<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:12.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What She Said.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-883958702943334301</id><published>2008-09-17T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:13:28.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloop</title><content type='html'>I miss the feeling of writing in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my old posts and it's so cool because now I know exactly which day I bought my crease brush from mac and which days I went to GSA or not and how I felt about the drumline.&lt;br /&gt;I would read a post and feel cold because I wrote it in december. I could almost smell the room I wrote it in!&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who gets that?&lt;br /&gt;I definitely miss Brian Teng a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-883958702943334301?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/883958702943334301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=883958702943334301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/883958702943334301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/883958702943334301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloop.html' title='bloop'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1553428454851481301</id><published>2008-07-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:41:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ crosspost</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about a lot lately. And by lately I mean today.&lt;br /&gt;Chronologically, I thought about Adira, my dream about Logan, and ultra-indie web magazine, The book Everything Is Illuminated, and the movie Blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adira&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with her since 7th grade. Maybe not always conciously, but enough to the point that if I see her, or anything or anyone that reminds me of her, my heart aches like a mofo. If she was mute, I'd still love her voice. If she was paralyzed, I'd still love the way she threw back her head when she laughs. If she was bald, I'd still love her hair. I have this burning desire to feel like I'm dying and hold her in my arms. I'd cross the street without a crosswalk for her. I'd do drugs for her. I'd climb a rock wall for her. I'd kill a spider for her. I'd probably do anything to get her to care about me the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the Logan dream&lt;br /&gt;I woke up after a crazy dream. For the past few nights I've been having these dreams where so much that I want is packed into them. I don't remember much from the other nights, but last night, it was that Logan and I were madly in love (maybe I got the love theme because I was thinking about Adira until I fell asleep?). We also had sex everywhere. And if it didn't happen in the dream, then I woke up thinking it had. In the shower, her house, my moms house, my dads house, in a car. And then we were lying in a car and there was an awkward silence, she said something about the superbowl, and I woke up. Sheesh. Just when I was getting over her, I go and have a dream like that. I should be upset that she didn't comment back for the past few weeks, but I wasn't angry, I just sort of ignored it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Indie webmag&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed recalling that I never really found a review for cool edit pro 2.0, but I used it anyways. I thought about writing one and publishing it online, and then I thought maybe I'd review other things too, like indie artists, because frankly, the only people who are going to care about a music producing program thing would be indie artists. and then I thought I could make a bunch of pages on nice paper and decorate them, and then scan them to the computer, then put them on adobe, and then put up a link somewhere to download it, and then maybe make it a monthly thing. Then I thought I couldn't do it alone so I'd recruit other people. But then I was too lazy to get out of bed and go to the computer to see if anyone would make an indie web magazine with me. So I nixed the whole idea and decided that if anyone needed a cool edit pro 2.0 review, I'd just tell them it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Everything is Illuminated&lt;br /&gt;I'd seen the movie and now I'm reading the book. The emotions are far too intense in that book, so I think it'd be impossible to read all in one sitting. Jonathan Safran Foer is a little bit of a literary genius because in the book Alex says that the other character's story can make him melancholy and distressed and angry and happy and illuminated all within a single passage and that's pretty much how I feel about it. Plus, he's an English pioneer because he can write as if he truly is a Ukrainian guy who recently learned English. It's absolutely fantastic and it makes me think of the language in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blindness&lt;br /&gt;They're making one of my favorite books into a movie. I can't say that I'm too excited because it's first and foremost Portuguese and I didn't hear any bit of a Portuguese accent in the trailer. But maybe I'll surprise myself and see it anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1553428454851481301?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1553428454851481301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1553428454851481301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1553428454851481301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1553428454851481301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/lj-crosspost.html' title='LJ crosspost'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1245292232237386340</id><published>2008-07-11T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:01:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAB</title><content type='html'>So, I used to post here more than I post in my Livejournal, but I guess everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;I like it here though. It's all so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I stopped by to say I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;And that some things never change, because I caught myself saying "in other news" over at LJ but I changed it to "on a brighter note" because it didn't really feel right.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You fed my first blog addiction.&lt;br /&gt;And for that I love you foreverevereverever. ever.&lt;br /&gt;Though my posts may be sparse, none are without complete ardor.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't know what ardor means, go look it up in the dictionary that I (lovingly) added a few months ago to the sidebar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1245292232237386340?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1245292232237386340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1245292232237386340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1245292232237386340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1245292232237386340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-used-to-post-here-more-than-i-post.html' title='JAB'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7401242686535806054</id><published>2008-06-05T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:14:18.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pooch</title><content type='html'>I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBuV8WcfRDA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBuV8WcfRDA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7401242686535806054?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7401242686535806054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7401242686535806054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7401242686535806054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7401242686535806054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/06/pooch.html' title='pooch'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7604334494492509290</id><published>2008-05-29T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:52:46.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lines</title><content type='html'>this is my &lt;font size=9&gt;69th&lt;/font&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7604334494492509290?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7604334494492509290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7604334494492509290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7604334494492509290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7604334494492509290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/05/lines.html' title='lines'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8609471058514440105</id><published>2008-05-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:30:39.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chex mix.</title><content type='html'>EDIT: I had a list up of things that pissed me off about someone, but I don't know what got into me. So I got rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torie's sister is in labor.&lt;br /&gt;For all I know, Ethan could be born now, actually.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss M.U.N.&lt;br /&gt;You can read my... soliloquy on my &lt;a href="http://supersnix.livejournal.com"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want LaHonda, CGB, and Y&amp;G MLC to get here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8609471058514440105?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8609471058514440105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8609471058514440105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8609471058514440105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8609471058514440105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/05/chex-mix.html' title='Chex mix.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3693373442983121099</id><published>2008-05-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:29:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight moon.</title><content type='html'>I have so much to say but no way to say it.&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine was so fucking stupid last night, she nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to decide if I'm glad she's alive or pissed at her for being DELIBERATELY stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I regret not being corrupted, but it's times like now I'm glad I'm fucking sober.&lt;br /&gt;I keep running the story through my head and knowing how different it would be if I was there just kills me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3693373442983121099?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3693373442983121099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3693373442983121099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3693373442983121099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3693373442983121099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodnight-moon.html' title='goodnight moon.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-2572274663577531579</id><published>2008-05-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:45:27.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post tokyo.</title><content type='html'>my band has a new song.&lt;br /&gt;you can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theeudaemonics"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please add us!&lt;br /&gt;we only have 47 friends haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-2572274663577531579?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2572274663577531579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=2572274663577531579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2572274663577531579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2572274663577531579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-tokyo.html' title='post tokyo.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1031313333541541269</id><published>2008-05-01T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:43:06.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty fucking three.</title><content type='html'>it's hard to rock out to a catchy beat and blog at the same time, but so far I'm managing.&lt;br /&gt;I actually read the school newspaper and saw the article about josh chou's beats. And now I'm listening to him. And it's really cool stuff. I'd definitely rap over that. except I sound too girly. and I don't feel like asking him. and my raps aren't G4NG$T4H enough. but you should check him out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jkeyz408"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anywaysssss.&lt;br /&gt;Today was super easy. We had to attend today, but they only technically had to keep us for about to hours, so they spent about 15 minutes chatting about summer school and some yearbook party and then they popped zoolander in the movie machine. ZOOLANDER. my favorite movie. On the easiest day of school. sick. After that, Anne and Shelby and I went to Shelby's place. I cooked them some delicious mac and cheese and then we put the number 23 on. The rest of our afternoon frolics are classified information, but if you give me a rose, I might tell you. then I came back home and cheeled. watched some Monk, of course. because I do that... every day. Both episodes. And when my routine is interrupted, I get cranky. &lt;br /&gt;My cat is in a good mood, which I like.&lt;br /&gt;She's shedding, which I don't like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1031313333541541269?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1031313333541541269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1031313333541541269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1031313333541541269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1031313333541541269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/05/twenty-fucking-three.html' title='twenty fucking three.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1980504049460551205</id><published>2008-04-30T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:23:36.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchwooddddd.</title><content type='html'>Me. and a liar. Everything doctorIMsick says is a lie. and I went along with it. for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: hey m00fieee. &lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: Does she really still go by m00f? (:&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: kind of haha&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: do you still go my clipp? or is it traye now?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: *by&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: Traye's the real deal's name, Clipp's my sexy s/n-type name. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: its been so long.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck, how is she?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: );&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: how old is she now?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: she's good&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: 14 now haha&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ...&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she was fourteen 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: maybe she lied&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: or was it 2.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;0&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: everyone lies on the internet&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: Mhh.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: what, you never lied? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: I feel liek a sex offender.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: D;&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: sex offender, huh?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: 19 now.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: cool cool&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nahh sonn.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: it doesn't matter, you haven't talked to her for hella days anyways&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: im still in a slump.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i havent even gone to college yet.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck, im a loser. ;/&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: por que? still dating that girl in the funny farm?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck nahh&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she got out though.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: shes alright.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: we talk sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: not often.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she moved a good distance away.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: oh well&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: it happens&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: mm.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i dont care much&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she turned out to be a reaaaall pain in the ass in the end&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: I'll bet...&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: what was she in for?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she 'tried to kill herself'.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: ...&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: she did it for attention?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ehh she was pretty fucked up&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: mgihtve just been her&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but yeh.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: that too.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so what else are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: still friends with that girl? alana or something.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nahh.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: well.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: we dont hang out at all really.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: we kinda went seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: she went to a different school, etc.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: oh. right.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: what about that other guy?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: stash?!11&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: si&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck, he was the man. lmao&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: he left too.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: a while back.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: seems like everyones all set to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and im not.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: wow. no offense. but that makes you kind of a loser&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nah sonn.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: it doesnt matter?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: you make new friends&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: I have a decent job, and im still pretty good at guitar&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ill go to school soon, im actually planning on it in august.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: that's good&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: what school?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: well, seeing as im pretty positive i want to take psychology, i chose Northeast technical insitute. lol&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: its nothing fancy&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: its in a town about 2 hours away from rme right now.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: where do you live again?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: MA.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: now I remember&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: I forgot a lot about you&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: because you're never on.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: why not?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: well its pointless. i can drive, so i just go out to see my friends instead. lol&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: gotcha&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: sorry i'm like interrogating you&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: it's not meant to sound that way.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nah its cool.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: if im uncomfortable, i wont answer. ;P&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so if I ask you about your sex life...? &lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: hahaha just kidding&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: my sexlife is fiiine.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: not this month though.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but it will be soonh.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: *soon.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: just kidding normally doesn't require an answer&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: but okay&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: well i didnt want you to think im a 19 yr old virgin. (;&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: I know&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: this may or may not be answerable&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: are you straight?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: because I think I remember something about&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ive been bi in the past&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: liking a boy&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but now im full on straightttt.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: ...