Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Last update from Texas

I'm leavin on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. This is really the first time I'll head off not knowing at all when I'll be back. Maybe not until May, or June, depending on when the semester ends.

This is also the last update of 2008. This was a really exciting year, actually. Let's recap:

1. Ice-cold Nastia Liukin (or however you spell it) was a general badass at the Olympics.
2. Shawn Johnson was adorable and also a badass at the Olympics.
3. Those Chinese gymnasts are still not sixteen.
4. Michael Phelps: well, okay. Yeah. 'Nuff said.
5. I went off to college.
7. I learned my boyfriend is a conspiracy theorist about 9/11 and the moon landing.
8. I still respect him.
9. I was the loneliest I've ever been.
10. I learned to appreciate my family.
11. I learned the subway system to a T.
12. Did I mention Obama was elected?
13. The economic crash- Wall Street freaked themselves out, then the government gave them a whole bunch of money to try and make them feel safer. Then they used it to buy themselves lobster dinners or whatever and people are still freaking out.
14. Gas went to four bucks a gallon, now it's at a dollar thirty, which is good for everyone except those with Exxon stocks.
15. Christmas just happened and it was awesome, because Christmas is awesome.
16. I was cast in a new musical workshop that's going to start rehearsing in about six days.

Goodbye, 2008. You almost gave us all a heart attack. At least we can say it wasn't boring!

**Edit: my list CONTINUES.

17. I recorded the theme song to two different cartoon shows. That was cute.
18. I went to an anime convention as a paid guest... and ate more Pocky than I knew what to do with.
19. Si, I did become a New Yawka. I'm such a Yank in the South.
20. I got an iPhone and have somehow managed to not drop, lose, or otherwise destroy it.
21. I got super lost in the Metropolitan Museum, and it rocked. I was totally star-struck by Van Gogh and O'Keefe and stuff.

Merry Christmas to all, and a happy new year.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Christmas with parents who have a small house so they can afford fun things :D

A rice cooker cookbook : )
A blue sock monkey
A cheesy little keyboard
A hella nice, long, purple winter coat
Sushi pajamas & designer pajamas
The Poisonwood Bible & A philosophy book by the Dalai Lama
Scrabble: Diamond Edition : )

I am a happy, happy girl.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Blackberry summer to
warm bagel winter,
coffee black as the sky at five
(have I become so typical?)
Covering, covered.
Performance not guaranteed.
Is it ever?
At least I've found footing,
a sort of temporary zen.
I'll have it in January.
A home all to myself for a month,
working a show all day
and living in peaceful solitude at night.
Perhaps then I'll find
whatever it is I need
to write a play, a screenplay,
a song or a story.
I have so many ideas
and they get shoved away;
the same way my healthful diet does
when I get around a box of turtles.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

On a happier note

This is Ralph Wellington, the happiest turtle in the world.

Turtles are so damn awesome. I would love to rescue a pet turtle. My photography professor did; he says they rock.

Oh, and I can't go to Upside Down Dogs .com without breaking at least a little smile.

Bits n' Pieces

Hello. My name is Kate, and I don't really have many friends here.

Not on weekends, anyways.

I know, I know, I should be out socializing. But for some reason it's very hard for me. I see all my friends from high school-- those lovable bastards, so clever and fun to be around-- hanging out with these awesome little groups, taking pictures and doing silly things, and it makes me feel so damn lonesome.

So, that's really all it is. I couldn't tell you why it's hard for me to make friends. I'll stop complaining.

I'll just look forward to my 8-hour daily rehearsals for Darling this January. I'll still be somewhat alone but at least I'll be busy enough to not think about it.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

All Hail Prince William / My journey to the Met / Christmas in New York

Part one: Prince William has balls

My heart goes out to two people right now: One is my roommate Aude, who's in the bathroom with a violent nosebleed. I'm not talking drippy annoying kleenex nosebleed, and not even tampon-up-the-nose nosebleed. This is like Niagara Falls nosebleed, like Brain Exploding nosebleed. One of the RAs came and helped, and now she's still in the bathroom... she said she's okay, but I still feel bad. She says she'll be fine though. Nicole and I are staying nearby to help anyway. Poor thing.

