kate+speaks

so on saturday i got suckered into a conversation like this:

(taking about graduation/the party)

uncle bart & deck (jeff’s uncles): so kate what do you plan on doing after?

me: umm… probably move back home.

uncle bart: and then?

me: probably look for a job in san francisco.

uncle bart: and then?

uncle deck: we want to hear about something else…

then everybody chimes in about marriage…

me: i don’t know… its not up to me, its not like i have to buy jeff a ring!

so its natural to expect marriage after finishing our degrees, its like the filipino parent’s dream: graduate college, start your life… get married, get a job, have kids… they seem to breathe easier once they know you got your degree, i see it all the time, my mom tells me all the time: “when you finish school… yada yada.”

plus a design classmate got engaged over break, so its definitely something people in our position consider. its a good time to get engaged, school is practically done, i’ll be hitting 24 soon, still got to plan…

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHEEEM COUGH. AHEM. jk. the room mate is already feeling the pressure from my life planning.

i totally did not expect that conversation though, the funny thing is its always jeff’s MALE relatives that like to bring up the subject, his cousins and uncles.

whoa.

no fu6king joke here. i swear on my life the following story is true.

so school started, today was the first day of tues/thurs classes. since i messed up my jr. year of high school spanish i am forced to take span 007 (reading proficiency). in this class the teacher asked a student to read the syllabus, and nooooooo fu6king joke THE GIRL COULD NOT PRONOUNCE THE FOLLOWING WORDS:

“consistency”

“narration”

“deciphering”

call me a hater, whatever, at least i’m literate enough to get by college without any question.

seriously. she just stuttered and fumbled through the words at a lower volume then moved onto the next word. i doubt she’s dyslexic or has some kind of learning disability.

WHY DO I HAVE CLASSES WITH SO MANY IDIOTS? ohh and obviously, english was not her second language. NO DOUBT, homegirl had white skin and no accent.

i’m just telling it how it is…

a list of my missions:

- find the best burrito in all of california (which is hard cause certain taquerias got their own specialties)
- never pay full price for clothes/shoes/things, live like a queen–spend like a poor girl.
- travel the world, one city at a time, then i’m jumping oceans.
- to find the perfect jeans, under $60. HAH.
– to never fully figure myself out.
- to invent a new form of self-expression through brain waves.
- to eat at all the dope places on the food network, one restaurant at a time.
- to make people laugh, one clever outburst at a time.
- to bake something from scratch and make it my signature “potluck dish,” scraatchhhh y’all, from scratch!
- to memorize every line from “old school.”

thats all for now, the list is an on-going thing…

i wish my mom saved her clothes and shoes from the 70’s and 80’s. it would save me time from trying to find cool vintage sheeeeeeet. even though i’m pretty sure my moms was a size one, two, or three back in the day before motherhood, and even though she’s a shoe size bigger than me, it still would’ve been cool and completely authentic.

i’m always trying to get rid of clothes to cut down the closet, recently i have come to realize that:

1. i had absolutely no sense of style before the i turned 21. i cringe while looking at old pictures.
2. instead of getting rid of outdated clothing at the present, i’m going to save it for my future babies, somehow….

what the hell is going to be cool in the year 2030, i wonder…

ON ANOTHER MISSION:

…to never pay full price for material things ever again!

food… vacations.. i don’t mind at all. full price for food and good memories ain’t nothing. but for stuff? i honestly admit whole-heartedly that i enjoy everything better when i know i got a great ass deal.

so far i’ve been living on sales and dope finds. its great piece of mind.

i need to say…
that i miss SOFA LOUNGE very very very much.

whhhhhhhhhhy did you have to close on us?

we hit some lounge in the city on saturday and i was as discontent as ever. it was packed like sardines. the narration of the music sucked balls, it had no method to the madness. plus i was crazy sober, not that i drink often, but it was a bad night to be sober.

sucks. sofa was the best. =/

p.s. i have begun to realize that people who cannot handle their alcohol are becoming one of my biggest pet peeves. drink hard if you please, but handle your shit if you do. gosh. GOSH. NO SERIOUS. people are either hella sensitive, easily angered, talk-talk-talkative, or just all around annoying.

ok. i admit i have been there, under the influence, and i have no doubt in my mind that i wasn’t the most annoying girl in the world at that exact moment. people still tell me stories of the past, ok.. yeah. i never want to be that vulnerable, annoying, and messed up again. …maybe thats just me, but some folks need to know that they look COMPLETELY STUPID when they drink too much.

HANDLE YO’SELF. =)

money is running my life.

money will decide when i can get married.
money will decide when i’m ready to raise kids.
money will decide where i live, and if i can rent or buy.

MONEY.

i’d like to get hitched within the next two years. i’d like to have a kid within three to four. i’d like to live in a nice proximity to the city.

f_ck. i need to find a good job this summer and save… save… save…

in other news… new shit:

latest project
introducing a new marketing piece i designed for my new job. you’ll find these posted around the sac state union. its nice getting paid.

QUICK!

somebody buy me this quick:

i watched a 20/20 special on debt tonight and it freaked me out. stupid credit cards, “LIFE TAKES VISA” MY ASS. i swear i spend the most money just to go out… but then i need things to wear to go out… then i need good stuff to eat when i go out… then i find nice stuff when i’m out.

its outside’s fault.

note to self & anybody:

download the songs on “love you down” (a slow jams compilation cd), i saw the commercial on vh1 soul. if you’re around your mid 20s like myself, its pretty funny.

i only think its funny cause i always wished i had a boyfriend when those songs were the shit. never did. HAH. HAH. =P

i hate the game but his song with kanye is like chocolate to me.