&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: how do you just change like that&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i was a cofnused little 16 yr old boy?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i'm hella jealous&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: Sooo sick of being called a dyke.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: my little sis is bi.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and shes not like&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: trendy bi.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: shes like.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: picky, but bi.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: ahhh I can't stand boys&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: no offense&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: most of the time we suck.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: (;&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: no fucking kidding&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so do you ever talk to her anymore?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nahh&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: thats why i asked how she was&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: oh yeah, I do recall now&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: too bad, she's way cool&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i know.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: or assume.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you should strike up a convo&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: do you have a myspace?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: or facebook?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i dont use IM.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: so their even more pointless.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: too badddd&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: didn't you meet her on like&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: neo?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: XD&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: yahhh.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: very "confused 16 year old boy" of you.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: shut up.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: neo pets was fun.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: before it ogt all gay.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: it still is&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: *got&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: once you get past the ads and shit&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: like I still log on occasionally to play destructo&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ahh&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: send me money and ill make an account&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: psh fuck no&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fine you whore.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you're the one with the job, hombre&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: so?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck, im not wasting my money on neopets.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: when i could be buying GTA.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you don't have to pay to make an account, dork&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: yeah its the money i want.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i'm raising my eyebrows at you.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: just use your old account&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: and I'll challenge you at destructo&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: =]&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i cant remember shit that old&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i could hardly log into this.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so then&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: why did you?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: because i was boredddd. christ your nosey.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: ...&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i was only wondering&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: k&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i chopped my hair all off.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: send me a picture &lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: mmh.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fine.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but its not the best.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: :/&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: its from when i broke my nose.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: haha how?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: around here we have these giant department stores called BJs&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and i was high.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and i was running around.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and i smashed face first into a metal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: stfu, i dont wanan hear it.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you're cool&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: lol&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: do you wanna see the 'cute' one, so says my friend Kaila, which i find really kinda funny looking, or the not so good one, but im kinda normal?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: both have the broken nose though.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i have like&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: nothing/&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: just send me both them&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: of them&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i sold my camera. D;&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: if you fucking say im ugly, ill smack you hoe.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: aiight?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: gangsta g.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: too bad you can't actually smack me&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: http://i25.tinypic.com/11v1yj6.jpg&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: haha lemme see the other one :'&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: I mean :]&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fine&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: hold on.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: fankyou&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: this one isnt exactly 'hottie' material either. ;P&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and my hairs grown about an inch and a half or so since this was taken&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: plus my nose has healed&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: :p&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: okay&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: http://i29.tinypic.com/5apaq9.jpg&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: which one did kaila like?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: the little one&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: with my fucking retarded pout.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: shes so gay.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so when was this?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: 2 monthes ago i think? maybe a little more&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you don't look 19.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: sorry?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i'm just saying&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: you look way young lol&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: thus why I have an ID. (;&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: haha I guessss&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: its the short hair.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: trust me&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;/&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: it was way long&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: for a while.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and people say with my shorter hair i look younger.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i'm going to be honest, i don't remember what you look like at all.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: or looked like&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ...second thought.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i looked even younger with long hair.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;/&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: send me one with long hair XD&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: alright.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but its like.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ATLEAST&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: a year old.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: and then thats all you get.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: psh fine&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: http://i25.tinypic.com/213iqz8.jpg&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i had it even longer than that around last october.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: haha.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: no comment?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: lmao&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: am i that hideous.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: haha no sorry&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: she actually just called&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: so i'm a tiny bit distracted&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ill go.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;x&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: nah don't&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i have work early anyway.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: where?&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: we're off the phone now btw&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: you'll laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: no I won'tttttt&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i mean, I will&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: but not in a mean way&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: im the manager at a dennys resteraunt. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: but its not terrible.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i mean christ.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i could be just a wroker.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: *worker&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: so stfu.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: i know dude&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: i hafta go though&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: do you have to wear an apron?&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: im fucking tiiired.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: this ist he last time i sign on here.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;/&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: aw I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: go sleep &lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: damn right your sorry.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: ;P&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: kiss my feet, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick: night.&lt;br /&gt;soapsucker omg: night hoe&lt;br /&gt;doctorIMsick signed off at 8:18:51 PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1980504049460551205?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7662538295430549027</id><published>2008-04-19T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:13:57.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep it all away.</title><content type='html'>"Something is changing inside of me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been knitting a lot more and all I want is to clean up and vacuum and write raps.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest combination ever.&lt;br /&gt;Worse than David's pickle and mustard sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I'm doodling David right now.&lt;br /&gt;But only because I've already vacuumed and written a rap and my knitting is in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so peculiar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7662538295430549027?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7662538295430549027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7662538295430549027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7662538295430549027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7662538295430549027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/sleep-it-all-away.html' title='sleep it all away.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-2125836736226851743</id><published>2008-04-13T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:56:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't deconstruct.</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my room today.&lt;br /&gt;It took about 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Rilo Kileys Takeoffs and Landings album at least 5 times, and my Chaplain CD once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever been inside my bedroom before, you may recall it being difficult to walk through, with a desk with junk piled sky high, a chair you can't even sit in because it's covered with sweatshirts, a corner of more junk, stupid drawings and epic photographs on the walls. Among other things. Only the photos remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with the corner. I filled a garbage bag with bullshit and found 7 unused gift cards. I found my stuffed cat that I got when I was 4. I (lovingly) threw her into the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;The desk was next. That took a really long time. I first had to go through the three drawers and get rid of the crap in there. Then I moved on to the mount rainier of the 408. I got rid of a lot of useless crap, and some useful stuff that just took up too much space. I called my brother in and we moved my desk perpendicular to where it was before. It's now up against the wall instead of sticking out, and it's a lot more space efficient. I intend to use it for sewing, not homework.&lt;br /&gt;Bookshelf. It wasn't too hard, I just got rid of the stuff that wasn't books, and cleared off the top. Threw away some of that junk. It was very dusty. I found lots of stuff to sell at a garage sale, too.&lt;br /&gt;I moved on to the top of my dresser. lots of useless old stuff, so that all went to ze trashbags. I found maybe 200 mardi gras bead strings. Not kidding. If anyone has any idea what to do with them, please tell me, because I'm totally stumped.&lt;br /&gt;I vacuumed the room next, and then organized everything else. You know, all the little stuff. It looks a lot nicer now, and way less embarrassing. It'll probably last a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to share with you the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;easiest recipe for Nachos ever&lt;/span&gt;. And they're tasty.&lt;br /&gt;you will need your favorite:&lt;br /&gt;- Chips&lt;br /&gt;- Canned chili &lt;br /&gt;- Mexican blend of shredded cheeses &lt;br /&gt;(or cheddar)&lt;br /&gt;- Salsa&lt;br /&gt;1. Put a layer of chips on a big platter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover with some cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3. Then as much chili as you want.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then more cheese!&lt;br /&gt;5. Microwave for about 2 and a half minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dollop some salsa on.&lt;br /&gt;7. munchmunchmunch&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I hate sour cream. I mean, I don't really HATE it, because I don't actually hate anything, but I don't like it. If you like it, you can put some on too with the salsa. And also, you can use any kind of chili. Vegetarian, turkey, bean, beef, whatever. It doesn't even have to be canned. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ ew. school tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-2125836736226851743?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2125836736226851743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=2125836736226851743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2125836736226851743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2125836736226851743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/don.html' title='Don&apos;t deconstruct.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1330735801389684297</id><published>2008-04-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:20:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hanging up now.</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything about Ketamine.&lt;br /&gt;I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;I've just spent forever researching it, so if there's anything you EVER want to know about it, just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you an overview, but I'm a little busy right now. I have to finish my Biology homework, but I promise I'll post an in depth, enlightening overview for you in my Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've discored a noise I can make with my fingers. it's very hollow sounding and it makes me giddy because it's new to me. I'll show you if you ask, but you probably won't find it as exciting as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;this is my 60th post on What She Said. Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1330735801389684297?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1330735801389684297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1330735801389684297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1330735801389684297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1330735801389684297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-hanging-up-now.html' title='I&apos;m hanging up now.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3064864857628726075</id><published>2008-04-10T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:21:04.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an intervention.</title><content type='html'>I saw a cool movie tonight at the DeFrank. It was called Beautiful Boxer and it was about a Muaythai boxer who was a transvestite. Based on a true story. &lt;br /&gt;We googled pictures of the real boxer after wards.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger doesn't really like pictures so you won't be able to see it if I post it, but I'll put this on my LJ so you can see the whole thing if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a stroll across the street to Chipotle. who was giving out free burritos. and now my uncle's here for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day ever?&lt;br /&gt;no. but pretty close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3064864857628726075?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3064864857628726075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3064864857628726075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3064864857628726075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3064864857628726075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-intervention.html' title='This is an intervention.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-206702307057109411</id><published>2008-04-08T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:53:44.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The List.</title><content type='html'>I discover some cool websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.instructables.com&lt;br /&gt;www.threadbanger.com&lt;br /&gt;www.stylemob.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was just today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll keep updating this post.&lt;br /&gt;keep track of all the websites I'll love for a week and then forget about if I don't post 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-206702307057109411?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/206702307057109411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=206702307057109411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/206702307057109411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/206702307057109411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/list.html' title='The List.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1916315029845584571</id><published>2008-04-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:52:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of dealing with procrastinators and I'm sick of feeling sorry for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me say I want to be a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I posted a blog about trying to be more funny and now I'm totally getting serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people laugh at things I say but that's probably because they think I'm dumb or something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make jokes. and I'm going to make jokes for a living. And I'll tour the world telling jokes in english and I'll be famous and the people in ukraine who don't even speak english will come to my performances anyways because i'm faamous. And I'll be off the hook for being funny that one night in Ukraine because that's a waste of jokes if nobody can understand them.&lt;br /&gt;But at least i'll get to go to Ukraine, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still waiting for those clothes to work on, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;Read my blog from a few days ago, it explains what I'll be doing with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1916315029845584571?