The other person is my boyfriend, the gallant actor. Now, I know he is always 100% devoted to any role he takes on, which I love him for, but I admire his most recent example of theatrical devotion even more. He woke up yesterday morning, day of his opening night for the Pinnochio Commedia, with a violent stomach flu / possible food poisoning. After finding it impossible to cancel or call off the show in any way, he continued to go on to his performance while the noble crew armed themselves with two puke buckets backstage in the wings. (I feel bad for puke-cleaning crew members too.) Then he nearly passed out in one of the scenes and somehow regained himself. Somehow, he managed to pull off the show so well that apparently no one noticed (say people who were able to see the show; I unfortunately am 1,257 miles away and didn't see it). So, this week's props to go Will, who managed to keep the show going under horrible sick circumstances, which takes balls. Most of the most famous Broadway actors have had to do the same thing at some point in their careers, with the buckets offstage and all. A gross pukey stomach flu requires much more of a talented feat than going onstage with laringitis, which crippled my voice during Annie (sucked for the audience more than me, as I wasn't puking or anything!)

Part two: My crazy ass day yesterday

Half of my photography/sociology class yesterday was held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. This is the most amazing building I have ever been inside. I only saw 1/10000th of the entire building, as our assignment was to view one particular photography exhibit. Afterwards I saw only the first room of their modern art collection, and viewed one room in the Renoir hall. FUCKING RENOIR! This museum has so many damn FAMOUS paintings! Oh my god! The modern part looked really cool, and I desperately wanted to get lost in those enormous, maze-like rooms with Picasso and Monet and Renoir. Unfortunately, I had to leave because I was meeting my friends after class to go see the Rockefeller tree lighting.

Part three: I don't like millions of people enough to care about the tree this much

I met up with Ash, Justin, Karla, and their friend Isabel so we could all go see the famous Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting. I was wholeheartedly excited just about the tree, but I soon learned, much to my chagrin, that there would be performances by people like Britney Spears, Kristen Chenoweth, those pussy Jonas Brothers, and Miley Cyrus or something like that, (BLECH) this worried me, and I wondered if it would be too crowded to see the tree because of all the stupid people who just wanted a free concert.

Long story short: We huddled in disgustingly packed masses like frustrated sardines for an hour or so, shuffling along in wrong directions more than once, and managing a glance at the tree as we walked by to where the cops were herding the thousands of people there. We were surrounded so closely by tourists at every angle, and there were freaking BUILDINGS in the way, so we could not see 30 Rock at all. Then I got scared of a terrorist attack (screw me, I know) and everyone else was mad that it was so crowded we couldn't see a thing. Never fear, we made our own fun. We ended up going to Pinkberry and a famous little pizza joint in Little Italy. Great times.

Part four: I am really sick of European tourists


Also, that part didn't really have anything to do with yeserday, it's just in general.


And now, since I have nothing further to say at the moment, I shall give you a happy-inducing picture for your viewing pleasure. I hope it makes your day at least 1/100th better.

Peace out.


Sunday, November 30, 2008


Hello all, and I hope you had a delicious Thanksgiving. Currently I'm decorating bits of the house and eating Lucky Charms while the Sopranos is playing on TV. It's a fairly nice way to start to end a lovely break. Except we are so late in decorating! Will's apartment is decorated before ours, complete with a Dallas Cowboys themed tree.

(Also, be jealous, my boyfriend cooks delicious meals like Pad Thai for me, even honoring my pseudo-pescatarian diet*)

I'll be happy to head back to the city, and according to my iphone, they're getting a good bit of snow soon.

If I've seemed too happy in blogs lately, it's only because I try to sound really optimistic in my blogs, thinking the optimism will bleed into the rest of my life. At any rate, yes, seeing my friends and family is great, but not without its share of pissing-everyone-off- times. My mom and I got into the biggest screaming fest over-- what? an art project. We were finishing Will's commedia mask and I wanted to paint the mask while it was still on the positive sculpture of will's face shape because I was worried about the sides being too weak to support itself, and she said it was sturdy enough and that we needed to paint the edges more importantly, so we started yelling and she used the whole "I know better, I'm a professional artist" deal and I said I was trying to protect the mask from breaking and yadda yadda yadda...

Hot flashes must suck. One minute she's fine and then the next she's fanning herself and snapping at everyone. Five minutes later she's jolly again.

Sighhhh. I've been in a serious painting thing lately. It's weird.

