Heroin: A plague.

So it's approximately 2:37 AM. I felt compelled to write this entry despite my being exhausted. I need to vent.

I wan't to talk about an absolute murderer - HEROIN. A few years ago, I had never really knew or been subjected to anyone who would even so much as think about using that heinous drug. Now...about 15% of the kids I went to grade school with are either in jail because of it, in rehab (for the millionth time), or dead. Yep, you heard me - dead.

Tonight, another one passed away. Although I did not know this kid, I did know who he was, and went to grade school with his brother. It hurts. The fact that I see so many people who allow such a powerful drug run their lives. It's like they can't get away. I've heard of all sorts of addicts, and this is by far the hardest addiction to overcome it seems. I'm sad that I can't do anything...or help in some way, shape or form. Truth is - the only way they can be helped, is for them to perservere and help themselves.

I can honestly list 20 people (or more) that I know who are struggling with that battle. TWENTY. That's unbelievable. Honestly, if you don't know me personally...you're probably under the impression that I live in some urban town with lots of crime, violence and well, drugs. Ha. Quite the opposite my friend. It's considered a rather upscale town. A town with a great education system, next to no violence, but suddenly a surge of drug addicts. One tries it...another tries it...it's a disease - a plague of sorts.

Now some can say "they deserved it", or "they did it to themselves". But we're past that. Everyone has their faults. Some are addicted to gambling, sex...whatever it may be. Only their weakness was a drug that made them feel so amazing and so above everything, that they simply couldn't stop. I honestly could never point fingers at anyone personally. Not to say I've ever tried or would try such an awful drug, but I have had my share of trying certain "party favors". But I will say...that someone could pull out a suitcase with 50 million dollars in it, and say "only if you try it...will I give you this money." No money, no anything could ever make me commit suicide.

I swear, there was one girl I went to school with, who wasn't much of a talker, she was very reserved actually. I played sports with her..she was shy and always nice to those around her. As far as I know, she got good grades and her parents were the quintessential American family. Great lives, great hearts...very involved in the community. I swear, they were like the Governors of my town in ways. Next thing I hear, is that this girl whom I always knew to be the sweet girl who was such a sports fanatic, was on the streets addicted to dope...track marks all over her arms, and looking like a cancer patient gone through chemotherapy a couple thousand times.

Many of these people were friends of mine...we used to play house, kick a soccer ball, go to girl scout meetings together. I mean, I spent my childhood with half these kids. Now their lives are ruined. I get scared; so scared that one of these people I knew long ago will OD like that young man did last night.

I don't understand. What are these people lacking in their lives, that cause them to go to such great extreme in order to achieve such temporary happiness? What's missing. Is it a trend or is it something that is simply missing in the lives of young adults these days? I want to know. I want to help. I don't ever want my nephews and neices whom I love so much to be subjected to such tragedy or even to know at great length the effects of such evils like my friends and I do. It's scary...if it's not one drug, it's another.

It's not even as if these people are 17, or 18. They're at an age where we don't lack nearly as many braincells as we did in the previous years.

I'm hoping that this epidemic will stop. I cannot bear to hear that high schoolers are looking at this as an option for a "fun night out."

Let's hope, let's pray, let's cross our fingers that no more lives will be taken; and certainly not by a disgusting predator like heroin.

Hired by default.

So I was hired by this kick ass marketing guru named Jaime. She's smart and driven. She's only 25 years old and has clients banging down her door for her services. Let's just say she's one successful woman. She chose me based on our interactions via phone/email to assist her in the marketing of this brand new revoluntionary site called BlogTalkRadio.com



It's a pretty sweet job actually. I get paid to sit here all day and socialize on networks like Myspace, Bebo, Bolt, Facebook etc. Although it's not your average job, it's certainly still difficult. I must track every message I send, all the tagging I do and more. It's also hard to get people to look at a new site, since they are bombarded on a daily basis with people trying to sell them some sort of idea, product or new website. But thing is - this website is WORTH it. I've never seen anything like it. I mean, we all know what a podcast is. This is different. It's like an actual radio talk show from the comfort of your own home. Also, you can have listeners actually call in and discuss topics with you. That's something podcasts simply cannot do. Wow. Each day they come up with something new. Really. And I'm proud to be a part of an idea that I know is going to take off.

