(My First Flash Illustration, YAY)
So, i’ve been spending a week with my boyfriend and it’s been pretty awesome. My boyfriend has a lot of qualities that i really like, but I think one of the things i like most about him is his passion for

cooking. He’s always on Foodnetwork.com trying to find recipes to cook up and dating him has encouraged me to start being a little more festive with my own cooking.

One night, my boyfriend decided to make the MOST delicious Korean BBQ style pork chops (I picked the recipe, of course). They were so yummy that I had to lick the plate. ahahhaha. My boyfriend was cleaning up and he caught me licking my plate. He said to me “is this the moment you’re going to draw” ahahhahaa and I did.
Spending a week with my boyfriend has been pretty awesome and i’m sad the week is slowly coming to an end. APPARENTLY, he has something planned for my birthday in September, so I guess Ill just have to wait and see what that is…(I kinda have an idea) :)
So last week i finally took my Permit test. I’ve been studying all week long using a few apps i found for my iphone. I had a meeting in LA before my permit test was scheduled. I made my way to LA pretty easily but getting to the DMV on Hope Street was kinda hard. Apparently I was supposed to take the 406, but the 406 was out due to rerouting. After hours of running up and down LA, i was told by a bus driver to go to broadway and then catch the 45 that would take me to 36th street, then walk up to Hope. I eventually made it and i went into my test smoothly. I took my test and it was stressfui as all hell but I PASSED. :D I missed 6 questions which was BARELY enough. ahhaha. i got my permit and my boyfriend is gonna teach me how to drive. :D we’ll see how that goes. :D (BTW, i’m going to be attempting some more flash stuff) This was one of the first times i tried to us flash for illustrations. I had to use it for a Test I got for a show recently. Check out my main blog: www.kitimation.tumblr.com to see the test)

So last week i finally took my Permit test. I’ve been studying all week long using a few apps i found for my iphone. I had a meeting in LA before my permit test was scheduled. I made my way to LA pretty easily but getting to the DMV on Hope Street was kinda hard. Apparently I was supposed to take the 406, but the 406 was out due to rerouting. After hours of running up and down LA, i was told by a bus driver to go to broadway and then catch the 45 that would take me to 36th street, then walk up to Hope.

I eventually made it and i went into my test smoothly. I took my test and it was stressfui as all hell but I PASSED. :D I missed 6 questions which was BARELY enough. ahhaha. i got my permit and my boyfriend is gonna teach me how to drive. :D we’ll see how that goes. :D

(BTW, i’m going to be attempting some more flash stuff) This was one of the first times i tried to us flash for illustrations. I had to use it for a Test I got for a show recently. Check out my main blog: www.kitimation.tumblr.com to see the test)