Well, au revoir, I am disgusted by this blog post because it has no basic topic or story arc. Writing fail.

Will post something good later on in the week.

*My diet began as a pescatarian diet (no meat except for fish and seafood) but has now transisted into a diet I call the Intelligence Diet: I don't eat things based on how smart they are. For example, eating a whale, dolphin or monkey would be absolute cannibalism; fish are fine, and chickens are allowable sometimes. No cow or pig, because they're smart, especially pigs.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

"Home" vs. "Back Home"

The holidays make me so damn happy.

This weekend I'm getting a lot of homework done before Thanksgiving break. I have two photography projects due Wednesday and an acting scene to completely memorize for Monday. Fortunately then I get to head back home to get totally immersed in the Christmas spirit before heading back to the ci-tayy.

Jen said that soon New York would become "home" whereas Texas would become "back home". Back home implies the life you left, the prairie before the big city. It makes a lot of sense. Right now I thoroughly enjoy both lives, as they both have such good aspects... I wish I could combine the two in some way!

That is all today. It is a frozen, frozen day-- not like yesterday's "cold", which was crisp, dry and autumn-y, no. Today's cold is a moist cold that soaks into your skin, seeping through even your thickest jeans where it stays clinging to your bones all day. The only cure is blankets and hot tea in a radiator heated dorm room. Ahh. I wish I had one of my fat fuzzy dogs from back home to cuddle up with! I miss dogs terribly.

Well, that's all I have for today. Have a wonderful chilly day...

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I am grateful

I have many things to be thankful for. I'm going to list them because that is a healthy and happy-inducing thing to do.

My waist. I do very little to keep it in shape and yet it remains as if my internal organs keep far away from it.

I got cast in the musical reading of Darling, the coked out Peter Pan with male prostitutes and drugs and stuff. I'm understudying the lead and in the ensemble. I will spend all of January (half my winter break) up here rehearsing every day, which is damn cool.

I have a fantastic family who will cook delicious foods for me and teach me how to cook myself.

I have a wonderful and handsome boyfriend who is totally supportive of me working up here in the city.

I have awesome badass best friends who I miss deeply while they're at their respective southern colleges.

And, I have the coolest class in the world with two cool professors named Roger, which I am going to right now. We're going to take pictures outside today because it is a beautiful 30° day. Bye!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Pumkin' cookin

Thanksgiving break is just around the corner, and I'm starting to develop new interests.

New interest number one: cooking!

I suddenly got the desire to cook by going through Allison's blog and finding Fat Free Vegan Kitchen. I was immediately intrigued by all of the beautiful photographs of delicious looking food, apparently healthy, with lots of seasonal recipes involving pumpkins. Now, I'm not a vegan myself, but pumpkin is probably my favorite food ingredient of all time. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin pie, pumpkin ice cream... needless to say, the blog is now one of my favorites, and even if I don't cook everything she makes, anyone would enjoy looking at the remarkable food she makes.

I'm not a vegan, but for a very long time I was a Pescatarian (vegetarian with the exception of seafood, because sushi is my favorite). Then when I came to college I ate some chicken the first week, and sort of thought my vegetarianism was through. Now I want to go back and try again, and hopefully cook more too.

Oh yeah, the cooking part. I was sick of the cafeteria yesterday so I bought some frozen stir-fry vegetables and cooked 'em (so cheap!) for a delicious and relatively healthy meal. Cooking is healthy, so I want to get into that. Yeah. Well, I mean I have to get good at it; in the past I could have burned a PB&J if I got the chance.

And then maybe one day, I will try my hand at a vegan (when I can afford all the groceries). I can't wait to cook delicious pumpkin things for myself.

Sidebar: Funny idea. What if I made a cooking show? It would be called Spazz in the Kitchen, or something like that, and instead of one of those food network shows where everything comes out looking perfect like a magazine picture, I'd make REAL looking food like how I'd make it: all ugly and wonky, and stuff would happen like it REALLY happens when I cook, like things catching fire and me burning myself or spilling things everywhere. (No? Not a good show idea? Meh... it'd be humorous, at least.)

