there was this


and there was this


and then this happened


& this is me about to drive a very, very large truck. can you see the fear?

i love gordon peterson

this is what my head feels like:


so you may be asking, then why are you awake katie? that would be because of my neighbors dog, a border collie named abby. abby has a bark so shrill, so blood curdling that trying to sleep when your window is down and it's standing outside is impossible. it is physically impossible to sleep when your ears are bleeding.

on top of abby who i want to kill, i also want to kill my head for getting me so sick. i am getting very irrationally angry at this cold. i am graduating from college. i worked very, very hard to do so. i want to go out and sit with my friends. instead, the highlight of my week has been getting through my day so i can take my NyQuil and go to bed. sad, eh?

Countdown to the REAL WORLD: t-13 days. During an average day, I spend about 85 minutes talking to someone about my "plans for the future." Seeing as I have no plans for the future, it is sufficient to say that 84 of those moments are spent by the other person lecturing me about how THEY felt graduating from college. You want to know how I feel? I am not excited. I am not ready. I don't have a job. So stop asking me, asshole.

I haven't really taken any pictures I feel I can share with the rest of the world so I am going back to an old stand by:


Every year since I was born my entire family goes down to the Jersey Shore for a month. It's usually spent consuming mass quantities of food, alcohol, aloe vera and is marked by an over-exposure to card games, CELEBRITIES and Boggle. My cousins and I (there are 8ish of us) always go to the "rides" aka the Ocean City, NJ board walk. Ever since I could drive it has been my responsibility to take them while our parents get sloshed and get into extremely loud political arguments (Summer 04 was particularly rough). But within the confines of my family history lies a story so legendary that is only brought about once in a great while. My cousin Chrissy and my brother Tom were quite young the first time they ventured into the House of Glass (it's like a House of Mirrors). Alone, except only for each other, they traveled deep into the bowels of the amusement while the rest of us stood outside. We watched as they walked farther and farther and got more and more confused as to how to get out. Suddenly, they panicked. Tommy turned around too quickly and ran smack into a clear, plexiglass door causing his nose to spurt blood all over my cousin. They both started crying. The 16 year old kid who was hired to man the House and quite possibly hated his life because of it was summoned. He ran in and dragged them out. Everyone was to busy tending to Tommy, making sure his nose wasn't broken to notice that Chrissy's hands were clenched in front of her pants hiding the fact that at 13 she had gotten lost in the House of Glass, cried AND peed her pants. Last summer, she finally got up the courage to go back 4 years later.

annie gave the bartender a 5 dollar tip.

things i don't like:
1. john basedow
2. playing billiards in public
3. refering to pool as billiards
4. my next door neighbors border collie

last night annie, pat and i went to madam's organ to have a beer which turned into pat signing us up to play pool. despite having a pool table growing up and friends who had pool tables and a general overexposure to all things pool-ey, you would think i would be excellent. i am not. at all. so, warning my partner and everyone at the table, i began my quick descent into embarassmenthood. point of the story: don't make me play pool, you will regret it.

it looks like we are discussing our strategy, we were actually just pointing out that our opponent had on girls jeans:

friday was spent partying at the cloisters where this happened to my beer:

last night i saw the impossibly wonderful michelle.

we had dinner at thai tanic.
this was my plate:

isn't that the craziest thing you've ever seen on a plate? it was almost too crazy to eat. but i did and i was delicious.



it is a common misunderstanding that their is no Catholic University in America, let alone in washington, dc. i assure you, there is. you know that little stop on the red line that is called Brookland/CUA? yeah... that CUA stands for Catholic University of America. whenever someone asks me where i go to school i always hestitate because without a doubt i will get one of these two answers:
1. Oh... are you like really Catholic?
or
2. Oh... where is that?

to which i usually reply:
uh, no
and
uh, by that big blue church in Northeast.

anyway, recap:
last weekend i was in new york with my brother. we stopped by times square and decided to watch this ridiculous guy singing and dancing. you could tell that he was probably musical theatre star of his high school, probably went to nyu, probably was in the chorus in some random broadway show in 1983 and now sits in the center of times square, whoring himself out to the tourists by singing lame show tunes and dancing periodically. it was sad, very very sad.

