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[Jul. 13th, 2009|01:51 pm] |
I didn't have anything to do this weekend so I slept. And slept. Aaaaand slept. I slept for fourteen hours on Friday night and twelve hours on Saturday night, and then napped on and off on Sunday afternoon. Also, Saturday night, I drank, and took Nyquil, two Benadryl, and a Topomax.
This worries me.
When I was younger I was quite depressed, and I slept a lot. I slept in school. I slept after school. I slept all the time. I would like to think that I can deal with things better now, but I've been so down for these past couple of weeks, and when it all kind of culminated in a weekend alone I slept it away. Fml. |
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| A lesson I should have learned much sooner in life: |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|02:11 pm] |
People will take as much as you will give them. And then some.
That whole 'give someone an inch and they'll take a mile' thing is true. So true.
Even people who are innately good will keep taking if you keep giving, and not always give back. I know I have more money than my friends. You know why? I work harder. I've been working full time at the same company for over 4.5 years. I don't work whenever is convenient, I don't call in sick, I don't spend all day at work doing nothing; I work my ass off.
Yet somehow my friends feel justified in taking advantage of me because I have more money, even though I earned every damn dollar while they were out there enjoying the sun, staying out late, and wasting away the little money that they did earn.
Fuck that. The Bank of Kate is now closed. |
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| Attn: PDX |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|01:21 pm] |
I am going to be in Portland for the North American Organic Brewer's Festival at Overlook Park on Saturday.
My friend(s?) and I plan to go out afterward and stay in the area. Unfortunately, I don't have any friends in the area, and don't know it well. We're going to stay in a motel, so I'm not worried about crashing somewhere, but I don't know where to kick it!
What are some fun, chill bars in the area? Do YOU want to hang out?
Oh, and something rad:
This is Abbey and me (and some random people) with Dexter and Noodles from The Offspring. And look! I'm not crying or screaming, "I LOVE YOU DEXTER!!!" or anything! |
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| A follow up to my rant about men (sorta) |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:35 am] |
So at Ryan's birthday party on Saturday, I met this super cute guy. We flirted and drank, and eventually ended up making out.
I stumbled onto his myspace page the next day (I saw his name on the invite list), and come to find out he's got a girlfriend and a kid.
Awesome.
So today, I decided to text this other guy that I met at the Spunky Monkey on Friday night. He came right over to Tara when I was out of the room and told her that he thought I was very pretty, and wasn't hesitant to tell me at all. I was a bit thrown off guard and probably came off a bit abrasive. In my text message, I apologized and said that I'm a bit shy. He said that I was the LAST person he expected to hear from, but he was glad that I texted.
Fast-forward a few hours. Tara and I are at a movie and he texts me again.
Dude: How much longer? I wanna see your fine ass
(Note: This already makes me feel a little awkward but I know how some guys can be through text).
Me: Lol. It's not gonna be tonight. Tara and i both need to work in the morning.
Dude: Are you really conservative or what?
Me: Kinda. More cautious than conservative.
Dude (like a half hour later): Do you have any pictures of that big ass of yours, saved to your phone?
Dude: That was meant in a good way. And mind you, i'm a little drunk. So excuse me.
Dude: Here we go. I just fucked it up once again...
I have yet to respond to these last three texts. I really don't even know what to say. I just said that I was cautious, and you ask me to send you pictures of my ass? Wtf?
Now I got a lot of flack for that last entry about guys, mostly from girls saying that they like relationships that are simply sexual.
Fine. I can accept that. Hell, I tried that. Granted, it didn't work out well, but the blame is shared. I'm just sick of men assuming that all women are that way, and that we don't deserve to be treated with respect. Even one-night stands can come from a respectful place with a mutual understanding. I am not a fucking Stepford robot, so please stop assuming that I'm happy to do whatever pleases you. |
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| I hate sleeping alone. |
[Jun. 13th, 2009|11:46 am] |
So last night, pretty late, I crawl into bed and pass out pretty quickly. I assume I was in the middle of a dream when I started to half wake up. I opened my eyes and saw this man standing by my door. I screamed and froze for a sec, then reached over to turn on my lamp and when I looked back, he was gone.