Monday, November 10, 2008

We don't look up

We rush, we walk, we look ahead or at the ground.
Far too rarely do people look up and realize:
look at where I am!
Look at what we can do!
But we're caught up in the current,
and no one ever looks up.
They never look up, so they never see the sun.
They never notice the sun
or the tall buildings reflecting it.
That's why the neighborhood looks gloomy.
The buildings catch all the sunlight,
reflecting it back and forth
but never letting it reach the ground.
We have to go up to see sunlight;
up on a roof or uptown.

Look for the sunlight, because otherwise it won't exist.
That's what I've taken upon myself.
I've had to learn to listen to people--
I mean really listen--
to find what they're about and let them in.
I figure maybe if I let enough people in
one of them will go look for sunlight with me.

I clean my face meticulously.
I try to take pride in my nails-- what sad remnants of them exist, anyway.
I protect my two un-losable items... iphone, wallet.
I love the subways.
(Is that weird?)
I love them.
I have strange, beautiful, sad dreams that wake me late in the morning
leaving strange thoughts, like how great being married with two newborn twin boys would be.
And then I say, "What?!" and wake up and shake the thoughts and carry on with the morning.
My life is odd-- busy and not.
Definitely not busy enough,
and desperately trying to look for all my shortcomings.
I'll see some sun eventually,
but it might be a dreary winter beforehand.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Web Ads are getting out of hand... really

We're bombarded with all of those stupid flashing smiley ads, or ads for Proactiv, or ads that yell "Congratulations, you have been selected to win two free ipod nanos!" or some shit like that. Most often, it's either those "WHAT'S YOUR SCORE ON THE DUMB TEST?" or "LOSE FIFTY MILLION POUNDS IN FIVE MINUTES" And today I'm going to talk about the latter.

This is the single funniest ad, to me, and strangest....

Okay, so you can go from FAT BLACK WOMAN TO FAT WHITE WOMAN!!! Don't bother losing weight, but your skin turns lighter.

If that after shot is considered "fab", I'm a little disappointed with the world.

Seriously, is anyone even LOOKING at these before they send them off with a URL, or are they going for comedic relief?

Friday, November 7, 2008


Schoolingness... and stuff... added a Film-Literature minor. That's just one minor, Film and Literature together. Which is awesome, and immediately solves my dilemma of film vs. English minor.

The city does sleep sometimes.

I'll figure out what I mean by that and tell you later.


Books, classes, screenwriting, dancing, letter writing, checking mailbox, laundry, phone bills, recycling all these damn water bottles around my place, cleaning my place, groceries, hanging out with Ashley down the hall, registering for next semester, trying awkwardly to figure out what all the other theater majors are doing and try to find those "safe" people and hang out with them... maybe.

But mostly, dream about that awesome day when Will comes to visit me in December and plan everything we could possibly fit into one long weekend.

And that's what I do with my days.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I support gay marriage!

I support gay adoption!

I think they are biologically natural now because the world is too populated and they can adopt all the babies straight people keep making!'s an idea.

Fuck these prejudiced propositions. Let the people be.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A wonderful moment

Today was a really good day, I think (besides a quick scare where I left my notebook in the cafeteria with my five page paper in it, and once I realized this class was in ten minutes-- but it's okay because the professors are always fifteen minutes late anyway) and was truly just another temperate, rainy Wednesday in New York. My favorite class is on Wednesdays, Urban Social Photography. I got into the class as a mistake, really-- I originally wanted to be enrolled in East Asian Studies but was placed in the sociology/photography course instead. Eventually, after hearing about many of my theater friends in the East Asian studies class who had mountains of paperwork due each time, and enjoying every sociology class more and more each time, I came to understand this happenstance as a sort of divine intervention. My professors, two handsome middle-aged scholars both with small beards and glasses (and both named Roger, incidentally; one is a sociologist and one a photographer) are amazing and seem to love every student.

Anyway, the classroom is on the fifteenth floor, and has huge windows facing uptown and what I think might be the Empire State building, far away. The windows are usually cracked open about a foot or so on nice days so we can enjoy the breeze as we watch photography slides or engage in a sociological discussion. There is a platform outside the window which I believe to be the roof- or at least, I call it the roof; it's a space with walking room and a ledge outside these windows. And I've always, always, had the desire to climb out one of those classroom windows and stand on the roof.

Anyway, today, I did. It was a rainy day so there was a pool of water accumulated directly beneath the windowsill, but once I stepped over that there was plenty of room to walk around and take in the marvelous city skyline. I did this twice, actually; once before the professors walked in the room and once after class was over.

