Sunday, October 4, 2009

Three Words.




Everybody took everything that they could and they threw the rules away.

This is dedicated to the dedicated. To the underrated hustler, college drop outs, school dance shout-outs, boys with water uzis, bitches and floozies! But most importantly, to the ones who refuse to be bothered with the anonymity annoyance, this is dedicated to you more than once:

The first breath I take in the morning is in the devotion of acting. I don't expect you to "get it" or "like it", "understand it", "to go to bed with it" or even to "support it", I just don't want you to throw it out.

Most people don't get it at all. There is rarely a time, when I state my major, that people greet it with an enthusiastic "RIGHT on!" I normally get a flat, "no way", with a look that, on behalf of myself, clearly is apologizing to me that I will be a professional waiter for the rest of my life.

It's the closest thing I have ever possessed to a knowledge of indication that someone knows they are better than me because their future offers "security". Now, I am not going to write about the bullshit of that word, possibly another time cupcake because that's not what I came here to post.

I love that I don't have to know what I want to be when I grow up because, simply, I can be anything. These interesting people I know now don't know what they want to do with the rest of their lives the most interesting people I know are 45 and still don't.

I am not going to school now for a degree or a job offer. I am going because I am killing time. I am waiting for that night that comes that I have been waiting for and suddenly my dream, isn't a dream anymore, it's reality. It's all around me like something I always knew would happen.

So you wait and you watch and you work: you don't give up.

And you can hope. But hope, to me, isn't a pixie dust laced, pink ribboned gift from above that kicks you in the crotch if you wish hard enough. Hope to me , begins in the dark, that stubborn hope that if you just fucking show up and try to do the right thing, it will come.

And it will. Maybe not in the form you pictured or the box you picked out but everything you have been working on will show up right when it is supposed to.

Or, just be so good fate can't ignore you.


Be the spark.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Have Some Fire




This is me, I was pretty thug back in 2008.

I think you should know up front that this isn't a fashion blog, these aren't "what I wore" posts and this isn't a virtual journal. I'm just a So Cal girl living the high life in San Francisco trying to get people to do what they think is right, making it look good, passing out and then waking up with morning after make-up just to do it again.

I've been though a hell of a lot these last two years, so I have some things to say. I hope you can stick around and listen. I promise I'll make you a handmade daisy crown and to be completely sincere but, after it all, I am just a bunch of flaws stitched together with good intentions.

Sequence dreams and undeniably,

-Katrina

P.S. This is me now.