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1916315029845584571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1916315029845584571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1916315029845584571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1916315029845584571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/bananas.html' title='Bananas.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-5078785996486575959</id><published>2008-04-06T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:12:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;A TARGET="_blank" href="http://www.dayofsilence.org"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dayofsilence.org/img/dos_b2.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please participate.&lt;br /&gt;Click the picture to learn more about it, and ask me if you have any questions.&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to make the day of silence really good at our school. &lt;br /&gt;But unless you participate...it really won't work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-5078785996486575959?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5078785996486575959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=5078785996486575959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5078785996486575959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5078785996486575959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/shhh.html' title='Shhh.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3228997066623875099</id><published>2008-04-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:03:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted:</title><content type='html'>Any boys reading my blog?&lt;br /&gt;If you have old clothes that still fit you, but you don't like them anymore, give them to me so I can revamp them and I'll give them back.&lt;br /&gt;first five are free. Then they'll be like 5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'll be charging is because I have to but buttons and pabric paint and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But basically, I want to work on menswear.&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't like what I come up with after I have worked on it, it's okay, because you didn't really like it in the first place anyways, right?&lt;br /&gt;(that's why you gave it to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comment this blog, text me, call me, myspace me, do whatever if you want me to revamp your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3228997066623875099?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3228997066623875099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3228997066623875099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3228997066623875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3228997066623875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanted.html' title='Wanted:'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7375225873454590399</id><published>2008-04-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:01:39.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can have it all</title><content type='html'>I think it's weird when people who aren't really my friends know my name.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only person who observed names, but sometimes some random kid in my english class says my name and I go "huh? how do you know my name?" and I think I offend them.&lt;br /&gt;This has happened with Armeen and Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Webber read my blog the other day. I don't quite remember, but she may have asked me to mention her again. So I'm mentioning Lauren Webber. Today she made a sign that said 3 on it because our algebra teacher just WOULDN'T LISTEN. So she held it up and waved it around and our teacher got the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSA summit tonight. I don't want to be the only one from my school again, but I will be. It's tre unfortunate. My GSA is a bunch of trou du cul's. That means asshole in french. but they actually aren't assholes. They just can't make it to the defrank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Oaf was a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7375225873454590399?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7375225873454590399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7375225873454590399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7375225873454590399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7375225873454590399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-can-have-it-all.html' title='You can have it all'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7551768012197313844</id><published>2008-03-31T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:43:51.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe if I don't blink...</title><content type='html'>So today in health we were taking notes about smoking and Miss Patel decided to show us some smoking videos on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;Lauren Webber and Aaron Petty told her about those "sunny side of the truth" commercials, with the songs and the cartoons, so she searched them, the "type" one and the "magical amount" one.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But it is kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told my LJ readers (nobody) I downloaded Limewire yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite get it at first, but now I totally do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really illegal, but that shit's hella cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7551768012197313844?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7551768012197313844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7551768012197313844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7551768012197313844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7551768012197313844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-if-i-dont-blink.html' title='Maybe if I don&apos;t blink...'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7336086072170517211</id><published>2008-03-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:04:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred feather</title><content type='html'>so i guess people do read my blog. But that's okay because it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a rap and I was going to post it so I had it on both computers without emailing it to myself, but depending on my readers, i may take it down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to tell you who it's about.&lt;br /&gt;But the geniuses will be able to figure it out. and maybe even non-geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;So here we are. It's a work in progress, and I tweak it at least every few hours. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;And if you guess who it is, please don't use the name in a comment. Just in case, you know?&lt;br /&gt;This is probably coming down. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse one:&lt;br /&gt;Man, I used to want to hug you&lt;br /&gt;And make sure you never cry&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn’t let me try.&lt;br /&gt;And then you didn’t tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;All I know for sure is that &lt;br /&gt;You didn’t want anything to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I found it to be&lt;br /&gt;Something that got to an intolerable degree.&lt;br /&gt;You really ticked me off&lt;br /&gt;One minute all friendly, and the next was “fuck off”.&lt;br /&gt;You only had one thing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;And I know fucking what.&lt;br /&gt;It was a girl&lt;br /&gt;And she fucking made you cut.&lt;br /&gt;She’s a great person, yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But you were so fucking stubborn, that you couldn’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.&lt;br /&gt;But only because I can't get in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Just know I always hated to love you best. &lt;br /&gt;And send your smile my regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse two:&lt;br /&gt;And now.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I’m spending way too much time.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting here stringing together words that rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;And hoping it turns out at least a little okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I didn’t just waste a good chunk of my day.&lt;br /&gt;It always felt like I didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;But now, you’re not there&lt;br /&gt;It’s all stressful air, and I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Just like maybe if I reach out, I can steal it.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe toss it out the door&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally throw it on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Like “oops, there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;The bullshit that everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn’t reappear.&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m kind of glad it isn’t still here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you know, I wish you dead.&lt;br /&gt;But only because I can't get in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Just know I always hated to love you best. &lt;br /&gt;And send your smile my regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i'm headed to a volleyball game tomorrow morning and then babysitting that afternoon. Then I'm going to a show that night (probably). Anyone want to come?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I'm babysitting and then going to the mall with shelby. What do you have planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lArTL0d4cE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lArTL0d4cE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7336086072170517211?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7336086072170517211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7336086072170517211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7336086072170517211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7336086072170517211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/sacred-feather.html' title='Sacred feather'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-757087891041644930</id><published>2008-03-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:19:10.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eggie bread.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention, I hit the big 5-oh yesterday. 51 posts. nice. &lt;br /&gt;I doodled Vanessa Carlton from the white houses video. &lt;br /&gt;It's her same outfit but she's way skinnier in the picture. Probably because I was watching Americas Next Top Model at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b312/supersnix/VC062-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually on white paper, though, not blue.&lt;br /&gt;Damn cameras, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-757087891041644930?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/757087891041644930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=757087891041644930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/757087891041644930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/757087891041644930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/eggie-bread.html' title='eggie bread.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-6061890442140257013</id><published>2008-03-21T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:09:29.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miserableosity.</title><content type='html'>If you look up miserableosity, in a dictionary, you won't find it because it's not a word, but if you ask me about it, I'll tell my that my bat mitzvah was the epitome of miserableosity.&lt;br /&gt;The day started out okay. my hair was poofy, I had a stupid pair of pants on, and my mom made me wear ugly purple eyeshadow. The night before, I had helped set up my party. I was up pretty late, but whatever, yeah? I get to the temple. Adira was the first to arrive. My photographer was there. She was about three feet tall or something and her pictures were ugly but she was there. She snapped some shots of me with my friends and then we had family pictures. Yawn. &lt;br /&gt;My service was the normal boring service. My grandma couldn't pronounce "tikkun olam" and I didn't say my speches loud enough. I froze up on my torah portion, so the the cantor had to feed me the words, whispering through the poof that was my head from behind me. Everyone swore I did wonderfully. I had a little luncheon after the service with some really tasty bagels and manechewitz. We all thought we were totally badass because we drank 14 of those teeny tiny cups of barely fermented wine.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, torie came over. I changed out of my stupid outfit and got into some jammie. We went to the park with my guitar for a bit and then decided to get back to the house to get ready. I changed into my uglyass blue dress. My hair wouldn't cooperate, so I had ugly hair. I guess I put it up in a clip or something. I drew a little heart on my face with eyeliner. Like I said, we all thought we were badass. &lt;br /&gt;We got there. Things were okay. Some people were totally lame and didn't show up. Some people were really lame because they showed up in ratty jeans and ripped shirts.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great. My DJ sucked. My friends were, for the most part, fine. My photographer, damn her, was back again.&lt;br /&gt;My ex came and crashed. This was especially bad because I still had MAJOR feelings for her and my best friends ditched me the whole night to hang out with her and her friends. I cried in the bathroom at my own bat mitzvah while everyone was inside dancing to my stupid DJ wondering where I was. My candle lighting ceremony was miserable. We didn't know that you were supposed to pick out music to play in the background before the party, so it was lame. My best friend didn't come in for the candle lighting. It wasn't cool enough, I guess. I cried more. Adira and India comforted me and Misti got mad at me for not spending time with my other guests.&lt;br /&gt;People ask me why I still reflect on my bat mitzvah. I guess it's because everyone always talks about how wonderful theirs was. It's not like a birthday party that went bad. This is a once in a lifetime thing, religious-wise and otherwise. It really upset me that my once in a lifetime event that was supposed to be wonderful was the worst night of my life. Truly honestly, I can't think of a night, or even a day, that was worse than that. Not even when I was puking my lungs out or the night when my cat died.&lt;br /&gt;I only have one picture on my computer from my bat mitzvah. It's from my sisters myspace. I just don't want to remember any more of my bat mitzvah than necessary. Besides, like I said, my photographer sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://b0.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00588/08/75/588485780_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 25th, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-6061890442140257013?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6061890442140257013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=6061890442140257013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6061890442140257013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6061890442140257013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/miserableosity.html' title='miserableosity.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-5316172749124897268</id><published>2008-03-21T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:52:14.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sgt. Pepper.</title><content type='html'>I think that if I wrote a suicide note in this blog, nobody would read it. or care. Normally that wouldn't bug me, because I can write whatever I want, but now it's really starting to tick me off. The fact that nobody cares, I mean. Not the "nobody reads my blog" thing. And I'm not going to write a suicide note you guys. I'm only trying to make a point. This whole week people haven't been listening to what I say. Yesterday was really painful, actually. In the span of 20 minutes three people had either ignored me or couldn't hear me. It definitely upset me. and today a friend forgot about our plans, so now I'm stuck with my brothers all night. That's really not fun. My brothers hate each other, so they yell at each other, and then my mom yells at them, and I can never get any fucking quiet to do anything, like read or play guitar or work on my novel. I apologize to her for getting upset about being put in this situation. Is there something wrong with me? Yes. There certainly is.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I let people ignore what I'm saying? Why do I let people screw up my plans? Why do I always give people the benefit of the doubt? Why has nothing changed? Ever?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, I'm a little bit misty-eyed right now.but why? I had the best night for a long time last night. I got to meet Vanessa Carlton again. She gave me a hug and signed a poster and she was nice to me. She didn't ignore what I say. I think the reason I'm upset is that even though a person I really admire cared (if only for a moment), some people in my life every day don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I don't want to dwell on this and I don't want to be perceived as a whiny teenage girl who's upset because she didn't get all the attention all fucking day. I really don't think i'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other sucky news, my pictures from the vanessa carlton concert last night aren't on the mix 106.5 website, but the people who went right ahead of us had their pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;This fucking blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-5316172749124897268?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5316172749124897268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=5316172749124897268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5316172749124897268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5316172749124897268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/sgt-pepper.html' title='Sgt. Pepper.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7643168571413346046</id><published>2008-03-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:17:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter, P.F. Changs!</title><content type='html'>I love to blog. I loooove to blog. I love it. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;The blogging process:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go all day going nuts because you have to say something but you don't know what or how.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit down at the computer and realize you don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start typing. Something will come out, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;4. End up saying far too much. Good job, you look stupid. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hit post and watch the comments fly in (this is sarcasm. as we've observed in the past, nobody reads my blog anymore. We've also explored the pros and cons. The pros are that I can really say anything I want and get no shit for it. The cons are that I feel unloved and I feel like i'm wasting time typing shit out that nobody cares about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to P.F. Changs for the first time ever ever ever. They have incredible lettuce wraps and really good beef with broccoli. I drew an easter cartoon and doodled on the leftover bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you recall my promise to post a picture in every post from now on? hahahahaha. We've also learned from the past that when I promise things, I forget. I don't mean to, but I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a735.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_6870a409b860c960a16587cb4f96082e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armeen got a haircut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7643168571413346046?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7643168571413346046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7643168571413346046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7643168571413346046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7643168571413346046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-pf-changs.html' title='Happy Easter, P.F. Changs!'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7792669461754213156</id><published>2008-03-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:27:33.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shm00fie.</title><content type='html'>In the span of 35 hours, I've written 1 and a half raps.&lt;br /&gt;One was about Ryan Flemming, Torie and I wrote it mostly as a joke on the bus ride home so we didn't have to go insane and because the Game Plan is a stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote one verse of a rap about five minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's not that I didn't have anything else to do. It's that I had something to say.