these are a few of my favorite things

oh god it's wednesday, i have a paper due in 6 hours and i am sitting in my pajamas watching tv. i love my life. i think i might go get a burrito.
after work yesterday i met up with some fab ladies for a happy hour which, as most do, turned into a happy 3 hour(s) which turned into... let's go sit on my roof. it also happens to be pat's birthday so i made (actually mrs. field's made) this:

so i know i said i would update this but my internet has been down. and it's not like anyone reads it anyway so... my favorite pictures from the last week. first off, my dear friend james is back in town. it has been the most beautiful few days i can ever remember, the cherry blossoms are out, i spent a beautiful night on the roof of the reef and now i am sitting on my front porch after catching up with an old friend (and seeing the DCMP take a deposition). it's a wonderful time to be alive. i also saw lance armstrong at the arctic monkey's show.
this is after brian chugged a pitcher of sierra nevada:














james doing his best small child in a fur hood impression:







at i-42 they have a strict beer bong policy: if you don't hit a cup, you sit under the table. my beer pong partner patty didn't hit a cup and so:








pete was sitting quietly when these two renegade pong balls fell into his lap. NOTE: they have not in any way been tampered with. this was how they fell:









chris is my prettiest friend. and he LOOOOOVES q-tips. seriously. this picture was taken halfway through a twenty minute conversation about ear hygiene:





this is one of my favorite pictures:





and this is the arm bone from the board game operation that i saw on my way to starbucks when i was at work:




in honor of this weather i leave you with this:
so for now we are young
let us lay in the sun
& count every beautiful thing we can see.

friday night, annie and i met these two delightful boys. i can't remember their names but i do remember that they laughed at our jokes. boys never laugh at our jokes. ever. unfortunatley, we were due across town but i have seriously considered writing into craigslist under "missed connections". this is the picture they took of us with my camera:







hopefully they read lame blogs like this one and will track back to us. anyway, yesterday was the most beautiful day i've ever experienced. naturally, i decided to call some folks over for beer and music on the roof.













i am now sitting here, watching inked and i've decided that i want to go las vegas. NOW.

that's what we were promised about jim belushi some 25 laugh free years ago

so i am sitting in my still shit-hole of a house contemplating how it can be 81 degrees tomorrow and 31 on saturday. why why why why. i got home wednesday, took out the trash, opened a cabinet to get a new trash bag out of a cabinet and this happened:





billions and billions of tiny glass pieces AND we have no working oven. so, annie and i decided to clean it up but found that the broom would sweep the tiny glass pieces into our eyes. luckily, we were saved by mary kate olsen and used my enormous sunglasses to protect our eyes.
the rest of the week was uneventful. i drank beer at work. i went to 9:30 to see metric and ISLANDS. my new favorite band.
friday i decided to hit the reef to sit on the roof. and saturday i babysat. yes, i actually babysat. on a saturday night.
this is jacob:





and the delighful miss hailey:

los angeles i'm yours

so i returned from LA to far to much work and the realization that it will never end. i also had a harrowing moment while on myspace today that people actually can tell how often i check their pages. i am an internet junkie, i need my fix.
so LALA land... i got to caroline's on saturday only to realize that i forgot my digital camera. if i had a new years resolution this year it was take more pictures and if you have been with me in the past two months for more than 10 minutes than you know: i never forget my camera. ever. i even bring it to work on the off chance i see something picture worthy. luckily, i partied with the son of the VP of kodak so i got as many free disposal cameras as i could stuff in my alligator clutch. unluckily, i forgot that i had to PAY to get them developed. so, these will have to do.


these are the beautiful people i stayed with & or carted my ass around all week...












and this was at the end of the open bar at pussycat beach. i don't remember it being taken but i'm sure it was fun











yeah, that's it...
so now it's back to real life.

sorry kids, there are no pictures...but there will be.
and movie stars will be involved.
and by movie stars i mean kids who were in super troupers...
which is my favorite movie of all time.

it's not a tumor

to mark the return of james a bunch of us headed over to ellis island on wendesday (appropriate considering he was coming from england). the bartender and i created a great new drink which, by the end of the night and many, many drinks in the hole herself annie christaned the RAZZMA TAZZMA TINI.

i had work yesterday and decided i hate all of my work clothes.
i stole a bunch of stuff from the radio station and am currently listening to it.
i get my hair cut later.
i leave for LA tomorrow.
boo yaka.

unfortunately, when i return my partner in crime patrick will be gone and i will once again have to endure life without him.

but anyway, here are the pictures:

patrick always complains when i take pictures of him.






pat's face, pat's face, pat's face.




my dear, dapper james.



annie was sad that she had so many more beers to drink.



