queen bee vs. the worker bee

Preface: No, i am not some weirdo foster the people groupie. No, i’m not some wanna be crazy audiophile that discovered foster the people x+2xyz years ago. And you know what, i don’t even own their album on itunes (cue in Spotify!). But, do not let this discourage my credibility!! (i had phoenix Way before you did, ha). First things first. HOW am i not tired of pumped up kicks? Fine, yes, i am that girl that still blares it in the car.. i know.. But, it’s not only that. Whenever im at work on my computer (umm, all day long) foster’s playin over and over and over. i have yet to grow weary. What the fuck is wrong with me?

But, here’s the thing- i’m not the only denizen that is experiencing this. It’s like a fucking foster craze in la. Everyone loves them. Bars light up when foster comes on, i might have died a little bit when i saw them at oustide lands (cue in the unexpected weezer cover-melt/cheer/dance/melt), and i find that everyone is asking themselves the same thing- how am i/we/you/they not tired of them. Have foster the people done the unthinkable- created something authentically catchy and beloved by the youth (very not PC here, justt go with it) of america? I can’t place too many that do not (at least) like them for legitimate reasons… Hehe, they just like to be anti establishment, anti mainstream, emofabulous.. Whatever. But anyways, i digress. 

Take Waste. Is it because I want to tell this guy I like to “Call it what you want?” Hmmm? #gottalovethesecretgirlfriend. TOTAL t.swift moment right there, sigh. I already threw out a minor shoutout to Foster saying how ‘that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me.’ Chee heee. Let’s keep going..’And everyday that you want to waste, you can; and everyday that you want to wake up, you can; and everyday that you want to change; i’ll help you see it through because i just really want to be with you.” How lovely is that? Honestly. No sass, no sarcasm. Honest sincerity. It’s lovely. 

Le sigh, take last night. I was at a bar and i asked the dj (wanna be dj as he did not comply with my sweet request) to play Helena Beat (they had just played some cool remix of Pumped Up Kicks (see, I don’t even know who did the remix))… I heard Helena on the radio the other day.. Soo it’s mainstream now; ergo, it can be played at some stupid bar. Clearly, i was denied (yes, there is a glimmer of hostility). I loved houdini the most before i became obsessed with this song (and yes, a few months ago, okay, before it was all over itunes). And maybe i should do my homework and figure out what exactly they’re tryna say- but art, music, literature- the beauty is that meaning is found with the beholder (aha Lord Byron, you dog!)…Aka: you (me/the listener) cannot be passive. For me this song is about all of our lives. We’ve all sipped poison (cue in t.swift moment x2), sometimes life does take us by the hand and put us down. And we all have wanted to choose to not get outta bed and just get lost in our heads. And fuck, i do that too often as is. And ya, just for the record, the video scares the shit outta me. But it’s real isn’t it..?

And what about a little shoutout to “i would do anything for you.” And no, this isn’t my love letter to monsieur foster begging him to love me. Eveeeen though he does follow one of my friends from high school on twitter (and no, he doesn’t follow me)… Haha, over it.. Maybe. But again, it’s the ideal isn’t it, for some guy to say this to you (total girly moment)- “oooh la love, i’ve fallen in love and it’s better this time than ever before… and it’s better this time than i’ve ever known.” And he doesn’t even sound like he’s a. desperado, b. tryna way too hard, c. a line. No, it’s sincere. Le sigh. 

Moving on, i love the entire album, but i’m gonna put her there for now. 

I’m willing to put some coin on it that foster the people are much more tired of themselves then we are. However, the amount of charity work they do is not only extremely appreciated, but also very inspiring. They are fostering the people- i’m proud to be a fan- this is my way of showing it. 