Once almost all the other students had filed out to catch the elevator, I told Roger (the photographer) I was going onto the roof again, and after a pause (I had already swung everything except a leg outside) he said, "You know, I wanna see what that looks like too." So he clambered out after me, and remarked on how fifteen stories isn't actually that great of a height, but I didn't care, I just wanted to take some cool pictures of the city from a semi-high rooftop.

Peace and love ;)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I am a sheet of blotting paper
Lightly pressed against the page
you've written on
Absorbing the drops you left there.

...A Taiwanese poem. I'm researching Taiwan for this five page paper I'm supposed to be working on. Instead I'm nervously following the election and nearly tearing my hair out. I'm so scared. I need to find zen.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Pics with my new camera (part one)

Oh and uh... here's a sumsin sumsin I photoshopped the hell out of because mum said it'd make a good profile picture (initially, before I went to town on it and put in a new background and... well, etc)

Good night and good luck !

Monday, October 27, 2008

Friday, October 24, 2008

Does being at home on a Friday night constitute you being a hermit? I don't want to be a hermit. I had a great day exploring Brooklyn and Coney Isand and the NY aquarium with an old friend at NYU. Staying in on a Friday night doesn't mean I'm a complete failure... does it?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Yearning for the Holidays

"Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft."

I don't know if she made it up or if it's from a legitimate outside source, but if she didn't write it herself to directly apply to me and my boy, it's just spooky. At any rate, I like the quote!

Anyway, I want to talk about HOLIDAYS because of how happy they make me.

OCTOBER is a ridiculously exciting month, mostly because of the anticipation for upcoming THANKSGIVING. But then I really like Thanksgiving because it's the beginning of the season for Christmas, which is my absolute favorite time of year.

Note to self: Make blog in future (closer to Christmas) about how everyone should enjoy the season and not find it stressful at all.

I am so happy with the new chilly weather here. I went to Canal Street today in a guilty pleasure of outdoor shopping and haggling (one of the very few instances I truly enjoy a shopping trip) and got a Christmas present for my mum (I know it's early; just one!) and a vair vair cute bag for me. (It's small. Give me a break.)

K, that's it for now.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Doublethink ungood

Once in a while you get one of those books that you finish and you close the cover and look at it and go, "Fuck. It's over." And then you have to think about everything you just took in for a really, really long time.

Yes, fine, you may have read 1984 in middle school or your boring sophomore year English class. But I have only moments ago finished the story, the appendix, and the afterword.

Dystopian novels are my favorite kind, without question, but never before has a book really scared, or depressed, me as much as 1984. I think I gained a lot more reading it now, at this point in my life, than I would have being forced to skim through chapter after chapter by a classroom reading syllabus. I appreciate it. I fucking loved it. I love Orwell, without a doubt. I recently downloaded Animal Farm onto my iPhone and I have read it over at least twice since last week. But I veer from the point. 1984 is sad and provoking.

I think there was something in the appendix, though, that mentioned a sort of... new renaissance. It was just a passing thought, maybe just a hypothetical reference, but I think we're going to have one. Another renaissance, where people look back at their heartless and shallow lives and maybe some extremists out there become philosophers and we have a breakthrough in arts and culture and poetry and philosophy and everyone comes up with great new ideas about how people are supposed to live to be able to grasp their full potential as loving, living, human beings. And maybe then the militaries worldwide will downsize and people will start to think differently. Or maybe not.

But I don't want my world to become a dystopia.
I don't want to be taken over by the eye of a church-government
I don't want to love Big Brother
I don't want to come from a test tube and take happy-drugs
No, I don't want to live in a world where people can't be people.

The one we have right now is... all right. It could be a million times better but it's going one way or another. I'm not sure which.

But as for now, in a facebook chat message I just sent to my mom, "I just read 1984 and I need to be reminded that the world is still okay."

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I hope everyone knows my last entry was pro-Obama, and that my grandma's rants are solely for amusement (to keep from total depression due to the amount of right winged hillbillies in the nation)

Real entry coming. Been busy, been sick. You know how it goes.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Plane tickets = $50 jetnet fee

BG cappuccino = $3.75

Sickness on the last few days = a world of pain

Egging on your right-winged grandma on who you're voting for just to be able to hear her rant about Obama being an "Ay-rab" = priceless

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

I felt something today

...on the cab, leaving Manhattan.

