kate+speaks

I saw a shooting star on the way home from Milpitas to SF, right over downtown, while on 101.

I love moments like that. They make me feel like I am part of something greater. In the littlest way its almost surreal, to catch a glimpse of a sudden movement in space, a connection with something so far away. It was a beautiful moment.

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I dropped some dollars on a bike, damn road bikes cost good money. I’ve never had a bike where the gears shifted and I’ve never been on a bike where my feet can’t touch the ground. So its a problem for me, whatever though, I’ll get used to it. What scares the hell out of me is being on the road in SF. I’m used to taking the BMX through good ol’ Natomas (Sacramento), its nothing. BUT SF? I’ve only decided to take it on rides around the perimeter which only include the Embarcadero, Crissy Field, and Ocean Beach. A few definite exceptions are: Golden Gate Park and running errands in the Richmond. My bike is DEFINITELY NOT for transportation purposes, its purely for leisure, if I need to get around I have my bus pass.

Anyways here it is… Neutron Firenze.

Neutron — because I started thinking about titanium-the periodic table-atoms-protons-neutrons. Firenze — because he’s a “Centurion Centaur”-and if you know Harry Potter, Firenze is the centaur. THAT’S THE MIND OF A GRAPHIC DESIGNER, IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW, NOW YOU KNOW.

I had an interview for DWELL magazine this past Tuesday for a jr. designer position. They started with 300 applicants, decided on 10 candidates, and I think it went down to 7 to interview, its a huge priveledge even to be considered. It would be dope if all goes well and I land it. Their studio has a rooftop patio and a sr. designer told me that once in a while on Fridays during the summer they take half days and just chill on the rooftop. My interview went well and I wouldn’t mind, lounging on a rooftop enjoying the SF sunshine. What I definitely need is the jr. designer job stability. Please cross your fingers and if you happen to be religious, say a few words for me, I could use it. Thanks.

I usually have a “man of the hour crush” every now and then, sometimes its Johnny Knoxville, in the past it has been Ryan Reynolds and Hayden Christensen. Right now the “man of the hour crush” is Ryan Gosling. BUT NOT Ryan Gosling as in right-now-Ryan-Gosling. I like skinny-hipster-Ryan-Gosling-a-la-”Half Nelson.”

He was pretty darn good looking in his GQ shoot as well:

ANYWAYS, YES… Ryan Gosling is my current “man of the hour crush.” He’s a hot one in “Half Nelson,” and he made me laugh so hard in “Lars and the Real Girl.” I’m going to buy it, where he is so NOT HOT, but its hilarious to me, maybe not to you, but it is to me.

Thats my blog, its Friday, GET YOUR PARTY ON.

I’m still here, avoiding the laptop as soon I get home in the evening, but still here.

Something I would openly like to talk about: “clubbing.”

FYI I do not go “clubbing,” I don’t “party,” and I will never admit to anything of that nature. I go out, I go out dancing, I go out for a good buzz and thats about it. It has recently come to my attention that I will no longer attend any events unless hosted by the following: Triple Threat, Fingerbangerz, and the Reignforest Collective. My attendance will solely be exclusive to the aforementioned parties (unless special occasions require me to deviate from the plan).

Yes, call me a snob, I am a dancefloor snob. I like my space and if you are ugly and you can’t dance then I don’t like you next to me. It sounds mean and I sound like a bitch, but I mean it. In reality though this occurs because its my own fault, its me being at the wrong place, cause they don’t end up in my clubs, I end up in theirs. I’ve realized that the biggest difference that sets my favorites aside from others is a level of class and a great vibe. You can’t fake a good vibe and you can’t tell me hootchies have class. I don’t belong at the places I complain about, thats given, so from now on I will only continue to support the strong and the classy, Triple Threat, Fingerbangerz, and Reignforest Collective.

Can I get an amen?

YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS?

This sucks….

Follow my true-life-scenario…

Gets a call at about 6:30pm at work, its Jeff: “Hey we’re invited to go out for drinks, do you want to come?” Me: “Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, I said I’d go to the gym.” Jeff: “Ok well think about it and let me know.” Think THINK Think. Calls Jeff back: “Ehh I think I’m going to go to the gym.” Still thinks THINKS thinks, talks to Paul online about how I am heavily weighing the decision between alcohol and maintaining a healthy life. Decides that the gym is the best thing. Gets on the bus to the gym. Keeps telling myself I made the right decision. Fights the urge to turn around and meet up. Go up the four flights of stairs at the gym. Checks in. Goes to the locker room. Takes out all of my gym clothes. Realizes there are NO SWEATS.

FUCK.

Calls Jeff. Kate: “I FORGOT MY SWEATS!!!” Jeff: “You did?!? Come here.” Kate: “Ok meet you there.”

True story. The gym is halfway between work and home, and the restaurant Jeff and his coworkers were was further than where I came from. I was definitely not meant to be where all my hard motivation led me. The payoff is that I didn’t order anything when I got to the restaurant.

I don’t know if its:

A – I live in a city where there is an abundance of alcohol
B – the 40 hour work week
C – the glory of financial independence

…that allows me to consume so much more alcohol that I ever have, but its a fact. I think its a jumbo combination of all three honestly. Which is great because: there are liquor stores and bars everywhere, the 40 hour work week kills me, and I have money to say “Round of dranks on me!” Its really a beautiful life. It sounds really bad and really terrible when I put it in words but its not like that at all. Everything my dad and mom used to say about working hard and seeing the payoff makes a lot of sense. I deserve everything I have cause I’ve led a pretty responsible life and I should enjoy ALL OF IT.

My life is golden.

Daylight savings is KILLING ME! Ugh.

Home on a Friday nite in Milpitas, holler.

So at my job we’re pretty liberal when it comes to unwinding on Fridays. I never thought it would be a reoccuring thing to drink and leave work with a slight buzz on Fridays. If my next job doesn’t do this, I will start it. I will have a bottle of Grey in a cabinet and cans of pinapple juice.

Is that even a good combination? Ohh well it is to me. What is even better is a bottle of soju and a bottle of Nantucket Nectar Orange Pinapple Banana. I highly recommend it. HIGHLY.

Did anyone else realize how warm and beautiful it was at 8pm this evening? What a waste of a night for me. Ohh well. Beautiful nights are on their way, my second favorite calendar day is almost here: spring daylight savings. Yes, its fking weird and I understand that, but if you are as optimistic as I am about the summertime you’ll realize its the first sign of longer days. Its almost time for:

_ Bonfires at New Brighton
_ The coast
_ Crissy Field x 100
_ Mitchell’s & Bi-Rite Ice Creams over and over
_ Sunsets at 9pm
_ Summer soundtracks
_ BBQ’s with my favorite folks
_ Hawaii
_ Camping

Ugh, I can’t wait. I am itching for it.

If they don’t win, I will flip the hell out. Jabbawockeez got my absolute favorite, PYT.

Its almost 8. I’m still at work….

I tried to fend off dinner by eating a banana and taking a pack of roasted cashews from the snack closet.

It was surprisingly a great combination, but such a sad meal.

To counter-act my post of love and affection from yesterday I would like to publicly state the following:

Jeff does not hold my hand, nor does he wait for me to cross the street with him (sometimes). If he sees an open opportunity he will just go, whether I am directly behind him or not. He doesn’t look behind him, he just crosses the street as if I weren’t there. He says that I’m too slow and I should just go for it and cross when he does.

Its my one of my biggest pet peeves and I want to throw blunt objects at him every time he does this. I’d like to put it on blast because maybe he will finally stop doing it.

AHEM COUGH AHEM AHEM AHEM COUGH