I didn't hear any movement, like he was hiding in my room, and everything was blurry because I took my contact lenses out. Odd, because the man was quite clear.
I sat there for a few minutes, frozen and shaking, with my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest, as I tried to process what just happened.
It didn't seem like I woke anyone up with that scream.
I finally figured out that he must have been a dream within a dream, and my scream (whether it happened in real life or just within the dream I'm not sure), must have woken me up.
Still, it's nights like that when you really wish that you had someone beside you to curl up in the crook of their arm and help you feel warm and safe. I grabbed my stupid stuffed duck, but obviously it was a poor substitute.
Edit: Leslie is convinced that it was a ghost. Lol. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|06:21 pm] |
What's wrong with our generation? How come when you meet a guy and find him even remotely attractive he assumes you'll immediately hop on his dick? And worse still, how come half of the girls I know actually would do it?
Is it our parents' fault? We grow up hearing these fairytales about meeting 'the one' but then we watched our parents divorce or suffer in loveless relationships. Even people that are lucky enough have happy parents know that it's not the norm.
Is it women's empowerment? Did the sexual revolution inadvertently eradicate things like chivalry and romance?
Is it the adult film industry? Do guys these days watch so much porn that they really think that all women want to be treated that way? "Hello, let's fuck. Of course you can jizz in my eye!" Ro-fucking-mantic. Don't they understand that it's just a movie? Just like an action movie or a horror flick - it's not real life. I know it's easier to just go home and jerk off if some girl doesn't immediately start licking your balls, but isn't it worth the work sometimes?
Is it technology? Does saying something through text make it somehow more acceptable than if you were saying it to their face? Does meeting someone off the internet eliminate the need to forage an actual relationship of any sort before sliding beneath the sheets? (I'm not necessarily talking commitment here; I'm just talking about not fucking a stranger.)
I hate the men who call themselves 'nice guys,' because you know what? In my experience, they're really not all that nice. They're just bitter. Just because they're not overt pricks doesn't mean that they actually care any more than the rest of the douche bags (douche BARGES, actually). It probably just means that they're getting less play than their asshole friends. You think you're nice? Don't tell me - show me. Stop plotting to get in my pants and actually get to know me. I'm dope as fuck, and if you don't think so, you shouldn't get to sleep with me anyway.
I'm sick of meeting someone and then when I don't instantly put out, I never hear from them again, or they call at fucking midnight three weeks later. Did you ever see movies or TV shows where guys took girls on dates? Is that unheard of now? I can't remember the last time I went on an actual DATE. We make so many excuses for guys, 'oh the economy is bad,' 'oh he's just so busy with work,' but the bottom line is that if a guy is interested, he should put in the effort. Dating can be cheap - most of us aren't that fussy, but men are just too goddamn lazy. It's easier to just find someone else who'll put out.
And then there's the guys who just randomly disappear or do you dirty without explanation. So many guys these days are just so weak and dishonest. Is it that hard to grow a pair and speak your mind? Why do you think we can't handle the truth? Are you THAT scared of our reaction? I keep meeting these seemingly decent guys, and then find out that they're fooling around on their wives or girlfriends, talking shit about their exes, or just lying about stupid crap. It's disgusting and frustrating.
I know people are gonna read this and just think I'm some kind of crazy emo prude, but fuck 'em - I'm awesome. |
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[May. 8th, 2009|01:01 pm] |
Today would have been ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) starkravingfag's birthday. Sad day :(
I want to go out and have fun tonight, but I don't think any of my usual crowd is around. Same old same old, I guess. I will eventually expand my group of friends! I added Tara and Mitch a few months ago. That's a good start, I suppose. Well, at least Tara was a good addition. I love her so much it's not even funny. Mitch is good times, but possibly pretty toxic.
Denny brought us all flowers at work today. He grew them himself. He's such a sweetheart. He calls me almost daily to ask me for dating advice and to update me on how things are going. Little does he know that I'm like the WORST person to ask for advice, but that's okay. We bond, haha. He took Tara and me out for dinner after Crystal's wedding.