So, this past weekend it was my turn to plan the date! So I decided that we would go down to Venice Beach as it is my FAVORITE place to people watch and my boyfriend and I both love watching people. So, we drove down to Venice after stopping at this awesome 50’s dinner on Lincoln. I soon discovered that my boyfriend and sea side cities just do not mix. My boyfriend is generally pretty even keeled and sarcastic, but he is easily upset by taxing driving situations. My boyfriend is actually a driving instructor and naturally he spends 50 percent of the time critiquing people’s poor driving techniques. It was a hot friday afternoon so needless to say the beach community was buzzing.  We drove for a good hour trying to find a parking space. My boyfriend was at the height of his anger when we finally found a parking spot near a hip new apartment complex. Relieved to finally find a spot, i gave my boyfriend a big kiss and I apologized for stressing him out a place that frustrated him. He calmed down and we walked towards the beach.  I could probably count the number of times i’ve been to Venice on one hand, so i wasn’t completely familiar with the area. However, i knew enough to know that the beach we were walking towards wasn’t the area where all the good people watching was. I mentioned it to my boyfriend but tried not to complain too intensely since at that point we had made quite the trek out that way. As we were walking, we saw a Pier. My boyfriend was very insistent that we go onto this pier, even though deep down inside i desperately wanted to get back into the car and go to where the good people watching was.  We went up onto the pier and held hands like we always do. We get to the area right before there were tons and tons of people and stopped and leaned against the ledge over the water. The water was beautiful even though it was murky californian water. The sun was so bright and everything around me was shinning. I realized that I hadn’t been out in the sun or near nature very much at all this summer and summer was about to end. My boyfriend took one of his arms and wrapped it around my waist and leaned against the ledge in the funny way he often does. I can’t really describe to you the feelings that i had in that very moment.  I was as if everything around us faded away and it was me, my boyfriend and the sounds of the waves crashing against the pier. Voices off in a distance became melodic and meaningless. The wind blew over our bodies and the sun warmed us in a pleasant way that i only wish i could accurately describe. He held me there and he held me tight. My eyes started to wince as though they were about to cry, but they didn’t. From the deep part of my throat i felt three lumps move up my throat. Three lumps that were three words that I almost said, but instead i smiled and said “i wanna say something really mooshy right now” and he just silently smiled at me. This moment lasted maybe only 5 minutes but it felt like a half hour to me. It only ended when i started to back up and i tripped over his new Batman shoes. He said to me  “You’re such an Oaf”  and I smiled and said  “But I’m your Oaf”  (a reference to a previous comment he made to me) I snapped out of it and i came back to reality. We started walking off the pier and i voiced my desire to go to the good part of Venice. He rolled his eyes up, the funny way he does, and started to give me a long list of reasons why he didn’t want to go and wanted to just go home. I begged and begged and he eventually just decided to bite the bullet and take me. We put “Muscle Beach” into the GPS  and we found the spot I wanted to go to. To be honest, there are a lot of stories i could tell of that day. There were a lot of things that happened and a lot of funny interesting things we saw, but at the end of the day, this is the moment that will always remain a cherished memory of mine. 

So, this past weekend it was my turn to plan the date! So I decided that we would go down to Venice Beach as it is my FAVORITE place to people watch and my boyfriend and I both love watching people. So, we drove down to Venice after stopping at this awesome 50’s dinner on Lincoln. I soon discovered that my boyfriend and sea side cities just do not mix. My boyfriend is generally pretty even keeled and sarcastic, but he is easily upset by taxing driving situations. My boyfriend is actually a driving instructor and naturally he spends 50 percent of the time critiquing people’s poor driving techniques. It was a hot friday afternoon so needless to say the beach community was buzzing. 

We drove for a good hour trying to find a parking space. My boyfriend was at the height of his anger when we finally found a parking spot near a hip new apartment complex. Relieved to finally find a spot, i gave my boyfriend a big kiss and I apologized for stressing him out a place that frustrated him. He calmed down and we walked towards the beach. 

I could probably count the number of times i’ve been to Venice on one hand, so i wasn’t completely familiar with the area. However, i knew enough to know that the beach we were walking towards wasn’t the area where all the good people watching was. I mentioned it to my boyfriend but tried not to complain too intensely since at that point we had made quite the trek out that way. As we were walking, we saw a Pier. My boyfriend was very insistent that we go onto this pier, even though deep down inside i desperately wanted to get back into the car and go to where the good people watching was. 

We went up onto the pier and held hands like we always do. We get to the area right before there were tons and tons of people and stopped and leaned against the ledge over the water. The water was beautiful even though it was murky californian water. The sun was so bright and everything around me was shinning. I realized that I hadn’t been out in the sun or near nature very much at all this summer and summer was about to end. My boyfriend took one of his arms and wrapped it around my waist and leaned against the ledge in the funny way he often does. I can’t really describe to you the feelings that i had in that very moment.  I was as if everything around us faded away and it was me, my boyfriend and the sounds of the waves crashing against the pier. Voices off in a distance became melodic and meaningless. The wind blew over our bodies and the sun warmed us in a pleasant way that i only wish i could accurately describe. He held me there and he held me tight. My eyes started to wince as though they were about to cry, but they didn’t. From the deep part of my throat i felt three lumps move up my throat. Three lumps that were three words that I almost said, but instead i smiled and said “i wanna say something really mooshy right now” and he just silently smiled at me.