I actually created my own show for the hell of it too. It will be on - Tuesday 9PM EST. It's called Koffee Talk With Kate. Ha. We'll talk about various subjects. I'm going to actually make a mini outline of what we will discuss. Not sure how long it will go on. I guess that will depend on me, and anybody who decides to tune in. Overall, I'm just imagining how large sites can benefit from such a website. I mean, people can talk talk talk. But what about the large business websites? Forbes.com? WebMD.com? Oh man, it could be lucrative. Especially since this site shares 50% of it's revenue with the host of the show. (NOT SHABBY)

So yeah, even though one day I want to be a TV Producer, the next day a publicist, the next day a business woman. I know all in all I want to be SUCCESSFUL & HAPPY. Bottom line. No matter what I'm doing. Those are the only 2 things I ask for. I will be satisfied! I think I actually could be happy with marketing. It was actually my initial major coming into St. John's but I changed it due to the numerous math classes that had to be taken in order to obtain the degree. I loathe math, so - that was a no go.

I'm still waiting on another job here in Mass with the Muscular Dystrophy association. We'll see if I get it! *Crossing Fingers* It'll only be a temp job before I go back to school, but it pays well and it satisfying to me since I would be working for a good cause as well.

Well, back to the drawing board --- if anyone knows of any popular or interesting blogs or forums. Send them over to me! I need as many as I can get.

K

My Zillionth Blog

Between Myspace, Xanga, Wordpress and all those fantastic places to write blogs....I can't remember which number blog this is. Hmm. Myspace simply doesn't have the layout I desire. Xanga was so "freshman year", and my Wordpress blog is more so for views and ramblings I have on various topics without necessarily revealing my identity. This one can be more about my life. Not saying that people want to particularly hear about it. But so far, people have expressed enough interest in my crazy unpredictable journey, that I may as well write about it.

What can I say about my life so far? There's been...

heartbreak.
humiliation.
shame.
fame.
fun.
traveling.
friends.
partying.
alcohol.
party favors.
&
far more.

I've certainly made my good and bad decisions alike. I've enabled the good to overshadow the bad (thank God).

These past few months have been insanity to say the least. My life has been in a whirlwind. I went to California in hopes that I would stick to a very challenging job. However this job was so challenging, you often wondered why you weren't wanting to kill yourself every morning upon waking up. No, seriously. Door to door sales.

Enough said right?
No.


I'm talking Mojave Desert-Style. No joke...we worked right next door to the desert, thus making us ready to pass out from heat exhaustion at any moment. Also, working on commission was pretty torturing as well. Let's just say, it certainly wasn't the job of choice. I soon was invited to reside at a friend of mine's place in Beverly Hills. Oh boy. It was a bitter-sweet move for various reasons. Reasons including my desire to EXPLORE what the Hollywood scene was all about. Ha. We wined, dined and partied with Hollywood's "finest". I swear, I think I saw about 50 celebrities during all my VIP Exclusive Party nights. Sat next to them, spoke to them...impressive? Not really. Yes, my girl happened to know anyone and everyone who mattered in LA, thus enabling the entry to such places.

However, the super-posh and super FAKE lifestyle can only be appealing for about...a WEEK before you realize just how evil that crazy town really is. You can get caught up in the mansion parties, the lamborghini, and luxury. Really, it's easy.

Hmm. I suppose like any place, you must take the good with the bad. I took it as an experience of sorts. It was swell. Really. But also made me a bit shallow for about 3 weeks until I snapped out of it and came back down to earth upon arrival back to Massachusetts.

Anyone would. Seeing the various blue collar workers with their strong thick Boston accents, and their mediocre cars - oh and not to mention, the biggest dilemma of their week was whether or not their "CAH" would be out of the shop in time, or if the Red Sox would win the next game. Oh, the simple life. Believe it or not, some in Hollywood actually envy it. Why? Not nearly as much drama, misery or pain. All in all, a day in the life of a regular ol' Joe in Massachusetts is a walk in the park for an LA socialite.


Some say the people 'round these parts lead boring lives. I'm not so sure of that. They lead lives with real friendships, real family....real people surrounding them . (Of course I cannot speak for the entire state but for the general public here.)


And while these "simple-life" people oftentimes envy the luxury that comes along with a life out there, little do many of them know, that not an ounce of that money could buy the kind of things that many of these Massachusetts people have. And we're not talking about materialistic objects.

It's so funny to be merely 21 and see such differences. To one week be at the most exclusive party in LA, partying alongside the biggest actors, models, promoters , blah blah blah, and the next week be in a bar where they serve $2 drafts and men in their work clothes, stained in grease walk in all ready to talk to their lifelong chums.

Night & Day I tell you...night & day.

I love life. I love the differences. I love experiencing it all and then hopefully creating the most healthy environment that suits me. Living in such a vast variety of places (New York City, Boston, LA, Hawaii), will allow me to hmm... "customize" my lifestyle. I won't have to settle for a life that doesn't intrigue me or keep me on my toes, but I don't have to live somewhere where people simply won't treat me well, respect me and value me whole heartedly. I will find that place someday. And I cannot wait. It will be my safe haven.

-To Be Continued-