A kind of tugging.

And intense sadness.

I was so sad to leave the city. I didn't even know I could become attatched to it so quickly (everyone grows tired of the city noise, the bustle, the crazies, the smog, the car dodging...) but as I sat there and watched the skyscrapers grow smaller in the cab window, I felt almost homesick already. It was so, so bizarre.

Of course I knew I was happy to visit home, and I am. I love everyone here, they are wonderful. But as for simple location, even when I'm lonely, I love my city, and school.


Sunday, October 5, 2008

Excerpt from a recent journal entry

Why do you seem so sad, so angry, so distant? You say you are sick of living like this. In a way. But see, I love living.

A thousand miles away in every sense.

We cannot help the way we live, I think. Inevitably, too many things must be determined for us. I cannot cast away my education, my earnings, my goals and ambitions; what I can do is stand beside you, support you, give you love and anything else you need- in return, please be happy. Be thankful. You have so much in what matters- people who love you. A community. A family to fall back on for help. Youth. The entire world to explore. So let's explore it.

I've eaten too many Swedish Fish.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Food I will consume upon my first visit home from college

Food I will consume upon my first visit home from college:

A chocolate chip waffle from Waffle House

A cappuccino from Buon Giorno

Dad's pancakes / pasta / anything else

All the bread that comes to the table at Italianni's

Grandmom's fried bread / pumpkin soup / cracker cookies / pretzel jello / anything else

Any other foods that are genuinely good and not from a shitty college cafeteria.

My cup runneth over...

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I was lying in bed late last night and I wondered what it is that keeps me going, wanting to pursue this business and be successful.

Then I remembered Honk! my freshman year, and all of the feelings that came with playing Ida in that show.

It was a dumb junior production, sure. But it was, for some unspeakable reason, arguably the most rewarding show I have ever been a part of.

I will write a long entry as to why and explain myself thoroughly upon revisiting this entry, deleting it, and beginning anew, as I am probably not wording myself correctly now seeing as how tired I am. But now it is late, and I am a tired little fish, and I must get to bed. But tomorrow, or perhaps this weekend, I will wax on that one show (and a good many others too, I'm sure!) that I have to keep remembering through this college experience to remind me why I love doing this so much.


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

...Girl Card?

It's harder to type, and they feel a little weird, but I am pretty proud of myself for going out and getting nails...

...three dollar stick-on nails from Duane Reade!

When I was putting them on I felt almost chio. I'm just not used to it I guess.

Hehe. I feel girly. It's strange.

Just a mini update!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

And Tango Makes Three

I may be wrong or ignorant in saying this, but maybe, sometimes, the world gets a little smarter every day. Actually, what could happen is the big balance of ignorance/intelligence shifts places, but still.

I stumbled upon a list of "banned books" in schools, and of course found the classic "controversial" children's book, And Tango Makes Three. It's about the true story of these two penguins at the Central Park zoo who take care of a baby. And they're both dude penguins. They don't have gay penguin sex or go to zoo gay pride parades, they just take care of a little baby penguin. And of course people have to get pissed off about that.

So I go to the amazon web site for this book looking for a good debate in the comments from lots of ignorant people, but when I get there, I'm shocked to find there aren't really many anti-gay comments at all. Most of them are saying how the book is charming and says a lot about love and acceptance, with many of those same comments stating how people need to stop being ignorant (and of COURSE there are a couple of those "God hates gay penguins!" comments, which are immediately contested :] )

So, good job, 70% of parents. I bet you're all from New York.

That's one thing I REALLY love about living here. Everyone is so loving of the gay community. Not like in Texas, where everyone is "I don't agree with that lifestyle! Insert man-written bible verse maybe stated one time in the whole damn book where I ignore all the parts about love and acceptance! Rararar!"

Monday, September 29, 2008

If you're feeling down...

Licky Pug Screen Cleaner

Eventually I'll go to acting class

In this girl's dream, she said me and him came "home," but that home is only hers, not ours.

My home is New York now.

What is home exactly? In Garden State they say everyone remembers the moment they really grow up-- the exact moment you realize where you grew up is not your home anymore.