Um, what else is new... I'm getting addicted to 30Rock. I've been looking for stuff to watch until the new season of Dexter starts. <3 Dexterrrr! If I ever have a son, I'll probably name him Dexter Danger (which I was going to do before I got obsessed with the TV show - Dexter is for Dexter Holland from The Offspring... Danger because who wouldn't like to say that their middle name is Danger?!). |
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[May. 4th, 2009|07:25 pm] |
I picked up hitchhikers again today. I really should stop doing that. It's so reckless.
Me wanty snoo snoo. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
I think blogging is awesome. I love re-reading my old posts. I'm going to try to post more (I always say that, but whatever). Sometimes it's hard thinking of stuff about which to write (I'm trying to stop ending sentences in prepositions. It's not going well. I think I sound like a pretentious douche when I say things like 'about which', but I feel dumb when I'm consciously grammatically incorrect).
Scott's little sister Jes turned 21 on Wednesday. I brought her a bottle of Everclear. My mom saw me wrapping it up and freaked out on me. I know that Everclear can be dangerous, but she acted like I was bringing her a bag of crack. My mom's so cute.
I was off work yesterday, so I drove up to Seattle and Abbey and I had breakfast. We bonded over her adventures as a newly single woman. She's better than I am at being single, haha.
I'm struggling with my new tasks at work. It's making me dread coming in every day 'cause I keep getting frustrated and worried that I'm not living up to everyone's expectations. I love working four days per week though :)
I had a good morning (giggity) and I'm looking forward to the weekend. T-minus 3.5 hours! |
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| Why do I hate myself? |
[Apr. 13th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
I've been spending so much of my time with this boy (the bad-news-redhead, from waybackwhen). He doesn't like tall girls, older girls, big girls, dark girls (I'm not dark, but he thinks I am)... the list goes on.
We are still not officially dating. He apparently tried to broach the subject when we were in Chicago, but he was drunk and I shut him down before he got started. He didn't try very hard.
Every time I think I could really just drop him completely, he does something incredibly sweet (he surprised me with an easter basket the other day), and every time I think I could really fall for him, he does something incredibly douchey (we had plans to hang out tonight, but his phone is turned off and he's not at home).
I know I can't possibly be the exception to every rule. I honestly think he's not all that physically attracted to me... so why do I put myself through this? I'm sure there are guys out there that think I'm effing hot, and don't care, shit, maybe even like that I'm tall, thick (okay fat, whatever), olive-skinned and not a teenager. So what's my problem? Why am I the queen of low self-esteem?
Arg, fml. |
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| Help me! |
[Apr. 11th, 2009|02:43 pm] |
Where can I buy Guarana soda in the Seattle area? Preferably in the south end, but I'm willing to drive.
I don't want to buy it online. I don't have that kind of time/money. |
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| Attn: Geeks |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|01:03 pm] |
I need Outlook help.
I am having a problem when I create a signature in Outlook. Any time I use a font size of 12, it shows as 10 (it displays correctly on the Signature page, but re-sizes when I create an email). Any other font size shows correctly. Can someone tell me how I can create a signature with a size 12 font? Thanks!
Also, I'm going to Chicago on Friday with Mitch, to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. We're gonna party. |
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| Today is a sad day. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2009|01:14 pm] |
I posted this as a bulletin on my myspace on Friday with the intent of putting it in my LJ, but I forgot until now.
For those of you that know me well, you know that there are very few things of which I'm truly passionate. One of these things is fm talk radio. I began my love affair with talk radio at the age of fourteen, with 100.7 The Buzz. I don't have the greatest relationship with my father, so I learned everything I know about men from Adam Carolla and Dr. Drew on Loveline. Reruns of the Tom Leykis Show came on after that, and although I wasn't a fan back then, I listened. I still remember the first time I heard his show. Now that I'm older, I still think he's kind of a jackass, but I find myself agreeing with him more often than not.