This moment lasted maybe only 5 minutes but it felt like a half hour to me. It only ended when i started to back up and i tripped over his new Batman shoes. He said to me 

“You’re such an Oaf” 

and I smiled and said 

“But I’m your Oaf”  (a reference to a previous comment he made to me)

I snapped out of it and i came back to reality. We started walking off the pier and i voiced my desire to go to the good part of Venice. He rolled his eyes up, the funny way he does, and started to give me a long list of reasons why he didn’t want to go and wanted to just go home. I begged and begged and he eventually just decided to bite the bullet and take me. We put “Muscle Beach” into the GPS  and we found the spot I wanted to go to. To be honest, there are a lot of stories i could tell of that day. There were a lot of things that happened and a lot of funny interesting things we saw, but at the end of the day, this is the moment that will always remain a cherished memory of mine. 

Hey guys!!! :D Firstly, i wanted to thank all the people who have recently followed me. I got super giddy when i saw a list of people who randomly decided to follow me! Makes me smile. Thanks two the one or two of you who’ve reblogged me, i appreciate that tons. :D I’m making this post to say two things: 1. I’m sorry i haven’t uploaded anything in the past few days, i’ve been working on a a buuunch of stuff. The most predominate of which is related to me getting my darn drivers license (finally) and also I’ve been working on a comic series for this blog a little every day (there’s 8 pages). 2. I started a youtube channel today! (Yay!). I’m going to be uploading my films + a bunch of time lapse videos I’m gonna try to have something up by tommorow for sure so go to my channel and subscribe so you can see that when it comes! http://www.youtube.com/user/KatsDiary Thanks <3 <3 <3

Hey guys!!! :D

Firstly, i wanted to thank all the people who have recently followed me. I got super giddy when i saw a list of people who randomly decided to follow me! Makes me smile. Thanks two the one or two of you who’ve reblogged me, i appreciate that tons. :D I’m making this post to say two things:

1. I’m sorry i haven’t uploaded anything in the past few days, i’ve been working on a a buuunch of stuff. The most predominate of which is related to me getting my darn drivers license (finally) and also I’ve been working on a comic series for this blog a little every day (there’s 8 pages).

2. I started a youtube channel today! (Yay!). I’m going to be uploading my films + a bunch of time lapse videos I’m gonna try to have something up by tommorow for sure so go to my channel and subscribe so you can see that when it comes!

http://www.youtube.com/user/KatsDiary

Thanks <3 <3 <3

Sooo, i have a youtube page (If you dont know it already i am -not- going to link you, sorry bb) and on my page, i constantly talk about my hair and my hair struggles. Growing up in a mostly asian neighborhood I had no real way of understanding how to manage my hair. My mom has pretty naturally straight/managable hair so she wasn&#8217;t much help. I had a video series entitled &#8220;Nappy headed hoe&#8221; (I kno w, i&#8217;m all about being politically correct) and it attracted the attention of black women who were more than willing to help. Over the year i&#8217;ve been on youtube the advice i&#8217;ve gotten from these women has helped me a great deal. I had a big chop last november and i&#8217;ve been growing my hair back and applying the advice given from the kind ladies who subscribe to my channel. My hair is healther than ever. However, there are tons of products that i just don&#8217;t have access to that would really help me along in the process of improving the quality of my hair. Well, a few weeks ago I got an email from one of my subscribers, Miss Gina. She asked me a few questions and essentially said that she wanted to send me some stuff to help me out with my hair. I was really excited. Basically she mostly discussed lacefronts. She said she&#8217;d be sending me 3 lacefronts (lacefronts are very very nice wigs, generally made from human hair that look very natural and nice when worn correctly. They generally feature the ability to part the hair and have it look natural. They tend to be VERY expensive), and needless to say i was excited. Well some time passed and i finally got my package in the mail. Miss Gina had said she put a &#8220;little&#8221; something else in the mail for me in addition to the lacefront units. I got one small white package and a bigger brown cardboard box. I opened the smaller package first and it was all 3 lacefront units. I was confused for a moment, then excited. I opened up the cardboard box and it was FULL of all of these amazing products for my hair. Several conditioners and shampoos and lotions. I even got a box of texturizer and a bottle of Chi 44 iron guard spray. I literally almost cried i was so happy. I&#8217;m sure most people aren&#8217;t going to be able to understand the weight of this gift but trust me it means a lot. It was so nice of Miss Gina to send me all of these gifts and I&#8217;m so so very thankful that I got them. The internet can be a very amazing place sometimes. (most of the time&#8230;all of the time).

