hi. I’m Kate! I’m 15. I live in Pennsylvania, but I hate it here. I dance everyday at a studio. I’m pretty damn good too. I surf/ wakeboard/ skim board. ‘Cause its badass. And you know you wish you could. I play soccer. I like to party. Drink. Laugh: Anything to have a good time. ; ). I love my friends. You’re probably jealous of how flyy we are. Mmhmm. I want to dance at the Pussycat Doll lounge. Im a smartass. I don’t care what you think. No one really knows me though. Not even my best friends. I have a hard time opening up to people. When things get rough i shut people out. I like working out. I like to look good. I like to play dress up. I love secrets unless you have ones I don’t know. I love clothes and shopping. I like expensive things. There pretty. I'm a waitress and I hate it. I want to pose for Playboy, but I would be classy about it (I guess). Don’t talk shit on me or on my friends or we’ll knuckle up. I want to be famous sooner or later I will be Google my name when you’re older. I want to work at Hooters. I’m addicted to Red Bull. I like to make people laugh. I’m immature, but it’s a good immature. I’m krazii and you love it. I make wishes at 11:11. I’m not close with my family but we all try to get along. My mom is my hero. She has fake tits though. I've had too many rough times that none of ya'll would even think of and understand plain and simple. I'm moving to California as soon as I turn 18. Leaving this shit hole town. I hate girls who think there hott shit. I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. And I'm not too worried about finding something. I love the beach. I love surfers. Shaggy hair is over-rated. It doesn’t suit everyone. Music is amazing. I’ll be friends with anyone who is nice to me. I hate cliques, but there everywhere. I like bmx /motocross /nascar. I have trust issues. You have to prove to me that I can truly trust you. I’m not very patient. I’m always cold. So I love to cuddle. I use the peace sign 24/7. I'm not spoiled. I’m loved. I have anxiety attacks all the time. They make me laugh when it’s over. I’m a jealous person. But it shows I love you. I’m a brat. But it’s alright in my book. I love pictures. Oh and I love you. Anything else? Ask.