This is not applicable to me just yet. I must correct my previous statement, because, really, my home is still in Texas with my family, as I am financially dependent on them, and close to many of my friends, and my boyfriend, and also some sheep and some cousin-ly neighbors I've known since birth. This is still my home, although I do not really live there all the time anymore. I have two homes. One is for family and one is for my career.

My career, or at least my current chosen career path, requires that I live in this fantastic city. I have not discovered everything about this place, and I learn more every day, and I am certainly not ready to leave yet.

But of course, I won't live here forever. I will try my hand at this business and then hopefully move out of the country for a while; perhaps as a nomad, perhaps settling down on some pastoral setting or village or something. And then, perhaps, I may try my hand at the other coast. I cannot rule out anywhere I haven't been. The answer is simply to roll along with the punches, work hard as an actor, travel on the outside, and see where I'd be happiest.

So, certainly, I may end up on either coast. I may end up in Canada or Mexico. I may end up in Tokyo. Or Belgium. Or a small English village. Or Tazmania.

But goodness knows I'm not going to stay in one place for too long; the world is too damn big for that.

So I won't rule out your crazy thoughts just yet, crazy girl. Not just yet.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Saturday, September 27, 2008


It's a Saturday night, and I am sitting in my chilly little room with Chinese leftovers and some chai tea, reading and writing letters and generally hanging out after a long and unusual day (which included getting typed out at an open call early in the morning and later wandering lower Manhattan in search of coffee.) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is on right now, which is a great movie, but before this I had seen a Discovery Channel documentary about this tsunami that's eventually going to destroy the east coast of the US.

(How the Tsunami is Going To Wreak Havoc: A Story Kate-ified)
In a couple of decades, a chunk of La Palma, part of the Canary Islands near Northern Africa, is going to essentially fall off in a gigantic landslide after a nearby volcano erupts. Typically tsunami waves are created by underwater earthquakes and shit, but when it's a landslide that goes into the ocean, the ocean's like, well fuck, and then it's a giant wave, like ten times bigger than one made by an earthquake. Ok, so when the part of the island falls off, or whatever, it slides in the water and makes a giant wave, and then the wave travels, and it gets bigger and bigger, and spreads out to the size of the Eastern coastline. Then, it will gain momentum until it makes this wall of water 100 meters tall traveling at 800 km/hr. Whee! That's damn big and fast. Then it will hit the coastline and basically wipe out every city on the East of the US ten miles in.

SO, after this happens, hopefully everyone will have been evacuated (or we will have the technology to do something about it; this won't happen for at least fifty years or so) and then all the big cities over here will be destroyed. With the destruction of New York, there will no longer be bagels, live theater as a career choice, or a great number of homeless people. With no Boston, there will no longer be delicious cream pie. And with no Miami FL, there will be a great loss of land for old people, pink flamingoes, and the gay community.

So then everyone will have to move inward to Chicago, I guess, or Texas, or California. But if another tsunami hits the West coast (proof that God is, indeed, tired of this country's existence) then that choice is out. Anyway, then I guess everyone will pack into the middle of the country, or move to Canada. Nothing ever happens to Canada except a lot of snow.

So, if a mega tsunami hits us, I guess we'll all be in a sticky wicket. I guess we should come to terms with our morTality as soon as possible.

1. We are all going to die.
2. We may as well have fun while we're here.
3. This does not mean be a dumbass.

Thank you, and have a good day.

Oh, and I get to be an audience member in The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Be jealous.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I want to write

I want to write marvelous stories and compose beautiful songs and create amazing things that people will love.

Idea no. 1- The Skapera

If Reel Big Fish, Streetlight Manifesto, and a handful of other bands seem up to the idea of putting their songs in a musical, this is my first big idea. Ska + Opera = Skapera. It's a semi- autobiographical rock musical entirely with ska music.

Idea no. 2- The trippy/fantasy novel/movie with all my dreams

One day I decided to go back to my very first old blog in which I documented all my crazy tripped-out dreams and put them all together in a kind of haphazard plot that ended up being one weird piece of something. The storyline goes roughly like this:

A girl named Ai lives in a peaceful little town until a giant flood comes to the earth and everyone lives on the roof of her school. She departs in a little handicraft boat until she comes to an island, whereupon she meets a bird named Lysander and a dog named Demetrius. They inform her that the barrier between these two obscure universes has broken, so she's like, "ok, that's pretty sweet." Anyway, someone tries to kidnap her with a kite, and there are elephants in Victorian clothes, and a dome city, and eventually Ai ends up on a pirate ship with a bunch of Japanese singing female pirates who race with a ship full of dude pirates. Needless to say, I'm a badass.

