yikes.

I could give so many reasons why I've not been updating at all, but I will spare you all the boring details and get right to the point: I'M LAZY. This is something that my close friends will corroborate; those of you who don't know me as well will most likely be gasping in shock, but I assure you it's true. I'M A LAZY LAZY PERSON. But I figure I might as well write in this thing, since it's been sitting here so forlornly and patiently. I sort of feel sorry for it.

Things are ok, I suppose. Back in London after a wonderful Christmas/New Years break home in Texas, where I saw the BOYFRIEND (yay!) and ate too much food. No really, that's all I did. Sex & Food. Life's staples, no? Oh and I shopped, which is almost as important. I am already counting down the days until I go back. March 24, HURRY UP.

College is college. I'm so disillusioned with it, and here's some news: I think I'm withdrawing at the end of this year and transferring to UT. To get a real Journalism degree. The more I work in the industry the more I realize that it's not for me. I mean, sure I may want to work for a fashion publication. But I don't want to limit myself. And getting a degree in Fashion Journalism does just that. Plus, the more and more I talk to people in the industry (here in London) the more I hear that LCF has a bit of a reputation. And not a very good one. The lady I do my work experience for went to LCF and ended up leaving because it was shit. Wow, sounds familiar. IF I WANTED TO BE A FUCKING STYLIST I WOULD HAVE TAKEN THE STYLING COURSE. 'Nuff said.

bring it back

Ok, so I've bit the bullet and ressurected this bad boy. I suppose it's about time I had a full-fledged blog to entertain my public. I'm sure you are all dying to know about my (not so) exciting life. In case you can't read between the lines, previous sentences are dripping in sarcasm.

I'm still stuck in London. The weather is HOT and as the British public have never heard of air-conditioning, I am sweltering. You might think, Katy! You are from Texas! You should be used to the heat. Well, let me set the record straight. In Houston, you do not leave your air-conditioned dwelling unless you have an air-conditioned vehicle to take you to your air-conditioned destination. I am frequently asked how my friends and I cope during the summer season. The answer is WE WAIT UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN. When it's 100 F outside with 100% humidity, you learn to stay indoors. And that is not an option here, because a) I don't have a car and b) I DON'T HAVE A CAR. So I have to hotfoot it anywhere I want to go. And within five minutes I am dripping sweat like an evangelical congregation.

But all is not lost. I leave on the 28th for three days in Paris and then we fly into Houston on the 3rd! Just in time for the 4th of July festivities. I'm so ready for the three B's: BBQ, Booze and Booty. We'll have to see how the last one works out, but the first two are definitely a go. Brisket and beer will keep me satisfied.