&lt;br /&gt;It needs a chorus but now is when I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read it, I'll show it to you, but I don't want to put it up here because I don't want anyone judging me by my rap. I mean, I'm not a good rapper. I'm a 15 year old white girl from Los Gatos. And I don't want this person to know I wrote it. This person doesn't even read my blog. This person doesn't even give a shit about me. I just don't want to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, camp roberts was incredible. It met the normal expectations, everything sucking up until the end, where you realize it absolutely did NOT suck. But that's how a lot of things are. I met some cool people. I learned some cool things. I ate some crappy food. In other words, it was pretty much pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more other news, Brian was right. The shooting didn't happen. What a waste of three days. Two of them were spent sick and one was spent staying home from a hoax. While the people at school played hangman and watched Rob and Big, I stayed home sewing and watching chick flicks, which are stupid, for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a replacement iPod for the one that got stolen during finals week. This time I promised that if it got stolen again, I'd punch everyone with a silver iPod classic in the face and then steal it out of their hands. I'd get a lot of iPods, and two of them would be bound to be mine. Then I'd give the others back. But, I mean, I know I'll forget who owns them, so I'd probably just keep the two that are mine, donate one to my schools GSA, and then give the rest to an orphanage. But, you know, hopefully it just won't get stolen so I  don't have to play Robin Hood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7792669461754213156?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7792669461754213156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7792669461754213156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7792669461754213156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7792669461754213156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/shm00fie.html' title='Shm00fie.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3728365110146991306</id><published>2008-03-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:27:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/12/08</title><content type='html'>School shooting tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;most of us are pretty scared right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3728365110146991306?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3728365110146991306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3728365110146991306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3728365110146991306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3728365110146991306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/31208.html' title='3/12/08'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-5336279432665741168</id><published>2008-03-09T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:05:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France: Security Council</title><content type='html'>This is the &lt;strong&gt;ultimate list of things to pack for camp-like events&lt;/strong&gt;. for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of doing it all in spanish, but then I decided I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;-Razors + shaving cream&lt;br /&gt;-Shampoo, Conditioner&lt;br /&gt;-Bar of soap, in a little case thing&lt;br /&gt;-Loooooofa&lt;br /&gt;-Towel&lt;br /&gt;-Bathing suit + flip flops&lt;br /&gt;-Shower mat (depends how clean facilities are)&lt;br /&gt;-facewash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bathroom stuff:&lt;br /&gt;-Toothbrush + toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;-Hair product&lt;br /&gt;-Minimal makeup&lt;br /&gt;-Any face or body creams/gels/lotions&lt;br /&gt;-Hairpins/hairties&lt;br /&gt;-Blowdryer/straightener (ehh, perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;-Deoderant&lt;br /&gt;-Q-tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping stuff:&lt;br /&gt;-Pillow &lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;-Bedsheet&lt;br /&gt;-Stuffed elephant (duh)&lt;br /&gt;-Boxorz, sweatpants, tee shirt etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing:&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the weather and how long you'll be gone, but EXTRA SOCKS are a must, and a sweater. jeans of course. Shirts, mustn't go topless. Unless it's a nudie camp. Sounds like oodles of fun. Naked girls, yeahhhh. hahaha. And comfy shoes. Or uncomfy shoes. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other:&lt;br /&gt;-Flashlight&lt;br /&gt;-Pencils/pens&lt;br /&gt;-Notebook&lt;br /&gt;-Granola bar :]&lt;br /&gt;-Bag&lt;br /&gt;-Camera&lt;br /&gt;-iPod/cell phone/cell phone charger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably forgetting something, so if you have any suggestions of stuff to add, leave a comment on this post. Don't forget, you DO NOT need an account to leave a comment! Just submit it anonymously, and then leave your name along with the comment so I know who you are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-5336279432665741168?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5336279432665741168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=5336279432665741168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5336279432665741168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5336279432665741168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/france-security-council.html' title='France: Security Council'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1290690138676008083</id><published>2008-03-05T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:46:30.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Darcy, Darcy.</title><content type='html'>So, why is it that the more free time I have, the fewer blogs I post? It's almost embarrassing. Blogging is my THING, yo. and I'm totally neglecting it. It's like not feeding the last giant panda left in the world or something. &lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me? not much to be honest. Even though, I probably couldn't tell you everything that happened since the last blog I posted. I could try, though, and probably get the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;February 28th was the day i posted my last blog. it was a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Clean house. Blow 40 bucks at Joanns fabrics. Spend the night at Tories. Write and trash one and a half songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: Wake up in tories bed. McDonalds, gardening, guitar in a drained pool. Babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: A day. Not much really. School. Watch Medium at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;: B day. Go to 5th period but totally skip the rest of the day. I met a cool chick in the health office.&lt;br /&gt;which brings us to today, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;First Period, Health. I watched the end of A Beautiful Mind and did some book work. During the movie, I whipped out my incredible box of 50 colored pencils and doodled on my spanish notebook. it's beautiful now.&lt;br /&gt;Second period, Band. Reichert still isn't back. Those who haven't been counting, he hasn't been at school since Monday. We had another free period, but with a different sub. I finally understand the whole multiple allele thing for Bio, thanks to Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. I spent it with Shelby and Anne figuring out our jump rope routine for PE the next day and trying to find Annes new love interest. Shelby wouldn't shut up about Vanessa Carlton more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Third period, Spanish. we had a test. It was tre easy. Except tre is french, not spanish. hardy har. Audri colored with my colored pencils.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period, Biology. We had a quiz on multiple alleles. I used my newly acquired ESP and mind-message-sending skills to thank Jenna for teaching me. I totally aced it.&lt;br /&gt;I walked Annie to Badminton practice, which I'm planning on joining now that I have more free time. That cool girl i met in the health office was there but I don't think she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;I came home. homework blah blah blah dinner blah blah blah UMS band concert blah blah blah. and now I'm here, blogging. The season finale of project runway is on soon. Yee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1290690138676008083?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1290690138676008083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1290690138676008083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1290690138676008083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1290690138676008083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-darcy-darcy.html' title='Oh Darcy, Darcy.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3126730107631910258</id><published>2008-02-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:48:14.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>will turner.</title><content type='html'>Winter percussion is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;Health. Go to computer lab to research mental disorders.&lt;br /&gt;Band. Basically a free period. Spent the whole time outside talking about penises and quizzing people in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;GSA meeting at lunch. total failure.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish. we had a sub and did almost nothnig all period. never a happier day in espanol.&lt;br /&gt;After school. starting to feel sick. shit. I need to go vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Winter Percussion meeting in bandroom. Tense air and awkward silences. Offensve statements and persistant questions.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sick still. shit.&lt;br /&gt;Catch the last 30 minutes of Bio. Some sort of lab involving fake blood.&lt;br /&gt;Go home. Bowl of soup. Homework.&lt;br /&gt;DeFrank movie nightt. Rick and Steve, Dana and Kirsten, Chuck and Evan. Make gay stickers and text Shauns girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Home. Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have a will Turner sticker on my left wrist. It's BA, to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3126730107631910258?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3126730107631910258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3126730107631910258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3126730107631910258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3126730107631910258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-turner.html' title='will turner.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8063557328805643578</id><published>2008-02-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:34:25.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire garden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEFORE YOU READ THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note that most of the time I don't really mean this. I don't mean to hurt anyone by saying this, I'm just trying to get my feelings the fuck OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention LHS drumline and (maybe) drum staff:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freshman. and I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;but just because I'm a frosh, don't assume I'm an immature useless member.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best marcher. and I'm just okay drumming wise.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying my fucking best.&lt;br /&gt;Every rehearsal I walk out of there totally wiped because I'm working as fucking hard as I can.&lt;br /&gt;And stop treating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as much a member as you guys.&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off how you guys make fun of me and laugh at me because i'm trying to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I ask a fucking question. Just grow the fuck up and answer it. Don't ignore it. at least I'm making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;you guys piss me off because i'm giving up all my fucking time for this thing that I didn't even really want to do but I did because you guys needed more bodies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad none of you are going to end up reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's just that freshmans blog, it doesn't matter, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I never thought that calling me a Bag Of Shit was funny. B.O.S. is a sucky nickname and I hate the bitter undertones of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8063557328805643578?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8063557328805643578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8063557328805643578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8063557328805643578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8063557328805643578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/fire-garden.html' title='Fire garden.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8575187275267231228</id><published>2008-02-10T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:21:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live without warning.</title><content type='html'>So ask me what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, you don't need to ask, i'll tell you! that's what blogs are for, goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up and wanted breakfast, but we didn't have any milk. So I had a bowl of plain cinnamon toast crunch. watched a bit of a movie. myspaced. took out recycling, cleaned cat litter. blahblah. I was home alone at 3 so I watched a bit of epic movie and did some homework. I'd never seen epic movie before. it's dumb. Took a shower and some tylenol. Tylenol didn't do much, I still have a monster headache. I was so bored after my shower dude. I went through my drum music and drew lines where new sets began. I drew a picture on graph paprer of my sets, kind of like connect the dots, with the number of counts each move one. I went through all my CDs. I found 6 or 7 of my beatles CDs and played a bit of each song to see which ones I knew all the words to. I know almost all of them, of course. I ate a candy cane. I drew a fennec fox with pastels and markers and I wrote the date in pencil. by this time my dad and brothers get home. i installed a new keyboard and now, here I am. I decided that from now on, every blog is going to contain some sort of picture. If I had one right now, I'd put a picture of that fox I drew, but I don't have a picture of it. so next time, I'll show you all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I found my birthday check from a year ago from my grandma today. never give me checks, my friend. I lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s22.photobucket.com/albums/b312/supersnix/?action=view&amp;current=fox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b312/supersnix/fox.jpg" border="0" alt="fox"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8575187275267231228?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8575187275267231228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8575187275267231228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8575187275267231228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8575187275267231228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-without-warning.html' title='live without warning.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4617985576254664311</id><published>2008-02-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:26:22.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platinum blonde life.</title><content type='html'>So, it really ticks me off how gay boys are every straight girls little plaything.&lt;br /&gt;It's like "ooh. I'm going to the mall with my gay boy and we're going to search for hot boys."&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, just because they like the same gender as you, doesn't mean you can just treat them like a toy.&lt;br /&gt;"aww, look how cute my little gay boy is!"&lt;br /&gt;Gay boys are people too.&lt;br /&gt;ATTN GAY BOYS:&lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you guys have that only like you because you can "gossip about hotties"?&lt;br /&gt;how many friends do you have that are real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay boys are people.&lt;br /&gt;TREAT THEM LIKE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4617985576254664311?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4617985576254664311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4617985576254664311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4617985576254664311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4617985576254664311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/platinum-blonde-life.html' title='Platinum blonde life.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3795726591136366166</id><published>2008-02-07T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:55:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsex me.</title><content type='html'>So recently I've been hating life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just as it starts getting good, something pops up that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I fully realize I don't sound like myself, and I sound more or less like the emo kid I was mid-seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;But, really.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Macbeth, cuddling, and drumline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3795726591136366166?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3795726591136366166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3795726591136366166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3795726591136366166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3795726591136366166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/unsex-me.html' title='Unsex me.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4599510189688356449</id><published>2008-02-02T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:31:15.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scherzino.</title><content type='html'>I feel I simply must rant about my God-awful day.&lt;br /&gt;still saving up for my iPod that fucking got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - leave Shelbys duct tape club party to set up for the crab feed. &lt;br /&gt;4:15 pm - lift heavy boxes and wheel them from the bandroom to the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm - help Benjamin tape the lighthouse to the poles. mount lights.&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm - go out to dinner with Jacque, Jordan, Connor, Misti, Kerry, and Cindi.&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm - get home. Not tired. get on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;1:00 am - sign off AIM. Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am - wake up, kind of fall asleep. ish.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am - wake up, kind of fall asleep. ish.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - wake up, give up on trying to fall asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am - Shower. get a call from Scott. "Come in to your wind ensemble audition as soon as possible". Warm up a bit. Spazz.&lt;br /&gt;10:00 am - Audition. Go out to breakfast with mom. Wait around Office Max FOREVER for the stupid programs to be done. Go to Lisa Marshiks place only to find that the stupid auction baskets have already been loaded and are on the way to the school, even though she could have told us on the phone a couple minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;12:20 pm - arrive at school. Dick around a bit. Place pencils next to auction sign up sheets. pour cocktail sauce into little cups. &lt;br /&gt;2:30 pm - freak out about a missing table. &lt;br /&gt;3:45 pm - do my makeup, find that my shirt is extremely revealing and my zipper on my pants broke. go on a mission to find a safety pin for my pants and an undershirt. don't find them. freak out.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 pm - people get there. steal an undershirt off max's body.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 pm - serve my table. fuck ,I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - people are starting to tell me I look stoned. Max laughs at me whenever he walks past. I'm clearly very tired. Still serving my table.&lt;br /&gt;8:45 pm - Take a small break. Find that Caitlyn split my tip jar. I spent all fucking day at that damn school and I make 11 dollars. Drink my 8th diet coke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm - can't take it anymore. Caffeine hasn't even kicked in. Falling asleep on my mothers shoulder. insist I come home.&lt;br /&gt;9:15 pm - caffeine kicks in. I'm no longer tired.&lt;br /&gt;11:26 pm - still. not. fucking. tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4599510189688356449?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4599510189688356449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4599510189688356449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4599510189688356449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4599510189688356449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/02/scherzino.html' title='Scherzino.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4221260241278761106</id><published>2008-01-27T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:38:48.