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(no subject) [Apr. 19th, 2006|10:29 pm]
an ironwilled fuckup
haha i just dyed my hair like cruella devil and it looks phenomenally hilarious.
that is to say, i look like an ex-punk having a mid-life crisis.
which i kind of am! haha!
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2006|07:22 pm]
an ironwilled fuckup
i just had my first nosebleed, ever, and i feel kind of let down, because i was always jealous of my nosebleeding friends, but apparently they're really just kind of annoying and not so epic and life-changing. oh well.
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a list of things i've been meaning to say. [Mar. 6th, 2006|05:16 pm]
an ironwilled fuckup
1. Leftover Crack sent me a myspace message (maybe they do this to everyone, i do not know) and i keep remembering it and for a second feeling like a 13 year old girl at a Bush concert circa 1997, and then feeling like a 20 year old who is laughing really hard.

2. Fifteen is a totally amazing band. I really hope that i can pace myself and get into one mid-nineties legendary punk band every six months, as this will keep me really happy for a really long time. you say i'm behind the times, i say this is my plan for eternal youth. Crimpshrine, you're next, buddy.

3. i got a new bike and I love it and can't wait to ride it around without my face freezing.

3a. i just realized the window is open and i am not frozen, which makes me kind of not feel like i'm dying anymore.

4. i want to get a tattoo and i have part of it planned out, but i'm not that into my drawing style. anyone who draws me a very young sprouting seedling type thing gets considered. drawing for me is a really good investment for when i am a famous shin/calf model and you can say you knew me when, and drew that.

5. pie and burritos are what's needed to win my heart, really.
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NYC: i been robbed. [Dec. 21st, 2005|12:51 am]
an ironwilled fuckup
[mood |irateirate]

bike thieves get to go to a special part of hell, but the ones that steal my shitty conversion from a sea of spanking new treks locked with pencil-thin cable locks, on the one day that i can't just do the subway ride of shame but instead get to do the freezing cold walk of shame... fhjasdlhafjksd.

stolen from 13th street and 5th avenue in front of parsons.

anyway, so y'all can keep them peeled:
black motobecane grand jubilee, with red accents. 53cm-ish.
converted to fixed.
chopped and flipped bars with white tape. white tape that is ripped to shit around the curves because i wiped out like whoa today on a puddle of... soap?
clips and straps. 39x15.

now for the super identifiable details section:
the front wheel is out of true... i trued my first wheel today! and i did an okay job, as post-crash it was pretty terrible, and i made it better, but also worse in a way because i had to use vice grips before i got my hands on a spoke wrench (i am such a special kid, i know this now) so it's got some UNNATTURALLY stripped nipples. they look like they got chewed on.
the top tube braze-ons are filed off. the downtube braze ons.... one of them is partially filed off and the other one is still intact. i got lazy. who knew this would be an identifiable detail.
on the electrical tape front... theres a red skull on one side of the seat tube, and a red heart on the other side. theres also a strip of red tape sort of candycane striped around the top tube, because i took it off of something then wrapped it around there for a minute and forgot about it.


i feel like a bad mom for never putting it on fixed gear gallery, and i weirdly don't seem to even have any pictures of it. this one's pretty much a dead ringer though, save for the bars. http://www.fixedgeargallery.com/2004/d/sip.htm

if someone tries to sell this to you, pick it up for me, would you? or just u-lock it and the motherfucker to a no parking sign, and i'll deal with them both myself. thanks guys.

-kate
kate dot garaufis atatatatatat gmail dooooooooooot com
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it's getting hot (and wet) in hurrrr [Oct. 20th, 2005|06:17 am]
an ironwilled fuckup
so, an hour ago, we realized that not only is tonight the first night the radiators had been on in our apartment, but the livingroom one SPEWS BILLOWS OF STEAM. and it won't turn off even if you turn the thing. It is like the rainforest cafe except it still exists and with puddles collecting on the ceiling. which i'm going to mop now. i LOVE college.
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(no subject) [Oct. 6th, 2005|01:43 am]
an ironwilled fuckup
[music |world inferno friendship society - paul robeson]

i haven't touched this motherfucker in months, so it must mean i'm supposed to be writing a paper!

i am shockingly inept at school lately, which is unsurprisingly wack for someone who continues to talk so much shit about people who waste my time with bullshit at school. i keep saying i want to run away and join the circus but it's been pointed out that i haven't any circus skills, so maybe i subconsciously mean i want to run away and become a rock star. except i can't fucking run anywhere because my limbs all feel like stupid overdone noodles because i think my brain is dripping corrosive shit all over them.

this is an interesting stream-of-consciousness (i obviously don't know what that means, you see!) moment of self-discovery, because who knew i was feeling this melodramatic? i thought i was just trying to avoid writing about the Cassini-Huygens space mission. i had to look up the name of the mission i'm writing a paper on, just now. that's not the best sign. i've been sleeping a lot lately but still feeling tired, maybe i should stay up until i get that awesome paranoid twitch action going on. maybe i won't sleep tonight. i have to babysit tomorrow evening, and we all know twitching paranoid childcare is the best kind! i have really never seen a cat so obviously trying his hardest to stay awake as stuart is right now. oh stuart the cat, you are going to join me on my descent to madness.

is there anyone who reads this that is stoked to learn that i am basically BFF with daphne rubin-vega now? that's entirely untrue, but she did call me baby a bunch of times, plus we did some weird acting warmup exercises or something, weird throat noises. you see, it was a fake pep rally, and i was in the marching band, and we all drank tiny cans of champagne with juice box straws on the side. this would have been the best dream EVER, but since it was in fact some kind of reality, it was only okay.

hahahhahahaha fuck a life update.
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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2005|11:58 pm]
an ironwilled fuckup
i think mike teavee stole my identity but i mean i guess that's fine, because he knows a lot about science.
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(no subject) [Jun. 18th, 2005|02:10 am]
an ironwilled fuckup
i am pretty sure mr. and mrs. smith has everything i need in a film, or really, in a life. snark, passive agression, monogamy, explosions, sexually charged glances. also, the addition of sparxx alcoholinated energy drink couldn't have hurt.

speaking of passive agression, it appeared that we ran out of Q-tips, so after waiting like 2 days in vain for somebody else to replenish them, i went to costco and bought enough to last me my entire life. but, i came home to the little q-tip container (which we put the Q-tips from the big container into a handful at at time) with like maybe 20 Q-tips in it. but a big box nowhere to be found. this confirms the paranoid thought i had in passing, which was "i didn't think that big box was empty, i wonder if someone took it and hid it." i feel that maybe it's weird to post about this but everyone is asleep and i don't know where to turn. oh livejournal, you're the one thing less proactive than grabbing a golf club and running outside in one's underwear.
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HELLO MY YOUTH [May. 13th, 2005|10:35 am]
an ironwilled fuckup
OH MY GOD NUMBER ONE
and OH MY GOD NUMBER TWO

and apparently, this in fact IS a sign of things to come. oh my god. oh my god.
dvd release party, anyone?
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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2005|08:59 pm]
an ironwilled fuckup
so yesterday i got the mental image of my mom playing a keytar.
because she called me on the phone while she was playing the keytar.
i just thought i'd pay it forward and give that same pleasure to you fine people.
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