By the way, to those of you reading this, thank you all for your likes & follows. They mean a great deal to me. With that said, I’m gonna X out of Spotify now so they don’t think I’m completely crazy, stalker, obsessive, (insert any other synonym). Because, ya, sometimes i wanna disappear.  -kml

What a picture: President Bush and President Obama standing, side by side, at the Twin Towers Memorial. Today, we as Americans truly stand united. Take a moment to stop harassing each other over conflicting political beliefs, and bickering about whether or not Bush was right or wrong, and, plain and simple, just be thankful for our great country. Have empathy towards those that died, and for those that live amidst war and bloodshed everyday. Americans all around the world are doing things to remember 9/11/2011. From what my friends are posting on Facebook and Twitter to the Times; here’s a few posts that stood out to me that i’d like to share with you:  

Alex, “Live your life for those who 10 years ago lost their chance to. Work hard, Play hard, and Love. If not for yourself, do it for them.”/

“10 years ago today our nation was shaken by one of the worst tragedies in history. We should never forget those awful events on September 11, 2001, nor the hard work and sacrifice of the New York Fire Department and other rescue crews who risked their own lives to try and save others. Thanks the hard work of people like this, the United States is still strong!”/

President Obama, “These past 10 years have shown that America does not give in to fear”/ 

Danny is a proud American/

Yen: born American, will die American/ 

So many lives were taken ten years ago today. Take take a minute to remember all the loved ones who died or who helped save lives 09/11/2001. My heart goes out to all of you/

President Obama, from Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength”/

JFK: ‎”Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty”/

See Sam Lewis’s facebook picture/

“Thank you to all the brave men and women who ran in while everybody ran out, have fought and are still fighting. You and your families are in our hearts and our prayers. Do not ever forget”/

The Times reckoning of the decade’s costs and consequences, measured in thousands of lives, trillions of dollars and countless challenges to the human spirit…/

The Times: “…Years of grieving and war. But recall, too, the hour of human decency.”

In loving memory of the great men and women lost. We’ll be great for you. And we won’t forget you. -kml

Why is Ryan Gosling such a babe? I just saw The Ides of March. I liked it, I do think it was a bit too Hollywood for a political film, but this post is about Ryan Gosling and what he has that makes him so goddamn irresistible.  And fine, maybe I’ve been on a bit of a Ryan film screening spree… Drive, Crazy, Stupid, Love, Blue Valentine, The Notebook (for the first time)… Grammatically, that looks aboslutely horrific, sorry. But, there is just Something so alluring about him. I haven’t been able to fully place it— have you? I am gonna try though. 

The wrench in all of this is the underlying fact that he really isn’t that hot. I can name a slew of more attractive guys. His hair doesn’t always look that great, nor am I a big fan of too much facial hair. Scruff is good, but I’m not that into that Dumbledore look. And, there are times when he actually looks bad. I mean, come on Ry, as a sex god you can’t have bad days. Who do you think you are- Ryan Gosling or something? 

Sorry, that was so dim witted. 

But more to the point, he just exudes this ’ I Really Don’t Give a Fuck ’ attitude. He clearly sees through the veneer of Hollywood and just goes with it. I’d say he’s pretty confident, but not overly confident. You know, just the perfect amount of sexy confidence. Does this make any sense? Am I completely insane? Probability: Quite high being yes. 

I mean he obviously knows he’s one of the beautiful people. The way he just stares ominously into the camera— like, what is he possibly thinking? “So, girls, how badly do you want me?” (It’s so brutal… his sassy stare- it’s the epitome of wanting what you’re pretty sure you’ll never be able to even touch. Forget about him not texting you back). Anyone that can be such a sassafrass knows they can and will get away with it.

Let’s also comment on the way he speaks. I don’t care if it’s not authentic or whatever. Pure sex. Basically. Sorry for not being sorry for being inappropriate. I guess I have an R-rated blog. #cool? 

My roommate told me he takes ballet lessons. #SwoonSesh. What is it with girls loving when guys take dance and cooking classes? Is this some type of subconscious yearning for a role reversal of our socially conditioned knowledge that it is only the girls who cook and dance?

I’ve done a bit of Google searching for this post (#TooLegitToQuit). On Ellen he gave everyone footie pajamas. And, yes, he wore them, and, yes, he wore the hood, and yes, he looked adorable.

Apparently the craziest, stupidest thing he’s done for love cannot be told on camera. Le sigh. Imagine a grand gesture performed by Ryan Gosling. The betch probably denied him too. 