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PX625A</title><content type='html'>Los examenes fue muy facil. I think I did pretty good at english, I really didn't need to know much about TKMB anyways. Spanish had 140 questions. To quote a friend of mine, "gag me with a spoon." (to be honest, I think the last time she said that religiously was a year and a half ago, but it stuck with me). Biology was a pain in the ass to do at 7:15 in the morning, but it's okay. I wish I knew how aeries worked so I could check my grade, because apparently, they're already up. Algebra only had 34 or so questions. Gosh. Geography was very easy because it was open notebook. Band had no finals. PE, I presented lacrosse to our class. we got 20/25 because we went over our time limit by 52 seconds, but that's only because we really knew our shit. I lost my ipod when I got back from that presentation. I was stupid enough to not lock it in the PE office. I really hope it shows up. My mother will be extremely upset with me, becuse she got it for my birthday and I lost it on my 5th day of ownership. GOSH. (I do believe it was stolen, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I watched brokeback mountain for the first time this morning. I didn't start from the beginning, because it was on TV, but if I had, I probably would have been more upset in the end than I was. It was a good movie, but people talk so slow in Texas. =[ and you know, for a movie about gay cowboys, there were an awful lot of boobs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at winter percussion I ran into two tables, Connors drum, Doug (numerous tims), and this girl Hilary. I felt really stupid, because it was all within the span of two hours. I almost threw up on our run, and I felt extra dumb because I was the last to get back. I feel useless on those runs because I'm so damn slow. I'm getting better at drumming though, and I basically have both songs memorized thus far. I just have to practice the very end of F so I really have it engrained. We got drill yesterday, which is the marching bit. It's pretty cheesy at the beginning, but it's sort of cool ish I suppose. Once we start marching, though, it gets good. there's so many things to remember. I have to be flat at the front during the buzzes, and then gonig back, I have to be...not flat. and start on my left, which always throws me off. Then I can't square off edges and I have to lift my right leg in a count and lunge in the next. And I have to stop running into doug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After winter percussion, the family came over for a birthday dinner. not much to say about that. It was our family getting together. Some awkwardness, smidgens of drama, and mature or immature jokes. (My stepmom said "that's what she said" and my uncle and I had a giggle fit for at least three minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a battery for my camera, and film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4221260241278761106?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4221260241278761106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4221260241278761106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4221260241278761106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4221260241278761106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/px625a.html' title='PX625A'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4264285369926383272</id><published>2008-01-22T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:57:20.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lerh.</title><content type='html'>I have so much to blog about, and no way to say it, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Just another unbloggable. that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote another chapter, making three.&lt;br /&gt;My single fan seems to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put more music on my ipod, which makes 216 songs, two videos, and a TV episode.&lt;br /&gt;I totally blew my 50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;50 bucks well spent, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a shot tomorrow and I have my english final first thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very concerned, I took nothing away from To Kill A Mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;People say it's a lifechanging book, but I got nothing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay, but nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Harper Lee though.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to write about a boring racist town, I'd go insane.&lt;br /&gt;She should be proud she pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;But my spanish final tomorrow should be superduper easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a proper date and I don't care with who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4264285369926383272?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4264285369926383272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4264285369926383272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4264285369926383272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4264285369926383272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/lerh.html' title='Lerh.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-9159046791050681392</id><published>2008-01-20T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:54:30.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dexter.</title><content type='html'>So I had a good day, right?&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking "I'm going to sleep naked tonight" because I do that when I'm in a good mood. That's a lie, I just lied to you. I do that very rarely. and by that I mean sleeping naked. Actually, when I think about it, I lie very rarely too. If I ever told you I sleep naked all the time, it was probably a lie. That would be one of the rare times I lie.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. I was having a good day and whatnot. but then I remembered we have finals next week. And I have to shave my legs. And study for biology and english. Not fun. Not fun not fun NOT FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my mom got me an iPod. So now, FINALLY, the biggest part of my life (music) can come around with me everywhere. I swear, it killed me inside when I couldn't have my music. Because good gosh, it's all I do, you know? anyways, I took all the CDs I have here at my moms and uploaded them all and bought some stuff, so I kept busy today. my day was actually really darn busy. It shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and my door was wide open. There was a walkie talkie next to my face and my clock was unplugged. the DVD player thing was gone (I was watching Blades Of Glory in the wee hours of the morning). i assume that my brother came in, unplugged the DVD player and accidentally unplugged the clock with it. He then stuck a walkie talking next to my face so it made noises at me to wake me. He then scampered out of the room to go watch The Pink Panther or something. It would not shock me if that's exactly what happened. I checked my phone. It was around 10. I got up and had breakfast. Yawn. Shower. Check e-mail. Then my mother took Jonah and I to the farmers market, leaving Noah to watch cartoons in his underwear. We return bearing pizza hut for noah, veggies, and a baguette for dinner. Noah eats. Mother takes Noah and I to Old Navy for jeans. I emerged with two pairs of jeans, three pairs of boxer briefs, and three pairs of valentine themed boxers. Yum. We come home. Mom makes me babysit Jonah   while she gets Noah a haircut. I busy myself buying shit from iTunes. This is basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really digging Chanson Des Chats right now. I wish I had more of a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-9159046791050681392?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9159046791050681392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=9159046791050681392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9159046791050681392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9159046791050681392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/dexter.html' title='dexter.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-9195565614723440829</id><published>2008-01-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:00:22.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McGuesstimations.</title><content type='html'>First off, &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; everyone for all the happy birthdays and hugs and chocolates and songs and wishes. It was really great. I thought my birthday would suck but it totally didn't. It was oodles of fun, man. I'm not going to lie and say I don't have time respond to all the birthday comments, because I do. I have LOTS of time. It's patience I'm lacking. So I'm thanking you here. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I realized that there are some things that you just can't blog about. And let me tell you, it's devastating to have something running around in my head, kicking me in the brain, and knowing I won't be able to blog about it. If I could, blogging would be the professional boxer in my brain that knocks out the stupid thing running around kicknig me in the brain previously mentioned. Maybe a better analogy would be those mucinex commercials. Annoying thing you can't blog about: Snot guy who throws football parties and complains about gettng kicked out ("Mucinex, you've ruined my beauty sleep!"). Blogging: Mucinex. Do you UNDERSTAND the CONFLICT? I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, tonight I tried those nine steps to overcome stress that I posted in my last blog. I got through steps one and two easy. I knew I was stressaed. Whoo. I can check that one off my list. Step two, stopping what I'm doing. I wasn't really doing anything anyways. Shizzam. Step three, relaxing and calming down. I took five deep breaths and decided to take a scalding hot shower. However, my shower was only scalding for about five minutes, because my brother was giving his stupid trombone a bath in the other room. I don't understand. Trombones don't even need hot water to shower. So after the water stopped being scalding, it started being freezing. So I had to rush. I may or may not still have my delicious conditioner in my hair. Well, relaxing and calming down obviously didn't work. I tried taking more deep breaths but it was too cold. So I decided to save my destressing for another day. Honestly, I don't even think it can wait. It's waited way too long enough. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrew didn't even end up baking me cookies yesterday. My first day of being 15 was SO lame. Recapping in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;1. Torie says she needs my opinion. I thought was something important so I waited for her. It was about shoes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mrs. Smiley was in a bad mood. But I guess it was okay because no matter what mood she's in she seems to like me. We found out we're going to Patel next semester. People don't like Patel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr. Reichert was...Mr. Reichert. I guess it wasn't so bad. Mai called me a "wor" because that's how she thought "W H O R E" was pronounced. bless her little asian soul. She was only joking about the whore thing, we were playing telephone. I am NOT a whore.&lt;br /&gt;4. I met my new algebra teacher. She seems nice, but she's absolutely nothing in comparison to Mr. Hernandez. It ticks me off that he's leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;5. torie said she needed to talk to me about something very important. She didn't. She just wanted to get away from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr. Cruz was being Mr. Cruz. Davy really is officially kicked out of our class. I got points taken away because the girl behind me stuck postits on her face and Kate asked me for help. Charlie got moved across the room. I am devastated.&lt;br /&gt;7. i was supposed to take my biology final today. Since I decided not to, I now have to show up on Thursday morning at 7:15 to take a test on my worst subject. After that, I head straight to Algebra and take a stupid algebra final. My second worst subject. THEN I have to present Lacrosse to my stupid PE class.&lt;br /&gt;8. UN-BLOG-ABLE. See second paragraph. you know, unless you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;9. Grandma takes us all out to dinner then forces me and Noah to go into safeway and get her cherry tomatoes and milk. I was very nearly raped. That safeway is a tough crowd.&lt;br /&gt;10. see third paragraph about trying to relax but taking a really cold shower instead.&lt;br /&gt;11. I broke down the block of writing. Writers block, haha. I wrote six more paragraphs to my story. It's coming along nicely, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still have cuts from eight days ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-9195565614723440829?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9195565614723440829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=9195565614723440829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9195565614723440829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9195565614723440829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/mcguesstimations.html' title='McGuesstimations.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7614646001720900558</id><published>2008-01-15T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:08:04.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress levels.</title><content type='html'>I attended a stress seminar tonight. mostly against my will, but it actually really helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine steps of dealing with stress:&lt;br /&gt;1. Acknowledge that you're stressed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Calm down. &lt;br /&gt;4. Think about your goal. "What do I want to happen in this situation?"&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask "can I make that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;6. List options for reaching said goal&lt;br /&gt;7. Analyze options. Choose best one.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take action.&lt;br /&gt;9. Congratulate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Andrews baking me verona cookies and getting me a light up necklace for my birthday thursday.&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7614646001720900558?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7614646001720900558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7614646001720900558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7614646001720900558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7614646001720900558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/stress-levels.html' title='stress levels.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3522267954323823041</id><published>2008-01-13T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:00:58.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only way.</title><content type='html'>I thought the only way to explain ANYTHING right now was to sample brian again.&lt;br /&gt;but then I realized that required far too much brainpower, and I can hardly spell required right now anyways. In fact, if I tried to make it through this post without hitting backspace, you probably wouldn't be able to understand a word of it. And you know what? being delirious as I am right now, I'm cracking up like mad at how awful I'm spelling everything. It's those laughs where you try to not do it but then you hurt your abs trying to contain it. so you snort and buckle over. or maybe thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all I wanted to say was to please stop making me grin uncontrollably because I'm far to busy and tired and even though it's just me here and you can't see through the computer, I'm sill super embarrassed because I'm smiling so hard. And you remind me of me and I don't remember the last time I did something like this except maybe those winter days over two years ago except the difference is that I ended up with a pretty broken heart after that and I was typing a little better and I wasn't listening to the same music and I'd probably be on the phone too, smiling without a reason, but there really is a reason and it's because I was completely in love, but now I don't think I can really be in love, I just think you're really cool and you made me smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fuck Punctuation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3522267954323823041?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3522267954323823041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3522267954323823041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3522267954323823041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3522267954323823041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-way.html' title='The only way.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4592810987231847844</id><published>2008-01-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:42:35.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busybusybusy.</title><content type='html'>So me and torie wrote a song today!&lt;br /&gt;And it's really cool. Really Really cool. Except it was a beezy to get on myspace, no joke. I had to ask a million people how to convert the files 'n shit. And I downloaded iTunes (finally I had an excuse) and it took forever but it's finally on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theeudaemonics"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally convinced I have a lisp. Honestly. Everyone tells me I don't but I always hear a darn lisp. And stuffiness. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my books today. I ordered them on new years. They took forever. =[ But now they're here so I'm happy. Sure they're ugly, but used books are cheaper and i wanted to get a bunch of okay books then like two new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how to make my week go by faster today. I just look forward to whatever I'm doing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Winter percussion, Mediums on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; Hebrew High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Winter percusssion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; DeFrank movie night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Whatever I want.&lt;br /&gt;so see? It's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is all glittery from torie spraying my backpack with peppermint glitter spray. AUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and if you leave an anonymous comment on my blogs, I appreciate it, but do you think you could say "-Insert Name Here" after the comment? I'd like to thank you personally, and it's cool to know who reads my blog. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4592810987231847844?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4592810987231847844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4592810987231847844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4592810987231847844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4592810987231847844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/busybusybusy.html' title='Busybusybusy.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8230250374296140652</id><published>2008-01-07T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:53:53.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surveys.</title><content type='html'>I'm a genius. It's not actually me who's the genius, its someone I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Basically, I figured out that a good way to develop my characters is to fill out surveys....but using their personalities instead of mine!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, I found a survey specifically meant for characters on deviantart. I'm not going to tag though because I don't know anyone on deviantart. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.&lt;br /&gt;2. make them answer the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;3. then tag three people.&lt;br /&gt;4. feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: 16&lt;br /&gt;Molly: 16&lt;br /&gt;Keith: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your height?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: 5'2&lt;br /&gt;Molly: 5'7&lt;br /&gt;Keith: 6'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Uh. Haha. No.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Uhmm, I really kind of don't want to say...&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Not since 4th grade BIATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's your mate/spouse?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Natalie Portman and Molly. They have to share. :D&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Linden&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Available. Come pounce me, chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any kids?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Do turtles count?&lt;br /&gt;Molly: I don't really think that's ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I have at least 94 or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: I basically live off of cheeseburgers.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Carrots. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your favourite ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: If there was an ice cream called Molly...&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Strawberry. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I don't like cold shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you killed anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Killed a fish once. Total accident.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Keith: It's on my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Nahh hates a really strong word, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;Molly: My mother.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have any secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: I used to let boys touch me because I couldn't get any chicks. Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Secrets are secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I cheated on my girlfriend with her sister in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Yeah, I guess I'm a sucker for Molly.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Lindens my number one.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Me. Durr. But my sisters pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your job?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: I got fired from Starbucks last week.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: I work at a preschool.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I'm a pimp. At a guitar shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: girl&lt;br /&gt;Molly: girl&lt;br /&gt;Keith: MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do to relax?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Sleep with Molly. &lt;br /&gt;Molly: Sleep with Linden.&lt;br /&gt;Keith: Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite band?&lt;br /&gt;Linden: Mirah&lt;br /&gt;Molly: Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;Keith: The Velvet Underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today sucked. I was bored out of my mind all day and I have oodles of leftover homework to do. But now I know my characters a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8230250374296140652?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8230250374296140652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8230250374296140652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8230250374296140652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8230250374296140652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/surveys.html' title='surveys.