Sooo, i have a youtube page (If you dont know it already i am -not- going to link you, sorry bb) and on my page, i constantly talk about my hair and my hair struggles. Growing up in a mostly asian neighborhood I had no real way of understanding how to manage my hair. My mom has pretty naturally straight/managable hair so she wasn’t much help. I had a video series entitled “Nappy headed hoe” (I kno

w, i’m all about being politically correct) and it attracted the attention of black women who were more than willing to help. Over the year i’ve been on youtube the advice i’ve gotten from these women has helped me a great deal. I had a big chop last november and i’ve been growing my hair back and applying the advice given from the kind ladies who subscribe to my channel. My hair is healther than ever. However, there are tons of products that i just don’t have access to that would really help me along in the process of improving the quality of my hair. 
Well, a few weeks ago I got an email from one of my subscribers, Miss Gina. She asked me a few questions and essentially said that she wanted to send me some stuff to help me out with my hair. I was really excited. Basically she mostly discussed lacefronts. She said she’d be sending me 3 lacefronts (lacefronts are very very nice wigs, generally made from human hair that look very natural and nice when worn correctly. They generally feature the ability to part the hair and have it look natural. They tend to be VERY expensive), and needless to say i was excited. Well some time passed and i finally got my package in the mail. Miss Gina had said she put a “little” something else in the mail for me in addition to the lacefront units. I got one small white package and a bigger brown cardboard box. I opened the smaller package first and it was all 3 lacefront units. I was confused for a moment, then excited. I opened up the cardboard box and it was FULL of all of these amazing products for my hair. Several conditioners and shampoos and lotions. I even got a box of texturizer and a bottle of Chi 44 iron guard spray. I literally almost cried i was so happy. I’m sure most people aren’t going to be able to understand the weight of this gift but trust me it means a lot. It was so nice of Miss Gina to send me all of these gifts and I’m so so very thankful that I got them. 

The internet can be a very amazing place sometimes. (most of the time…all of the time).
I love how my boyfriend doesn&#8217;t care about what I look like. It&#8217;s kinda reassuring in a lot of ways.  A few weeks ago we went to this awesome collectable show ( My boyfriend is a huge geek) and it was HOT as piss around all those sex deprived nerds. So I was sweating and bitching and moaning about how my make up was getting messed up and my hair was looking crazy and my boyfriend never really knows what to say in response to that aside from &#8220;looks..fine&#8221;. hahaha. After the collectable show, we went to the car and the first thing i did was look at myself in the rear view mirror and start complaining about how my make up was messed up (again). My boyfriend just leaned over and kissed me on the neck and all i could do was smile like a fool the rest of our date. :) I&#8217;ve also been kinda struggling with adjusting to wearing my real, short hair. As an african american woman, i have a long list of hair insecurities. I was initially really afriad about wearing my real hair with my boyfriend because to be honest, in my life most men have, in very around and about ways, pressured me into having a certain type of hair style or look. I guess you can say i&#8217;m used to guys actually caring about that. When we were sitting at Mels Dinner after a night at a gallery, i kept messing with my hair and asking what my boyfriend thought of my hair. All he could really say was &#8220;I&#8230;looks like hair&#8221;.  I know it&#8217;s probably hard to understand or sympathize but as a woman, when the man i care about tells me that he doesn&#8217;t care about what my hair looks like or what my make up looks like or how i&#8217;m dressed etc, it&#8217;s almost like nothing else matters. No other standards apply&#8230;.NOW DON&#8217;T GET ME WRONG, i&#8217;m totally going to be freaking out about my hair and how i&#8217;m dressed and my make up pretty much all the time, but it&#8217;s reassuring to me that at the end of the day, my boyfriend doesn&#8217;t care.  :) PS: (I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE THIS BLOG MORE OFTEN)

I love how my boyfriend doesn’t care about what I look like. It’s kinda reassuring in a lot of ways. 