Idea no. 3- A play about a bunch of people and their religion

Because everyone loves a bit of thought-provoking controversy in a show. It'll cover a whole lotta shit.

Idea no 4- there is no idea number 4. Not yet, anyway. There are rough ideas, but nothing solid.

Singing Japanese lady-pirates kick ass.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

It's getting colder!...


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Iambic Pentameter!!

Without despair, to play no role of worth,
just happy solitude upon her face
she digs and hides her failures in the earth,
behind a terrifying stance of grace.

She is the artist, born into a world
of dreams, but ever hard to feed and grow;
so train, must she, and have her life unfurled
In nothing planned, expecting naught to know.

In happenstance, her art is not a game
but something of a sport, complete with win
and loss, and oft' it leads to shame;
Enduring menace, patience from within.

Her art is oft' a dragon, made with horns
and claws that terrify the new and young,
and yet this dragon hungers, so forlorn,
and must consume a million on his tongue.

So who will feed the dragon? Let it be
the ones who win the game to feel his breath,
not let him sicken and become the sea.
Yes, there are those who feed him, free from death.

And so it goes, this madd'ning game of luck,
This art lives on through those who give a fuck!

...Ok, the dragon thing came from a quote from Jen's husband Harlan. He said the industry is a dragon that has to eat a lot, meaning everyone has a decent chance at work. I'm not into dragons, really, I just liked the idea of it being hungry...

Monday, September 22, 2008

I'm eating cookie dough

In the style of my favorite Singaporean blogger Xiaxue,


Why does my building not have one single oven in it??!??!

I only want to make cookies! I went to every single kitchen-- penthouse, 2nd floor, basement- no oven. They've replaced them all with microwaves, it seems. What the hell?!

If they took the ovens out because they think it is a fire hazard, they should consider the fact that there is a much bigger fire threat in straightening irons and blow dryers, which there must be at least two of in every room. Now, I am eating cookie dough. They would be real cookies if only our building wasn't a big ol' bitch.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Saturday, September 20, 2008


My roommate Nicole just got back from her cousin's wedding in Brooklyn and brought back this huge bouquet of assorted flowers she swiped from one of the tables. This thing is beautiful, and definitely makes the dorm a much happier looking place...

That being said, I would like to wax a little on the subject of weddings, namely my own- NOT that I am getting married anytime soon, goodness no, but because I am a female and that is what females do. We think about weddings. Anyway, I've always known I wanted a smaller scale sort of wedding (provided I ever actually do get married) without too many expenses or crazy things like that. But lately I thought to myself, I don't really want a typical American wedding, on account of the fact that I hate a lot of things American as it is. No, I want an Indian wedding. (Are white people allowed to have other cultures' weddings? Someone should check up on that before I label myself a toolbag unintentionally)

This means, essentially, I would want a dress like this

Because, really, how frickin sweet would this look? Or maybe a little more like the one in Bend it Like Beckham, with the midriff showing and all, but definitely the bold and lovely colors of this Saree...

And as for a wedding cake, I'll probably make it myself. Red velvet or something. Or maybe just platters of cupcakes ;-) just to live up to my namesake...

Have a wonderful day everyone! I'm out. Gonna go read Breakfast of Champions until I pass out (which is not as good as Cat's Cradle thus far) ...'night!

Good morning!

Actually, it isn't morning. It's late afternoon. Actually, come to think of it, it's past late afternoon and is now early evening. (Hm, off to a great start, aren't I?)

I've begun a secret blog to document my crazy adventures here in the center of the universe, New York. This will be about everything- things that I find amusing, things I find beautiful or interesting (or at least of some intellectual merit) and things I dream about and hope to accomplish.

Today I had a callback for the school's musical, which surprisingly (and unfortunately) was heavy on the dance. I hobbled through with my semi-healed-halfway-sprained ankle and afterwards went on a journey to get some coffee in my neighborhood that ISN'T Starbucks. (Boo, Starbucks. You suck balls.) I was successful, and my cappucino was tasty.