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-134682886302846976</id><published>2008-01-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:10:41.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet.</title><content type='html'>my names was the name of the day today on behindthename.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAH   f   English, Jewish, Biblical &lt;br /&gt;From the Hebrew name לֵאָה (Le'ah) which was probably derived from the Hebrew word לְאָה (le'ah) meaning "weary". Alternatively it might derive from a Chaldean name meaning "mistress" or "ruler" in Assyrian. In the Old Testament she was the first wife of Jacob and the mother of seven of his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-134682886302846976?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/134682886302846976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=134682886302846976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/134682886302846976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/134682886302846976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet.html' title='sweet.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-2910056835000901091</id><published>2008-01-03T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:40:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer storm</title><content type='html'>This is mainly for the sake of having a post that says 2008 on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I spent the night at my friends place last night. I think I forgot how stupid I can be. I was trying to spell enough outloud to her and I said "enougf". Yikes. WEll other than that, it was a fun night, because we had winter percussion practice beforehand and we learned a new excersize that night. I have it down, now, yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up, had breakfast, did Kikis makeup, and then my dad came to pick me up. We went to lunch and then went home. I played some game with my brother and then started to feel miserably sick, which sucked, because I had been planning to go to the defrank center for over a week, and tonight was the night, and DAMN, I was sick. I almost didn't go, which would have sucked. But I ended up going and I felt better. It was movie night and we saw this movie Summer Storm. It's in German and its about this rowing team who goes to a rowing camp, and they meet this other team made up of all gay peoplem, and this guy tobi realizes he's in love with his best friend from the team, but he has a girlfriend, and tobi has this chick really into him and he does this guy on the gay team lalala. But it's a really freaking good movie, in my opinion. Cinematography-wise, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Going to the defrank (finally) was cool. Thumbs up. Being sick was not. Thumbs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my cat threw up that tinsel stuff from our tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-2910056835000901091?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2910056835000901091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=2910056835000901091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2910056835000901091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2910056835000901091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2008/01/summer-storm.html' title='summer storm'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-637894231355966706</id><published>2007-12-31T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:56:26.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dos mil ocho.</title><content type='html'>Basically, I liked 2007.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't mind if it stayed a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;Not that wanting it to stay will make it stay, because duh, 365 days are up.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll kind of miss it.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, you know?&lt;br /&gt;2008 is just a number, and it's still going to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Not the SAME same, because we'll have to write 2008 at the top of our papers instead of 2007, but essentially nothing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today of all the funny things that happened this year, and it was totally by accident. Purely coincidence that it's December 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the prank calls our school bus made to the window tinting company on the ride back from Great America. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have a Kawasaki motercycle..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the owner of a private jet..."&lt;br /&gt;"Can I tint my house?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to tint YOUR car, hot stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were all the La Honda jokes. Too many to name, but they included SPARTA, guitar dots, chest hair, and Josh The Pimp. His mental disability was just a clever ruse to let him kiss and hug all the girls. (They pitied him, so he basically got the most action in camp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks, CGB. Thanks to skit night, all of the maple cabin knows ever word to the mcdonalds big mac rap. Blue Maple Oak (Blue Oak and Maple: brother/sister cabins) is also now the expert cabin(s) on all five music genres and the unforgivable vidoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, 2007 is when I got diagnosed with stupid colitis. Whatever, Asacol helps and it doesn't affect me at all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in Disneyland. Man that was fun. Our performance was good, but holy hand cream, did that choir suck. Alan and Annie and I were cursed, too. Whenever Alan was in line with us, the couple in front of us would be making out. When it was just Annie and I, they were behind us. Oh the horrors!&lt;br /&gt;"May I please have some blanket?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go blueeeee! BLUE BLUE BLUE BLUE! Blue crew whooo!"&lt;br /&gt;"Alan brought porn..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUN. Oh jeez. Such dramas. But at least we had fun. There was Royce. There was Austin. There was Jesse (Yess-Uh). There was Trevor. And of, course, there was Ryan. Well, there were two Ryans. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;"For Russias information, we don't normally kill our babies anymore..."&lt;br /&gt;"Nigeria for president!"&lt;br /&gt;"China, where you at?!" (Okay fine, that was 2006 but I feel I had to include it.)&lt;br /&gt;"Look at all the boys! They're in Durags!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ring my bell, vote for Giselle."&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone have a shaver?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-637894231355966706?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/637894231355966706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=637894231355966706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/637894231355966706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/637894231355966706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/dos-mil-ocho.html' title='dos mil ocho.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4376181295677431089</id><published>2007-12-29T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:56:02.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day lost.</title><content type='html'>So I didn't post yesterday because I figured that once you have a dream about blogging, it's time to take a day off.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I did some cool stuff yesterday, and I didn't record it, so I'm doing so now.&lt;br /&gt;What a pain, I have to record two days worth of bloggieness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the first thing to say is that I wore makeup for the first time in a while yesterday. I went bright and out there for the occasion, which was seeing Jordan. I spent the day with Jordan, and thank goodness, because I missed her soo much. We went to the mall and I escorted her to Torid (Torrid?) where she blew like $220 bucks worth of gift cards. My mom gave me $60 and she said I couldn't buy any makeup unless I bought clothes too. Yeah, even though I don't wear makeup much anymore, I still have a dream of one day having a big fat collection, so I buy makeup whenever I can. And not the cheap-o stuff, the good stuff. Well, I popped into Forever 21 and bought cheap underwear, because I figured it still counted as clothes, and I'd have lots leftover moolah for my MAC fix. I bought a thong. A THONG. I'm probably not going to wear it. It's so, you know, up your butt-ish. Blech. So after that, we went to the MAC counter and, yay, I bought a brush. No actual makeup, but I was in need of a necent crease brush. My current one just didn't cut it. so after that, we decided to see Juno. And what a good decision. All I can say is that it was a really incredible movie. I wish I was Bleaker, because that would mean I did Juno. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to SFMOMA with my dad. The first step off the elevator was into this bright orange lit room. I then developed a headache that still hasn't gone away. We had lunch at the foodcourt in the mall. Thai food. yum. Which reminds me that I still have to work on my Geography project. San Fran was cold and wet and this kid peed on the floor of the BART on the way back, but all in all it was a decent day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I decided I'm not going to shave my legs until break is over or I have to wear a dress because it's a real pain in the butt and my legs don't really get that hairy anyways. I also decided that i'm going to develop my characters more by writing a list of random traits and then just tossing them to whatever character wants it. Tomorrow is a Noah free day because he's in Oskland with our grandparents. We pick him up Monday and the next day is 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided that my story is going to end up being a story. A zine is out of the question, but I'm going to write a daily comic so I can work on my sense of humor. I intend on being actually funny someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4376181295677431089?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4376181295677431089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4376181295677431089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4376181295677431089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4376181295677431089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-lost.html' title='Day lost.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3591985910268066419</id><published>2007-12-27T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:04:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deviant.</title><content type='html'>Sooo I updated my deviantart again.&lt;br /&gt;Three new scraps and a deviantion.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to do the whole zine thing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I have to think.&lt;br /&gt;Comic seems fun though.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put up the new years tree.&lt;br /&gt;it looks purdy.&lt;br /&gt;There's a new picture on my myspace of me putting tinsel on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;not much do report.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3591985910268066419?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3591985910268066419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3591985910268066419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3591985910268066419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3591985910268066419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/deviant.html' title='deviant.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1703057817550626749</id><published>2007-12-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:34:48.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zines.</title><content type='html'>I'm considering making my story a zine or a monthly comic book instead of an actual book.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be like 16 pages each month. And I'd get to draw the characters. yay!&lt;br /&gt;That way not so much is expected out of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I do like to doodle.&lt;br /&gt;And zines are way easier to publish, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Go down to Kinkos and make a few copies.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats my idea.&lt;br /&gt;I have to ponder it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo&lt;br /&gt;six days until new years.&lt;br /&gt;seven days until winter percussion&lt;br /&gt;eight days until defrank.&lt;br /&gt;twenty three days until my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I added a dictionary to the side bar. I think it's kind of nifty, because I'm always looking up words, and theres a dictionary right there.&lt;br /&gt;Suck because it navigates you away from my blog, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the ads we could do without.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, focus on the bright side!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1703057817550626749?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1703057817550626749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1703057817550626749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1703057817550626749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1703057817550626749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/zines.html' title='zines.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-6929321631361044157</id><published>2007-12-25T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:47:48.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>devastated.</title><content type='html'>no joke. I'm completely devastated right now. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I wrote like 15 more paragraphs of my story and I check back now to do a bit of editing and the new bits are GONE. Shit. shitshitshit. I couldn't have possibly forgotten to save it. I'm so miserable right now. I can't believe it's gone. I feel like someone stole part of my soul. And the worst part is it's got to be my fault. I mean, I guess I really didn't save it. Now I have to rewrite the whole thing. That isn't the part that upsets me though. It's just that the new part I'm writing is just synthesis or something. It's not the real thing. It'll look like it, but it's just not.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, I'm stuck in the house all day.&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; I'm over it, I guess. I rewrote it and it's fine. Still not the same. but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-6929321631361044157?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6929321631361044157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=6929321631361044157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6929321631361044157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6929321631361044157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/devastated.html' title='devastated.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4588899213696781427</id><published>2007-12-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T11:51:19.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy corn.</title><content type='html'>So, it's Christmas Eve. Day.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I think christmas eve is way better than christmas eve, only becuase all the stores and fun things are open.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, my opinion hardly matters, seeing as I'm a jew and I don't even do christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found out that Powells in downtown Los Gatos sells candy corn all year round. This extremely excited me, because just on friday I was telling Kate from my Spanish class how I wished you could get candy corn all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've gone three days without a sports bra. It's absolutely torturous. They're all pokey-outy and just no fun. Who would have thought it'd take so long for a darn bra to go through the laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone doing today? I'm taking my brother to San Jose Skate while my mom takes my other brother on the lightrail, which is a basically a codeword for I sit around doodling or reading while he falls on his butt in the rink. I'm getting paid. Yay. :] Not a bad christmas present, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my cat has been spending all her time in my room the past few days, when she's not eating or using the little kitties box. The company is very welcome. I don't even mind when she attacks my face at 3 am. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that most of my blogs include the words "in other news". How cute. A little unnoticed perk of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my book is going well. I still have only a few paragraphs, but the story has been evolving in my head. Merry christmas eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4588899213696781427?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4588899213696781427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4588899213696781427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4588899213696781427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4588899213696781427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/candy-corn.html' title='Candy corn.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7840098823969068723</id><published>2007-12-22T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:25:06.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing cont.</title><content type='html'>So I figured I'd tell you more about my story that I couldn't sleep if it was still into me.&lt;br /&gt;It's about an incredibly horny lesbian who falls in love with a redheaded oboe player. I think I'm going to have the redhead die, because I have no other plotline. &lt;br /&gt;Ask to read it, and I might send it to you. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;I have about 7 or so paragraphs with lots of DIALOGUE! Internal and external. Yes, I am good at it. If I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today was the most boring Saturday of the year. You know why? I didn't have marching band. I didn't have winter percussion. I didn't hang out with anyone. I did NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;not fun, not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;=] &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7840098823969068723?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7840098823969068723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7840098823969068723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7840098823969068723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7840098823969068723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing-cont.html' title='writing cont.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8740233294049982992</id><published>2007-12-21T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:06:46.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing.</title><content type='html'>Last night I realized how much I enjoy writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I went to bed early so I could get more sleep. Early being about 9:30. I had just finished a book that is now in my top three favorites, "Hello Groin". Thoughts were swimming around in my head as I tried to fall asleep and the soft croons of Mirah tumbled out of my stereo. Suddenly, it stopped. The 17 track CD had ended. And suddenly, there was no distraction. Out of the blue, a story appeared, but it felt as if it had been there my whole life. It haunted me for two and a half hours. All I could think about was this story. There was no escaping it. At 11:45, I finally realized that I had to write it down. I spent twenty minutes writing the perfect paragraph of the story in my head, just to get it out there. As soon as I set down the pen and turned off the light, I felt so much better. I wss truly happy. That's when I realized that it was all because I wrote one simple paragraph. Could this possibly be the career path for me? I mean, now it all made sense. The reason that my past three new years resolutions were to write a book was becuase I enjoy writing. I intend to finish my story that I started last night and I intend to make somethnig out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other new, my quote of the day!&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a quote EVERY day, but this one was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;"She's smart enough to know she's stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;-My brother, on my accusing my cat of being stupid&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in band Erika chopped a ten pound chocolate slab in half with her tae kwon do skillz. I caught it on video. Today in Spanish Josh and Everett sang a song by journey. I caught it on video. Today I realized that the most interesting thing about my phone would have to be my video album. I have about 35 hillarious videos on it and maybe 6 serious-ish ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that I'm meant to be in Hollywood! Writing skillz plus video capturing skills = Director/Screenwright skillz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering ending the myspace-less week tonight.&lt;br /&gt;After about 27 seconds of deliberation...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8740233294049982992?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8740233294049982992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8740233294049982992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8740233294049982992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8740233294049982992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing.html' title='writing.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-844602592572132733</id><published>2007-12-18T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:06:00.