Also, he dated Blake Lively and I didn’t know this? I do believe Blake Lively to be one of the most beautiful people alive- inside and out. But, I must live in a box…As I was not privvy to their fling. And to think I live in LA… 

And, have you seen the MTV award for Best Kiss re-play on YouTube? Oh. My. God. You HAVE to see it. I absolutely melt. I swoon. I want to die. It makes me actually believe in true love. I came across a quote from him, that, plainly put, he said his love story with Rachel was more romantic then the Notebook. OH MY GOD STOP. Like, just stop. It actually kills me.

The one thing I do not get is the whole Eva Mendes thing… I mean, rehab? Honestly? Just get over yourself already. You’re not even that hot… Whoops. And what’s with him taking all his girls to Disneyland… Not like I’d complain or anything, I just sense a trend. 

Rumor has it he may want to quit acting. I think he needs to have one incredibly amazing movie. A movie bordering on Titanic status. Then, and only then can he quit. 

I need a new Dirty Dancing When Harry Met Sally type of movie. You know them. When “the one” leaves you and you find yourself solemn and alone in this world sending drunk texts you know you never should send whilst Taylor Swift is blaring in your room and you haven’t eaten in about a week and your only one true comfort is That One Movie you always turn to. 

I guess the Notebook could be it. But, I’m not a big Rachel McAdams fan, so it’s not gonna work for me. 

What do y’all think?- kml

I’m thankful for…

For you, Mum. Way to pull through this year, I don’t know how you did it.

For Dad, for challenging my decisions the right way. 

For my Aussie family for enabling me to do everything that I do. 

For Ryan Gosling- the master of swag- you keep my standards sky high. 

For Lindsay, my best friend, my sister. You somehow always believe in me and have faith in me even in the darkest of times. Btw, all of our friends who now consider themselves wine-o’s have us to thank. 

For LC for finally walking away. Cannot express how much courage it took you and I’m so proud of you. LOVE you big time. 

For Kelsey, my soul sistah. I’m in need of a major Lady Gaga Christmas jam sesh. 

For Adam. Look at the freaking crazy lives we lead when we’re separated. You too- get your ass up here…Miracles do happen. 

For my S is for Sexy Sarah! You are the epitome of a Renaissance scholar. Thank you for always challenging me to be myself. 

For my Beastie, Kendall. Friends forever despite how far we are. Love, Sharkie.

For Kenny. We have the unbreakable brother and sister bond. Love you always. 

For Jeremy Baby. For all the music, all the stories and how we’ll always be pals. 

For you, Ryan. In everything you do and say, you have a habit of making everything brighter. Miss you. 

For my Eskimo Girl. Photo Booth sesh is in order ASAP. xxoo. 

For Tina. I miss you so much Tin! From shopping each other’s closets to chick lit, you’ll always be one of my best pals. 

For Squeeky. Kat face x a million. Skype date soon, I miss your mousey-ness. Love, the OG kittykat. 

For my Tuesday Night Wrecking Crew: Brettie, PattyCakes, Eems, Tuck Sauce Carrot Tops and Zimmie. Watch out Newport Beach, we’ll be back this Christmas. In full force. I’m actually warning you. 

For XTINA: Glad you got a boyfriend and disappeared from my life. Cruise up to your beach house. 

For Alisha. You’ve always been such an inspiration to me. 

For Tony, my newest BFF.

For Brooklyn Beverage. For laughing at me. For letting me pick out your clothes and for enjoying my crazy life. 

For Mark- for believing in me. 

For Nano for being my second mum andd (a bit embarrassed here) for teaching me what a slammer is. 

For Chris. For dealing with everything I say and do when I’m drunk. Come home already. 

For Blaine. Probably thee coolest kat on Capitol Hill. Can’t wait for cocktails tonight!

For Mattie for…well… deciding to befriend me. 

For my little genius cousin Brent. You are one badass kat. Catch up soon? See you at Christmas? 

For my beautiful older cousin Julie for being there when I needed her the most.

For the creators of Pinterest. The guys at Apple, Google.. For the inventor of pizza. For all the workers at Zeitgeist, Starbucks, Cafe Vita and Stumptown. 

And, on a serious note. I am so thankful for the opportunity that I have everyday to do big things. 

A look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire, but which neither wants to begin.