kate+speaks

my parents are the greatest people i know.

they’ve supported me throughout everything i’ve done. they’ve offered to support me financially and they’re still proud of me despite my non-existent flow of income and lack of real job.

one day… i’m sending them to hawaii. i can’t even think of an adjective to describe it, they’re just amazing parents.

the scariest fucking necklace on the face of the planet:

why the hell would someone want to wear this?

ok ok. i know not everyone is as terrified of birds, as i myself am, but shit…. thats a pretty damn huge bird you would be wearing around your neck.

it gives me the shivers….

how could i forget…….

a fat ass congrats to the man i’ve decided to marry, as he has landed a full-time internship with cda: www.chendesign.com, his number one job option. i love him and i’m glad he’s gettin’ paid cause i’m not.

wah wah wah.

nevrrrmind, scratch the last one. i found tickets to jimmy in santa cruz for hella cheaper in a smaller venue.

i’m over the sadness.

i unknowingly smashed my ring up and practically one side of the band is flat. i always knew girls like me should not have expensive jewelry. to be honest i have no idea what i did to make it that way. i always knock it into walls cause i’m clumsy like that and it gets annoying when i try to force my left hand into my pocket cause the diamond sticks out. girls like me weren’t meant to wear expensive pieces.

day two at readymade is tomorrow. so far its a cool gig. the commute to berkeley is a bitch when i get into oakland city limits, but the 880 drive between oakland to berkeley is by far the best bay-view there is, especially with the sf skyline staring back at you on a clear day. btw… readymade is giving me my own email address. i guess since they can’t pay me they can at least give me an official email address.

the man gave me his pocket digital camera as long as i promised to document my days… if this doesn’t turn into a photo-blog, personally bitch at me, and the message will come out loud and clear: creyes@gmail.com.

i definitely need to redo this damn site.

jimmy eat world tickets sold out…..

i am so sad.

adventures in the city.

yesterday the man & i had a date in the city. we ran some errands and walked miles. i accomplished my mission and ate here: www.frjtzfries.com

the french fries are a close comparison, if not exact, to the belgian fries @ pommes frittes in new york.

while in the mission district we hit a random thrift store. jeff picked up an olympus xa-2 for $7.50 and i got a pristine samsonite cosmetic case (you know the kind the avon ladies used to carry around?) for $12.50, its never been used because theres still a sticker on the inside mirror.

then we took the bus back to union square. jeff got stuck sitting next to some guy named tim. this was their conversation:

tim: yeah i used to weigh about 274 lbs. i’m about 204 lbs. now. you know i work out everyday. once you start working out you know, you just got to keep going, its hard to stop.
jeff: yeah uhh huh know what you mean yeah man.
tim: i took a dianetics iq test and i scored like 128, thats like the highest i’ve scored since high school. yeah they told me that poor guys don’t usually score that high but i’ve always been smart you know. like in high school i used to get really high grades. my stop is almost here i’m getting off at 6th street. i live there.
jeff: yeah uhh huh know what you mean yeah man.
tim: ohh by the way my name’s tim.
jeff: nice to meet you–(i’m) jeff.
tim: (practicallly cuts jeff off, sees a button labeled “pink” on jeff’s bag, mistakes it for “pink” the pop star) ohh i just love pink. man she’s hot. i love her music you know. mizundastood. yeah she’s great. i’d jack off to her if she had nude pictures but she doesn’t.
jeff: ohh for reals. uhh yeah she’s hot. yeah.
tim: babble babble blah blah blah “well this is my stop, nice talking to you man, you take care now”

and tim gets off in the tenderloin…. end of story.

we then have teatime @ samovar in the yerba buena gardens. hella great masala chai & hella great scones.

it was a verrrry good day.

I WANT TO FIND FRENCH FRIES ON THE LEFT COAST LIKE POMMES FRITTES IN NYC.

best french fries in the whole whole whole wide world.

i’m featured as a student profile on the csus website. i won’t link it because its an awful picture. stupid photographers and their fake ass poses, i think thats why i love lomo shit so much. if you slouch–you slouch, its real, right? damn picture. at least my interview does’t sound as stupid as i thought it did. they edited my words just right…

the job hunt continues later today in the sfc once again… i hope they like me, this place is BIG shit. its for another internship.

cross fingers and here we go againnnnn.

great times last night at voodoo. they played all the worthy songs from new common & kanye. it was especially all good until my buzz wore off and i was surrounded by drunk people. i don’t know why i buy jeff and paul drinks when they both annoy the HELL OUT OF ME as talkative drunks. i have “STFU” all over my face but they can’t read it, nor can they stop talking about nonsense. i say this with love. really, i do.

some sleaaaaazy ass dude introduced himself to me and then proceeded to sloppily give my hand a kiss. ugh. guys gross me out so much. i’m lucky i found one that doesn’t make me want to throw up, SO LUCKY.

i was congratulated about 10 different times on engagements and jobs and everyone always has to say that jeff and i should last forever…. and blah and blah and blah. drunk people man. drunk people. still, i <3 them. hah.

one day i’m gonna post a “MISSED CONNECTION” for the man on craigslist, its gonna sound like this:

“mr. grey suspenders at the taqueria. w4m.”

“you were in the taqueria ordering a shrimp burrito wearing grey suspenders that look like you stole them from your 4 year old nephew. you were adorable. i didn’t have the guts to say hi. i know you noticed me, we made eye contact when you got your salsa and chips. there was chemistry.

please reply if this is you mr. grey suspenders. next time i’m buying.”

[for a good time > craigslist.org > under "personals" > missed connections (take your pick they're all funny)