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tactic</title><content type='html'>Speed blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I didn't blog. I had no time to go online and it was killing me not to write, but now that I can I don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;The myspaceless week is going well, not temptations either.&lt;br /&gt;I have my very own copy of Parrotfish now. It arrived sometime today but I didn't open the package until about 3. I'm almost done with it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to GSA today.&lt;br /&gt;I have hebrew high tonight. whooo.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like speed blogging. at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-844602592572132733?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/844602592572132733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=844602592572132733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/844602592572132733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/844602592572132733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-tactic.html' title='New tactic'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8879373934550095051</id><published>2007-12-15T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:04:28.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories.</title><content type='html'>This morning I found a notebook from my fifth grade class. When I was in fifth grade, we had to write for 20 minutes every day, whcih was actually pretty fun, and that was the notebook I had to show for it. I really had quite an immagination. I'm not going to write down word for word, but this is basically what was in there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Fourteen Jidekies&lt;/strong&gt;: The story about a princess whos life was so miserable that she wanted to turn into a frog. She makes an agreement with a frog that if she brings him 14 magical human-type creatures called jidekies, he would turn her into a frog. She went on a journey and found 14 jidekies and braved many obsticles and finally gathered together 14 Jidekies; Deric, Cod, Louise, Cheese, Gwen, Mauve, Marissa, Sharina, Sheen, Juliet, Alex, Max, Ayden, and Sarah. Once she had all the Jidekies, she went back to the frog only to realize that what she really wanted was just to have friends, and she asked to be turned into a Jideki instead. In the sequel (only two chapters), the princess becomes engaged to Ayden and Max's older brother, Pete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;The Legacy of Edna and Ethel&lt;/strong&gt;: The story of how Edna and Ethel came to be, and their adventures of tea parties, breakfasting on fresh whipped cream, and braving their archnemesis, the Mighty Hair Gel. Incorperates all codewords in a discreet manner, making for a HILARIOUS story for those who know said codewords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Lists&lt;/strong&gt;: Including, but not limited to lists about how things would be in an alternate universe, the top five people I hated (in order), things to do to annoy a substitute, the weirdest attributes about our class, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Eggs in five different languages&lt;/strong&gt;: A sort of poemish thing describing how much I like eggs, in 5 different languges; Hebrew, russian, Spanish, French, and Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;The Monster In Da Hood&lt;/strong&gt;: A story about a monster who won't go away without a life supply of marshmallows. His best friend only eats spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;The Mystery Letter&lt;/strong&gt;: A story about a girl and her friend who find a love letter from fifty years ago. It describes hidden booty in a house on Dell Street, so the girl and her friend go to the house on Dell Street t o find the treasure, only to find that the BOOTY was actually a living dead BODY, who captures the girls and they are stuck to live in the hidden cavern in the house on Dell Street for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Various Poems&lt;/strong&gt;: "The Talking Baseball", "Eggs Vs. Cheese", "Bobs Saga", "Ode to Randy", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Bobs Journal&lt;/strong&gt;: The journal of a troubled 8th grader strugging with controlling parents, a long time crush, and smelly science partners. Bob is very feminiine and gets made fun of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;: Some I wrote, some from artists I liked. Tsunami Bomb, New Found Glory, and Michelle Branch were some lyrics found. I can't wuite remember the lyrics I wrote, but I'm sure they were dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8879373934550095051?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8879373934550095051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8879373934550095051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8879373934550095051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8879373934550095051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/stories.html' title='Stories.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1559512183975214182</id><published>2007-12-14T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:12:05.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardly  Unproportionate.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I decided to re-take my vital measurements.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked up what actual size number I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized why clothes don't fit.&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm a perfect size 8 in everything except my waist, where I'm like a size 12.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so misshapen!&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to wear a corset or something, because there's no way I'm going to lose 7 inches on my waist without losing seven inches everywhere else, still making me misshapen.&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I wouldn't care, but this is the sort of thing that will really bug me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, only 5 more school days left, but its an A week which means I have Biology 4th period on Friday before the break starts. The good news, though, is that I hear a certain one of my teachers is out of town all week, so one less thing to add to my stress list. Senior Cruz, however, is another story, continued in the next paragraph. My sister comes home on Sunday and I get to go to my dads house tomorrow, which means that after a week of ALL this new fabric tormenting me, I can FINALLY have sewing machine access and make something! I think I'll embroider some animal onto my plain yellow shirt. And then I'm going to make something warm to wear. I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday (Thursday the 13 of December) third period Spanish went like this: A few minutes before class even started, Jamie and Jaime got kicked out of the classroom to "calm down." Karlee turns to talk to me (I sit next to her)n and says she isn't in the mood to be in class so she's just going to try to get kicked out. She babbles on about how she plans on doing that, and by then class had officially started. I simply said "Haha, you totally should dude." when Senior Cruz glares at me and sends me outside. I stare in disbelief, and Karlee protests and softly says "I'm the one who's supposed to get sent out..." I glanced at the clock. It was 12:32. Two minutes into the class and I'm already sent outside, first time ever. I spend time outside with Jamie and Jaime until we get called back in about ten minutes after. As soon as we come back in, Thomas gets sent outside. I sit in my seat and try to work, but Karlee tells me to turn around and look at the face Audri was making. I did, and it was the most demented face I'd ever seen. I laughed. Senior Cruz sent me outside again. I had only come back inside five minutes earlier. Thomas and I stand there for awhile, I watch in angst as Thomas throws rocks at seagulls as they fly above our heads. Karlee is soon outside with us. Ten more minutes later we go back inside. Thomas claims to have left his book at home, so he insisted that he go to the office. Karlee got sent to the office as well, but she just went home. I texted my dad to call the school and tell them that my spanish teacher is a deranged maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF, right?&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1559512183975214182?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1559512183975214182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1559512183975214182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1559512183975214182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1559512183975214182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/awkwardly-unproportionate.html' title='Awkwardly  Unproportionate.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-455018001427478474</id><published>2007-12-13T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:49:47.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimental values.</title><content type='html'>Basically, I'm just feeling lovey.&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHAT I LIKE ABOUT THE PEOPLE IN (2007 marching band) DRUMLINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Russie: He's a great leader and knows when to be stern and he knows when to joke, but mostly I like that he loves his family and he has cute away messages for AIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Hawn: I like how chill she is. And I love how sweet and understanding and supportive she is about everything. She's my big buddy and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug(las) Hawthorn: He's fun to make fun of, but he's cool because he drives us places. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Michaelsen: I like that Danny is a great drummer and how everything he says is dripping with laughing gas. He lies a lot, but it's okay because mostly his lies are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor Greene: Connor's changed so much since 8th grade, but he's changed for the better. He's a lot of fun and being in a section with Danny really has rubbed off onto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle Hamilton: I love that Arielle knows when it's time to lead and time to joke, like Dan. She may have been stern on us, but she took us and made us actually good. and that's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keon Vafai: He's also fun to make fun of, but he doesn't drive us anywhere. He never knows when to shut up but he's not a bad drummer, and he has a drive, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Woodberry: Jimmy is the most determined out of all of us, I think. He works hard at his shit and it mostly pays off. He's got a dirty mind so we get along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I'm the bomb. Honestly. And I think (/know?) that when I'm a senior I'll be drum captain so I have to prepare myself for that. I'm getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-455018001427478474?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/455018001427478474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=455018001427478474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/455018001427478474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/455018001427478474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentimental-values.html' title='sentimental values.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-8602102718695612180</id><published>2007-12-12T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:38:15.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampling Brian:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... eek-invoking, exasperating, embroiling, evil, extreme: Embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come you realize how stupid you were years after the matter? California memories. Humphf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-8602102718695612180?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/8602102718695612180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=8602102718695612180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8602102718695612180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/8602102718695612180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/sampling-brian.html' title='Sampling Brian:'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1650163832822826929</id><published>2007-12-11T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:43:29.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 11th.</title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1) No GSA today (which wasn't TOO bad, really...)&lt;br /&gt;2) I took a morning shower.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was a bad day, I thought a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I have a list, a new favorite word, and a question.&lt;br /&gt;the post commences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My list of things I don't like and actually intend to do something about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has things and problems they just don't like dealing with, but never do anything about it. Well, I now have a list of the things I don't like AND solutions.&lt;br /&gt;-Bananas - I promise never to eat a banana unless it's in smoothie form, combined with strawberries at orange julius.&lt;br /&gt;-(Weekday) Morning Showers - I promise to never take a morning shower on a weekday unless I have at least an half hour extra in which to shower and dry.&lt;br /&gt;-Myspace - I promise, starting December 12th, not to go on myspace for one FULL week, which actually is tougher than it sounds. Means of communication will be blogspot, facebook, email, or telephone.&lt;br /&gt;-Pants - I can't do much about how much I hate pants, as it's getting cold out and skirts look bad on me anyways. I just promise that I hate pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite word that I discovered in Biology today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in Biology, I started doing my crossword that was homework when I noticed a funny word that was already filled in: DIPLOID. "Diploid," I said partly to myself, and partly to Annie. "Why, what a curious word." Annie pointed out that it sounded like an insult. And it does. Well, I looked at the definition, and imagine my surprise when I see that the definition is "Two sets of chromosomes (2N): Sperm and egg cells combine to form this number of chromosomes." Well, that didn't tell us much, but there you have it. My definition of diploid: A failure at Biology who has both sperm and egg cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting in Spanish today, doing nothing because I had already finished exercises 9-13, I wondered...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when astronauts go up into space, do their ears pop?&lt;/span&gt; I eagerly await an answer. i assume they do, but once you're out of the atmosphere...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in other news, I realized why it was so cold in my room these past few days....behind the curtain, my window was open!&lt;br /&gt;I also found that two of the words I misspell most commonly are discover and exercise, and I used both words in this post so that I could practice spelling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1650163832822826929?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1650163832822826929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1650163832822826929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1650163832822826929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1650163832822826929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-11th.html' title='December 11th.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-9146065698746122039</id><published>2007-12-10T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:20:45.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>Well, i was inspired to write a good meaningful song today, but dammit, I ran out of time because I had to go to winter percussion, where bass line decided to suck all night.&lt;br /&gt;so instead of playing guitar and being productive, I was in a closet playing a "tequila" split on the basses. I kid you not. Now which seems like more of a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love bass line and everyone on it (even stupid Keon), but it'd be so much cooler if we PRACTICED.&lt;br /&gt;In other winter percussion news, stupid Keon and I now share a cell phone locker and Kiki has a badass nickname.&lt;br /&gt;In other non-winter percussion news, I redyed my hair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get a picture up eventually, but let me just say that now, instead of a cherry red, its more of a natural brown red.&lt;br /&gt;people seem to like it, but I don't really like it as much as the old color.&lt;br /&gt;So next time I'm going back to garnier intense auburn instead of feria bright auburn.&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of drawing Brians christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't decide if I want to color it or not, but I know I want to frame it.&lt;br /&gt;So far it's looking decent.&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing a lot lately, and in my drawing, I've noticed that the new lead I bought for my favorite pencil does NOT erase very well.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to have to buy bic lead now, because this new stuff just doesn't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THIS POST.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar &gt; Sucky Bass Drums&lt;br /&gt;Garnier &gt; Feria&lt;br /&gt;Bic &gt; Pentel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-9146065698746122039?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9146065698746122039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=9146065698746122039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9146065698746122039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9146065698746122039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7080009212680084845</id><published>2007-12-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:23:08.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>So basically, these are just...pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a "snap a picture of everything" mood.&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Brian I have a name for my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. blogspot is a stinkhead that chops off pictures so that they don't stretch the page. Thank goodness the pictures aren't too drasticly altered.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I have discovered that if you right click the pictures and then click "view image" or something, it shows the WHOLE picture, not just the chopped off bit. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a646.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/122/l_517f80ec5cea3db639da332a5d07a84d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Leah's Bicep #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a740.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/l_6661a403efd8a54f0edd173dd177936b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Leah's Bicep #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a86.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/78/l_f67bacd31650f4d335dc19809a009bf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs. They have no names because I don't like my leg muscles. They are manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit:&lt;/b&gt; Brian decided that thy should be called "Natalie Portman's Boobs". Well, I do touch my legs a lot, so I guess it's a fitting name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a370.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_0abdc34e972a62c34e6a4c6418f8e171.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some of my bead collection. Yay! It's been lost for a while. That's a bright green box, by the way. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a66.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/71/l_619437448687df10beae3db104316169.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untitled"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a383.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/l_97f990b10df265dd9058f478e1bf4196.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doddle-Monkey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a133.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/126/l_635d2146629145400ef20a96870f9a9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untitled and Unfinished"&lt;br /&gt;(edited since this picture has been taken. Her proportions are SO out of whack...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am most improved battery member of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Whooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7080009212680084845?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7080009212680084845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7080009212680084845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7080009212680084845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7080009212680084845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-5633540150071982220</id><published>2007-12-03T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:31:31.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found cappo:</title><content type='html'>So I found my cappo in my room on the flor underneath my mess.&lt;br /&gt;If you've been reading, or have seen my room, you'll know that I have a terribly messy room, almost unlivable.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my cat can't even walk across the room without stepping on something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I cleaned my room yesterday because my mother asked me to and found my cappo.&lt;br /&gt;I was simply overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;and now I can walk through my room.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been doodling a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll snap some pictures of my doodles and put them up sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Finished and unfinished and studies and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;In MORE other news, I've gotten really really muscular.&lt;br /&gt;Yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to snap pictures of my muscles as well.&lt;br /&gt;They're getting so big, it might even be time to name them.