A few weeks ago we went to this awesome collectable show ( My boyfriend is a huge geek) and it was HOT as piss around all those sex deprived nerds. So I was sweating and bitching and moaning about how my make up was getting messed up and my hair was looking crazy and my boyfriend never really knows what to say in response to that aside from “looks..fine”. hahaha. After the collectable show, we went to the car and the first thing i did was look at myself in the rear view mirror and start complaining about how my make up was messed up (again). My boyfriend just leaned over and kissed me on the neck and all i could do was smile like a fool the rest of our date. :)

I’ve also been kinda struggling with adjusting to wearing my real, short hair. As an african american woman, i have a long list of hair insecurities. I was initially really afriad about wearing my real hair with my boyfriend because to be honest, in my life most men have, in very around and about ways, pressured me into having a certain type of hair style or look. I guess you can say i’m used to guys actually caring about that. When we were sitting at Mels Dinner after a night at a gallery, i kept messing with my hair and asking what my boyfriend thought of my hair. All he could really say was “I…looks like hair”. 

I know it’s probably hard to understand or sympathize but as a woman, when the man i care about tells me that he doesn’t care about what my hair looks like or what my make up looks like or how i’m dressed etc, it’s almost like nothing else matters. No other standards apply….NOW DON’T GET ME WRONG, i’m totally going to be freaking out about my hair and how i’m dressed and my make up pretty much all the time, but it’s reassuring to me that at the end of the day, my boyfriend doesn’t care.  :)

PS: (I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE THIS BLOG MORE OFTEN)

so this past week i decided that its just toi damn hot for me to have weave. So i started wearing my real hair out. Last thanksgiving i went kinda crazy and cut most of my hair off slowly but surely its growing back. Still kinda uncomfortable about the length but it will grow back.

so this past week i decided that its just toi damn hot for me to have weave. So i started wearing my real hair out. Last thanksgiving i went kinda crazy and cut most of my hair off slowly but surely its growing back. Still kinda uncomfortable about the length but it will grow back.

So last week my boyfriend told me he had a surprise for me! At first i was REALLLLYYYY giddy because what girl doesnt like surprises? I spent a good hour trying to guess what it was. It wasnt until he commented on my status with ‘working hard’ that i knew what he was doing. My boyfriend loves to cook so i knew right away it was a picnic. Of course him asking me to find a park also clued me in. Lol. When he finally sprung the surprise i reacted as if i had no clue what was happening. Haha. He made me sandwhiches with avacado and a nice potatoe salad to go with it. He also bought wine and an apple crumble for desert! It was the sweetest thing i think a guy has done for me. :) after pigging out we just layer in the grass lazy and silent as mexican children played in the nearby trees.

So last week my boyfriend told me he had a surprise for me! At first i was REALLLLYYYY giddy because what girl doesnt like surprises? I spent a good hour trying to guess what it was. It wasnt until he commented on my status with ‘working hard’ that i knew what he was doing. My boyfriend loves to cook so i knew right away it was a picnic. Of course him asking me to find a park also clued me in. Lol. When he finally sprung the surprise i reacted as if i had no clue what was happening. Haha. He made me sandwhiches with avacado and a nice potatoe salad to go with it. He also bought wine and an apple crumble for desert! It was the sweetest thing i think a guy has done for me. :) after pigging out we just layer in the grass lazy and silent as mexican children played in the nearby trees.

So, ever since my mom became disabled, my dad has been picking up a lot of the cooking responsibilities. He&#8217;s gotten into this habbit of cooking things and then apologizing for how horrible it tastes. It&#8217;s bizzare to me because most of the time the things he makes are delicious. If you ask my mom she&#8217;ll tell you he doesn&#8217;t know how to cook, but I can tell you that he does. My dad, interestingly enough, is a very traditional man in most senses and he hates change generally, but when it comes to food he tends to experiment way more than my mom ever did. The meatloaf he made was different but delicious. Who ever knew oatmeal and sloppy joe sauce would make such a tasty meatloaf.

So, ever since my mom became disabled, my dad has been picking up a lot of the cooking responsibilities. He’s gotten into this habbit of cooking things and then apologizing for how horrible it tastes. It’s bizzare to me because most of the time the things he makes are delicious. If you ask my mom she’ll tell you he doesn’t know how to cook, but I can tell you that he does. My dad, interestingly enough, is a very traditional man in most senses and he hates change generally, but when it comes to food he tends to experiment way more than my mom ever did. The meatloaf he made was different but delicious. Who ever knew oatmeal and sloppy joe sauce would make such a tasty meatloaf.