kate: that was interesting
3:50 PM
Ryan: YAY you're not abducted
Ryan: or did they return you?
Kate: they returned me
Kate: we were partying it up on the mothership
Kate: some DDR (dance dance revolution for those of you who are retards)
Ryan: AND I WASNT INVITEDDDD
Kate: nope
Kate: cause you were at work
Kate: durrr
<3 ryan & i's conversations!
kities are fighting for control of the sunny spot in the living room... trying to eat my yogurt in peace is not happening this morning.
anywayyyyyy tis about it.
yogurt concoction: 1tbsp honey | 3 tbsp greek yogurt (or the Trader Joes Mediterranean cheese style yogurt) | 3-4 tbsp low fat granola | fresh blueberries + mangoes = YUMMY
cheers,
.kate.
ps: prawns (ref to title) was the term people used for the aliens in District 9. I didn't think they looked much like prawns, but whatever.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
more knitting & such
The rain is still here, drowning and flooding southern california with a vengeance. I'm enjoying the rain, but it is absofuckinglutely terrifying to drive the freeways in it. And not because I'm afraid of the rain- no it's because my car scares me. It needs a service, the tires are bald and the brakes are almost shot. I drove to Glendale yesterday going about 50-55mph, which is not that slow, but these fucking 18 wheelers and SUVs were speeding past me going like 70-80 and I thought I was going to die. The water spray from the wheels of the 18wheelers was drowning my tires and causing my car to hydroplane. So. fucking. scary!
I hate LA drivers! They either go 30mph or 85 in the rain. It's stupid, just drive cautiously so you don't endanger anyones' life and we're all good. But no, it's always an extreme. UGH.
Finally started the cabled afghan blanket for mi madre. It's going to take a really long time to finish, but at least I've begun it. I need some DPN but every time I go to the Michaels' craft stores in Glendale and Pasadena, they don't have the size I need. It's really frustrating.
Good tv FINALLY. Top Gear 13 on BBCAmerica next monday, and then a week later, the Lost final season! huzzah! Richard Hammond, Smoke Monsters and Lamborghinis oh my!
signing off.
kate.
I hate LA drivers! They either go 30mph or 85 in the rain. It's stupid, just drive cautiously so you don't endanger anyones' life and we're all good. But no, it's always an extreme. UGH.
Finally started the cabled afghan blanket for mi madre. It's going to take a really long time to finish, but at least I've begun it. I need some DPN but every time I go to the Michaels' craft stores in Glendale and Pasadena, they don't have the size I need. It's really frustrating.
Good tv FINALLY. Top Gear 13 on BBCAmerica next monday, and then a week later, the Lost final season! huzzah! Richard Hammond, Smoke Monsters and Lamborghinis oh my!
signing off.
kate.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
knitting and strippers
Knitting but i keep forgetting what row i'm on so I mess it up. K1 Slip 1, K1 Slip 1... or is it P1, Slip 1? I'm not sure and now my knitting has turned into a tube. I fail at concentration!
Finally had a random moment where i realized who Richard Hammond reminds me of- not that i had spent time thinking about it, it was unconscious but about ten minutes ago as I was downloading Rock & Roll Pt 2 by Gary Glitter, which I like because it was in the film, The Full Monty (and the Keanu Reeves film, The Replacements)... so then it came to me: he reminds me of Robert Carlyle! Which is weird because though I do find Hammond to be an attractive man, my mind put two and two together that it really shouldn't have, and now my brain has sublemated Hammond into Robert Carlyle's role in The Full Monty and I've got this disturbing mental image of compact little Richard Hammond, stripping in front of old people in a steel factory. So wrong! Hammond or anyone related to Hammond, I do apologize if you for some odd reason read this. It isn't some creepy fantasy, really. It's grossing me out. Ew. Excuse me while I go poke out my mind's eye.
ANYWAY.
So I'm 2/3 through The Two Towers! Still only 107 pages into The Silmarillion, cause I have not read it in like two weeks, but at least I'm keeping my goal of reading all three LOTR books in succession in a succinct amount of time (unlike the years in between reading books that i usually do).
Going to get knitting help from my mom's friend in about an hour, so I should probably get ready to go since I havee to run errands ..
cheers.
Finally had a random moment where i realized who Richard Hammond reminds me of- not that i had spent time thinking about it, it was unconscious but about ten minutes ago as I was downloading Rock & Roll Pt 2 by Gary Glitter, which I like because it was in the film, The Full Monty (and the Keanu Reeves film, The Replacements)... so then it came to me: he reminds me of Robert Carlyle! Which is weird because though I do find Hammond to be an attractive man, my mind put two and two together that it really shouldn't have, and now my brain has sublemated Hammond into Robert Carlyle's role in The Full Monty and I've got this disturbing mental image of compact little Richard Hammond, stripping in front of old people in a steel factory. So wrong! Hammond or anyone related to Hammond, I do apologize if you for some odd reason read this. It isn't some creepy fantasy, really. It's grossing me out. Ew. Excuse me while I go poke out my mind's eye.
ANYWAY.
So I'm 2/3 through The Two Towers! Still only 107 pages into The Silmarillion, cause I have not read it in like two weeks, but at least I'm keeping my goal of reading all three LOTR books in succession in a succinct amount of time (unlike the years in between reading books that i usually do).
Going to get knitting help from my mom's friend in about an hour, so I should probably get ready to go since I havee to run errands ..
cheers.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
(in gollum voice) go away!
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...
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...
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.
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