kate+speaks

so word on the street is tonight is sofa lounge’s last night(?)…

theres a question mark because i don’t want to be caught responsible for spreading rumors and the like.

so me and the homies are hitting it up ONE LAST TIME… sadface. thats my favorite dancefloor ever. =(

SOFA LOUNGE TONITE!

i’m not lying. i really do love him, in a thirteen-year-old-girl-kind-of-way.

so i’ve had things for pharrell williams, orlando bloom, and a few others… but I REALLY… REALLY… have a fat ass crush on josh duhamel. i think he’s hotttttttt shit. i love him. he’s playing captain lennox in transformers.

i love him like how some girls used to love michael jackson, back in the late 80’s when they would scream and cry when they saw him.

i love him.

feeling like a fat kid.

my mind is like unstimulated jello. i haven’t thought about design-anything for a week… and you know what… f_ck it, its cool, cause i am in hibernation mode.

went to sac last night for a girl-get-together. it was cold… COLD… superfckn cold. i don’t want to go back. there better be snow on the ground if its that cold. there’s like a 10 degree difference in temperature. its been 3 years of living there on jan first. it was a good run, but i miss the bay.

so i’ve lived with the man 3 years… and we still have not killed eachother. its cause i love him. there, i said it. I LOVE HIM.

sales have been insane since the weekend before xmas. i have not paid full price for so much cool shit that i am so proud of myself.

happy new years.

news sucks. there’s a lot of drama happening around xmas this year. it really makes me question life sometimes. lay-offs… cancer… death…

lets take the time to enjoy what life is really about this holiday season.

GOD BLESS.

ONE MORE SEMESTER TO GO.

shit this last week took forever.

now i have to worry about finishing my xmas shopping.

p.s. why can’t i go to an dress-up holiday event? i’m willing to freeze my ass off for a night.

dear school,

i really hate you right now. you make me so stressed out its to the point where i can’t function properly any more. i just sit in stuck-mode, thinking about how i’m never going to make deadlines and still do what i gotta do at home. i hate you. why’d you have to end so fckn late? i should be relaxing by now, like everybody else.

f_you.

k8.

FLASH IS STRAIGHHHHHHT STUPID.

i hate that program with deep regret of loving it in the beginning of the semester. ITS JUST SO DAMN COMPLICATED.

i hate you flash, trying to play me like you were so fun in the beginning of it all… i learned bitch. i learned.

i can’t wait to graduate.

i can’t wait to be a career woman.

i’m going to go to my office in heels then keep flats underneath my desk. i promise i will fix my hair everyday and never wear a hat. HAHAHA. i’m going to have such a sick ass work space.

i’m almost ready for that next phase in my life. i’m ready to graduate… get a job… and do what i love to do for some checks.

NoCAA lost another one this week.

Rest in peace Uncle Ray (Arriola).

cancer took another one. =*/