the rest of the pictures were ones that pat took of annie and my boobs and then one of maggie's ear.
alright bitches, i'll see you california. california. california here we commmme.

paco the dj

so i just returned from nyc (via long island) where i saw bridgette's amazing exhibit. i really enjoy having talented friends.
if you in or around lower manhattan in the next few weeks, stop by the tisch building at nyu & check it out.
unfortunately the weather was HORRIFIC. and by horrific i mean bone-chilling cold. so, in a moment of wind burn spawned weakness i decided to book a trip for:




i leave saturday. damn southwest and their 89 dollar tickets.
caroline, danny & carlo better watch out.

eighth deadly sin:

i decided to skip out of my life a little early today to enjoy a nap & some left over birthday cake. instead, i come home to 3 inches of standing urine-y, shit- filled water on my bathroom floor. five rolls of paper towels, four regular towels, two hours of my life and one trip to true value hardware later, the water is off the floor and my bathroom smells like a mixture of Fantastik and ass. lovely way to start the week off. the upside was that i finally cleaned my bathroom. the downside was that all my houseguests left yesterday.

here's a look:

don't judge, we're all very busy at 1510. and we like to pretend we live in a crack house.

so erinfox and rachael mosied on down to the district from their respective new england homes.
in continuing with the 9 days that was my birthday, on actual february 1st, i grabbed patrick and annie and forced them to go to a pretentious, yuppy bar while i whined for an hour about how 22 sucks and i don't want to get older. they patiently obliged, biting their tongues until finally i realized i was boring myself, so i stopped and started having fun.



thursday was work as usual, but i did meet barak obama and joe lieberman. and i got to hang out in an office with a bunch of boys from washington state and annoy them as they continued to help run the country.
it was also 100 days at k's. an impossibly ridiculous tradition.

friday miss rachael and erinfox both made their respective appearances:




we hit some bars, drank some booze.
saturday was bowling.
sunday was recovery... until i went home and hung out with my family. my cousins always get me drunk.

birthday, part ONE

so i kicked off this birthday deuce deuce with a family outing to 9:30.
backstory: my mom and her cousin are the two biggest big head todd fans ever. you've never heard of big head todd? that's probably because you don't listen to or enjoy jam rock played by men who actually have pretty big heads. i don't either. but after years and years of bittersweet playing at graduations, funerals, christmas dinners, easter brunchs, i have become immune to the fact that it sort of isn't very good. but then the day comes once a year when my parents actually leave the house, stay up past their 9 o clock bedtime, drink many many 8 dollar beers and, of course, sit in their almost-vip section chairs. BIG HEAD TODD CONCERT DAY. lucky for me, this day fell the day before my birthday so naturally my present was a ticket. thanks.

this is me and my mother and the birthday chocolate croissant that sam let my mom light.




this is sam in what i think is the coolest picture i've taken in a while.

other than getting my groove on, not much has been going on. i got to drive a black expedition around capital hill all day yesterday. i could move across 3 lanes of traffic without even looking. even cabs stop for you. as soon as those bitches go hybrid, i'm all over that.

HICKS

imagine walking into your friends' apartment and seeing this:




it's called "stump". you take a picture of someone you hate, nail it to the stump and then take turns throwing the hammer up in the air and then slamming it down. last nail wins. it involves absolutley no skill but is the most fun you'll play with a hammer. and the best part was, when tricky and i were taking a smoke break, we looked over our shoulders and noticed that we could see the washington monument. we then had a twenty minute conversation about how people all over the world look at these monuments and see democracy and liberty and all that crap and they've never seen it. for us, it's just a back drop to a lot of ridiculousness.

naked dolls make me giggle

annie, patrick & i went thrifting today... on our way home, we stopped at a dollar store to try and find some dollar goodies. we didn't find much, but patrick did find this obscene dollar store doll:

sharpies and beer don't mix.

last night it was the i-42 beer pong tournament extravaganza. patrick and i made it to the semi-finals which was a great feat considering we suck and there were like 20 other teams.
after everyone left, the rest of us sat around and watched ryan adams on pbs.
it was awesome. he looks like a dirty toad. but a brilliant one.

stupid blogspot

okay, so i finally relented. after years on livejournal... i've made the move from livejournal to blogspot. some hipster somewhere just made a dollar. damn you.
well i guess i should begin by telling you something. although i don't know what.

i live in dc.
with a bunch of girls. and sometimes boys. and sometimes boyfriends. and sometimes dishwashers my roommate amanda brings home from work.
i like board games.