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reads this besides my loyal readerpal Brian (&lt;333) and even if you are brian, perhaps you could contribute a name or two for my moosklees.&lt;br /&gt;hannukah is coming up, winter break is coming up, christmas is coming up, new years is coming up, my birthday is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Is anything coming down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-5633540150071982220?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/5633540150071982220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=5633540150071982220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5633540150071982220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/5633540150071982220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/12/found-cappo.html' title='Found cappo:'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1979567754695308335</id><published>2007-11-30T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:10:59.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November's over.</title><content type='html'>It appears that November is coming to an end, and it wasn't nearly as bad as my other blog implied it would be.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Nobody Likes November is the total opposite of how things really are.&lt;br /&gt;Novembers was a great month, darn it.&lt;br /&gt;A recap of the wonders of November '07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marching band championships:&lt;/span&gt; We rocked the stadium down, taking home sweepstakes and first place guard and percussion.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The first productive GSA meeting:&lt;/span&gt; wow. We got something done, and man it was great.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My trip to New York:&lt;/span&gt; Not much to say, it was a really fun trip and I'm glad I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My grades:&lt;/span&gt; Freak yeah, 12 week grades! I got six As and one B. Best grades I've ever gotten. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, November was a great month (darn it).&lt;br /&gt;I might have to change the name of my other blog, but then again, why bother?&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy in December, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your own November stories?&lt;br /&gt;Post them in a blog comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1979567754695308335?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1979567754695308335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1979567754695308335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1979567754695308335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1979567754695308335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/novembers-over.html' title='November&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-2584062369953229408</id><published>2007-11-26T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:06:09.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to think about.</title><content type='html'>questions that run through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you put chapstick on dry elbows?&lt;br /&gt;How do you associate music? (see myspace bulletin.)&lt;br /&gt;Does everything happen for a reason or do people just spin things the way they work?&lt;br /&gt;What if you weren't allowed to have friends?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you forget the most important things and the most important times?&lt;br /&gt;Could cavemen think if they couldn't talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-2584062369953229408?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2584062369953229408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=2584062369953229408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2584062369953229408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2584062369953229408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-think-about.html' title='Things to think about.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-6269334425442539675</id><published>2007-11-25T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T14:28:46.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netflix.</title><content type='html'>I don't have Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;I should get Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;If I had Netflix, here's what would be on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan of Arcadia full season 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale&lt;br /&gt;RocketBoy&lt;br /&gt;Signe (sp?) Chanel Season 1&lt;br /&gt;Boys Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;TransAmerica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-6269334425442539675?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6269334425442539675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=6269334425442539675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6269334425442539675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6269334425442539675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/netflix.html' title='Netflix.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-9115619461329376042</id><published>2007-11-25T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:59:52.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torie and Shawnee.</title><content type='html'>This is a story about Torie and Shawnee.&lt;br /&gt;(Shawnee doesn't exist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a girl named Shawnee needed a spatula, so she went to a spatula boutique to get one. There was a British girl working there, and her name was Torie.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, uhm, I need a really durable spatula, what have you got?" Shawnee asked her seductively. Torie could hardly choke out the words "I'm afraid all we've got is this little one..." she couldn't contain herself in adding "but I'll flip your pancakes any day..."&lt;br /&gt;Shawnee didn't seem to mind, but she did, however say, "my girlfriend will have something to say about that, my dear, but why don't you take me to the back and show me how it's done?" Torie happily obliged.&lt;br /&gt;The two of them went in the back room of the spatula boutique and Torie flipped Shawnees's pancakes allllll night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-9115619461329376042?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/9115619461329376042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=9115619461329376042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9115619461329376042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/9115619461329376042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/torie-and-shawnee.html' title='Torie and Shawnee.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-2027116928596464438</id><published>2007-11-23T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T16:10:26.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rules.</title><content type='html'>just some rules I have accumulated/fabricated over the years.&lt;br /&gt;I will be adding more.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add your own as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;General Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last night of anything, sleep naked or as close to naked as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep naked whenever you want, actually.&lt;br /&gt;Only wear makeup at night events. (full rule in a previous posting)&lt;br /&gt;Don't argue with stepmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;City Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always ask policemen what's going on, not regular people.&lt;br /&gt;As a tourist, don't point at things. It makes you look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dining Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to mispronounce French foods.&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating when you're full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-2027116928596464438?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/2027116928596464438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=2027116928596464438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2027116928596464438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/2027116928596464438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/rules.html' title='rules.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-4763616276527560071</id><published>2007-11-18T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:27:53.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdoor Mallets.</title><content type='html'>So today being our final day of this marching band season, our band instructor decides to finally get us bass drum mallets that are meant for the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;To quote at least 17 people "It was like it was Christmas or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vicfirth.com/products/images/MB3H.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard we had new mallets, I literally sprinted into the band room screaming "oh my god, oh my god," as I went.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that stick and felt could make four people so very very happy?&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately, the season is over, and the only time we'll get to use these new mallets from now until early august is the Monday middle school performance (which I won't be at) and the two parades.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's the winter percussion season, where we'll be using the indoor mallets that we had been using thus far this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was really really really fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the whole day was really really fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;We threw down on that field tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We gave it the best and gave off our vibe.&lt;br /&gt;We played with balls.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously the judges sided with us in that we were winners.&lt;br /&gt;We got first place percussion, first place colorgaurd, second place woodwinds, second place brass, overall effect sweepstakes, and then field sweepstakes.&lt;br /&gt;We TIED field sweepstakes, dude.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, we both got a 92.3 (I think?) so we both won.&lt;br /&gt;This season has been so rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;I've got muscles and I'm a wayyyyy better drummer now.&lt;br /&gt;I made a gajillion friends and not one of them are band "geeks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, don't do marching band.&lt;br /&gt;When your parents say "try it out for a year and quit if you don't like it," refuse.&lt;br /&gt;You WILL get hooked and you WILL fall in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;And then you're stuck with it for the rest of high school.&lt;br /&gt;You will NOT have a life, you will NOT have time for homework, and sometimes you will NOT have fun.&lt;br /&gt;But good gosh, you love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-4763616276527560071?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/4763616276527560071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=4763616276527560071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4763616276527560071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/4763616276527560071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/outdoor-mallets.html' title='Outdoor Mallets.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-1310489699866967029</id><published>2007-11-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:45:26.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannukah/Birthday/No Occasion Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Just some gift suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly for my family to read.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you ever need an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand knit sweater&lt;br /&gt;Across The Universe soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;A mixtape CD with the songs in my Myspace blog&lt;br /&gt;Some nice tee shirts (Headline Tee Shirts? =])&lt;br /&gt;Boxers&lt;br /&gt;Zippers (for sewing)&lt;br /&gt;Cotton print/solid fabric&lt;br /&gt;Stretch knit Jersey fabric (solid)&lt;br /&gt;Tilly and the Wall/Jets to Brazil/Mirah/Rilo Kiley CDs&lt;br /&gt;A new cappo&lt;br /&gt;Good drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;Canson drawing pad (NOT sketch)&lt;br /&gt;Cash&lt;br /&gt;Barnes&amp;Noble/Borders giftcard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-1310489699866967029?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/1310489699866967029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=1310489699866967029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/1310489699866967029'/><link rel='self' 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inconvenient moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burp a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't drench myself in bug spray in the mountains, I will get eaten alive by mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bruise easily.&lt;br /&gt;Very easily.&lt;br /&gt;I also fall easily.&lt;br /&gt;Very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to let my mind wander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to do a lot of things, but I'm not specifically really good at any one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Example: I can knit, sew and crochet.&lt;br /&gt;I've been knitting the same scarf for three years, all I can crochet is a treble, and the most complicated thing I've sewn is a short that's falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go around in boxers or panties all day, but they'd be cold and make me look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely ticklish and being touched makes me squeemish.&lt;br /&gt;I do, however love affection.&lt;br /&gt;Terribly ironic, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is always cold and my fingers are cold 98% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the learning process but I like knowing things.&lt;br /&gt;Again, terribly ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate haircuts because they're itchy.&lt;br /&gt;I like haircuts because they make you look different but without much sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;And I like that they get rid of damaged ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My general rule of thumb: Wear makeup &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; holiday or evening event. Never wear it otherwise (unless bored).&lt;br /&gt;It makes evening events and holidays more exciting for the people around you because they aren't used to it.&lt;br /&gt;More special to &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;, I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the messiest bedroom out of anyones room I've ever seen, and I'm totally disorganized, but I absolutely hate germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think outloud, and sometimes it's difficult for me not to whisper my thoughts. When I force myself to think inside my head, I can't multitask. Only idiots can't think and blow their nose at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like down comforters because they preserve your body heat. If you get up to pee, you come back to a still warm blanket. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, my brain goes nuts and starts analyzing things saying "whats the farthest place these shoes have been?" "How many places has this shirt been?" "What momentous event has occurred while wearing these panties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of self conscious of my singing, but I do it a lot. When I sing in the car or something and someone comes in right after I stop, I'm always scared that my words are still lingering and they can feel them, but I know that's not possible. I just visualize them walking into my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-6305265021183448929?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/6305265021183448929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=6305265021183448929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6305265021183448929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/6305265021183448929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-should-know.html' title='You should know:'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-7406907180751493073</id><published>2007-11-12T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:27:34.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In Your Head</title><content type='html'>It appears that everything is all in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You think what you choose to, so why can't you feel, see, hear, and smell what you want to believe is there?&lt;br /&gt;Tea, no matter how much caffeine is in it, will calm you if you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Sugar or caffeine free soda will get you hyped.&lt;br /&gt;Virgin beverages can get you drunk.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing can go for anything (that is, if you want it to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see, what did we learn in Biology?&lt;br /&gt;The color in plants is green because a plant absorbs all the colors in white light except green.&lt;br /&gt;Since the plant isn't using the green, it reflects back up into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm no expert, and i haven't learned this yet, but I'm assuming that it works that way with non-plant things too, like cars or photographs.&lt;br /&gt;let's say it does.&lt;br /&gt;Can science prove that everyones green is the same?&lt;br /&gt;Everyones eye is different, that's why they have retinal ID scanning.&lt;br /&gt;What they scan is the iris, and I know that the iris has nothing to do with actually seeing, but perhaps there are smaller differences inside the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Little things that may affect color.&lt;br /&gt;Something that says that person As green is what color person B would see as purple, and person Bs green is person As orange.&lt;br /&gt;There really is no way to test that.&lt;br /&gt;You can't ask someone to describe a color.&lt;br /&gt;The dictionary defines green as "the color of growing grass."&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't say who's growing grass though.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps colors are relative.&lt;br /&gt;That proves nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTION/THOUGHTS&lt;br /&gt;When you start to believe the psychiatrist:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you think you're happy, you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;I started to wonder why that was.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you fill up your noggin believing that you're happy, there's no room for sad to get it.&lt;br /&gt;If you were sad, thinking about happy pushes the sad right out.&lt;br /&gt;In that sense, emotion is an aggressive thing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when people say "be strong" they mean "engage your emotions".&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't really just emotions either, it's thoughts as well.&lt;br /&gt;In the preambulatory statement, I mention tea, soda and non-alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Taking tea a step further:&lt;br /&gt;Tea is perceived to be a relaxing drink.&lt;br /&gt;"British people drink tea. British people are perceived to be calm. Therefore, if I drink tea, I will be calm, like the British."&lt;br /&gt;Sipping a mug of highly caffeinated chamomile, you start to feel yourself begin to relax.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter that it's got loads of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;you believe it will calm you and it does.&lt;br /&gt;so when you think about it, your thoughts control everything you do and feel.&lt;br /&gt;Such power you have over yourself, and such power you hold above your own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;These are all actually just thoughts floating around in my head. All questions posed are genuine. If you have an answer to them, I really DO want to hear it. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-7406907180751493073?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/7406907180751493073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=7406907180751493073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7406907180751493073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/7406907180751493073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-in-your-head.html' title='All In Your Head'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7128959077673665267.post-3372570370871376227</id><published>2007-11-11T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:56:25.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal blog.</title><content type='html'>This is for anything that doesn't fall under the Fashion, Music, Art, or Culinary categories, because those go in my other blog, Nobody Likes November.&lt;br /&gt;True, Nobody Likes November also claims to include Personal Life, but I'd rather put that here.&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of my new blog, I made a picture in paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b312/supersnix/WSS2.jpg" border="0" alt="What She Said."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7128959077673665267-3372570370871376227?l=leahandthewall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/feeds/3372570370871376227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7128959077673665267&amp;postID=3372570370871376227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3372570370871376227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7128959077673665267/posts/default/3372570370871376227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahandthewall.blogspot.com/2007/11/personal-blog.html' title='A personal blog.'/><author><name>Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06154192380834589336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/57/l_e92844081b57552cb64acf95337b7dcf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