Loveline and the other programming on The Buzz were the beginning, but since then, my love of talk radio has expanded. Adam Carolla, my father-figure and hero, hosts a syndicated morning show out of parent station KLSX (owned by CBS Radio) in Los Angeles. It's broadcasted here through 107.7 The End. KLSX is also the parent station for Tom Leykis, who hosts the No. 1 nationally syndicated afternoon show. Since I stream directly from directly from KLSX, I' ve also had the pleasure of being exposed to the rest of their daytime programming. Frosty, Heidi, and Frank, and even Danny Bonadeuce have become a part of my daily routine. Listening to them made my days so much more enjoyable. It's like having friends right at my desk.
Yesterday morning, Adam Carolla announced that CBS Radio decided to switch the format of KLSX from talk radio to top 40. They are buying out his contract, as well as the contracts for the rest of the talent (I am not sure what is happening with Leykis, as he is nationally syndicated). I am devastated by this news. Adam pointed out yesterday, when he was saying that their programming director didn't like Dana Carvey's style, that they need to program to the lowest common denominator. That's what happened here when The Buzz switched formats and became The Wolf; intelligent talk doesn't appeal to imbiciles nearly as much as country music. Now they're doing the same thing in Los Angeles. As a society, we apparently hate using our brains. Let's just turn off the radio and watch some more reality TV.
Also, Frank just drunkenly confessed that that asshole Tom Leykis refused to take a paycut. Adam Carolla took a paycut; Frosty, Heidi, and Frank took a paycut, but apparently CBS radio couldn't afford Tom's massive salary. Since he wouldn't budge, they switched formats entirely. Fuck you, Leykis.
Not only am I going to miss the entertainment, I'm going to miss the words of wisdom and the inspiration I often took from these people. That's how radio is different from television - you really do feel connected after you've been listening for so long. You learn about their lives - it's almost like a weird, one-sided friendship. I'm sad. Radio suffered a great loss today. |
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| Tomorrow night (Friday) |
[Dec. 25th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
I'm having my birthday party at 8:00 at the S. Auburn Denny's (don't make fun - I'm friends with the bartender and it's awesome).
You should come!
Hit me up (206) 290-8721 |
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[Dec. 21st, 2008|07:27 pm] |
More stuff from 2002:
Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1> Get hot
2> Fall in love with someone that loves me as much as I love them.
3> Become a successful radio talk show host.
4> Skydive
5> Learn how to sing
6> Punch someone deserving in the face as hard as I can
7> Learn how to french braid my own hair.
I love how my goals haven't really changed since I was seventeen, haha. |
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|02:43 pm] |
From my journal, 2002:
"I just took his crap because I'm so used to that. Most of my friends are mean to me (in jest of course) and it just rolls off my back. I don't take it seriously anymore, but perhaps I should. They're not always kidding- some of them just aren't very nice people."
I have new friends, but some things never change.
Also:
i can't resist;
01. Boys in backwards hats
02. Good huggers
03. Playing in the snow
04. People that are sweet but do bad things
Haha, apparently most things never change. |
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[Dec. 15th, 2008|11:48 pm] |
Is anybody out there?
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Sometimes it's amazing how alone and disconnected you can feel - like you're always an afterthought.
I've been walking closer to the line than ever before - doing stuff that used to be so unlike me. I kind of like it sometimes, but I'm in the same place as always. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|11:12 pm] |
Random text message from one of my buddies:
Jared: What has 148 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?
Kate: I don't know. What?
Jared: My zipper.
Things like this really brighten up a dull day at work. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2008|11:13 pm] |
Remember when I was updating all the time?
That was awesome. Too bad this isn't really an update.
I don't really have much to say, but I have a picture! This is me after GWAR last night. I got drenched in so much fake blood that my contacts turned red (below is a picture of my eyes looking normal). I get hella metal points for that.
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Eh, what the heck... A couple more pics... I doubt anyone really wanted to click on the link to my vegas pictures, so here's a couple of them:
Abbey and me and Adam at the after party in the Hugh Hefner suite at the Palms. In the background to the right you can see Cody from Hinder.
Halloween night
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One more picture - from Amber's birthday party (she insisted on doing a costume party since it was the weekend before Halloween):
I probably should have cut these, but I didn't (I must be in an extra-sharing kind of mood). Sorry? |
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