Wednesday, November 01, 2006

halloween fun

I usually don't dress up for Halloween, but this year, I had such a brilliant idea for a costume that I just couldn't say no. My friend Angie and I went to a party together, and here is our costume...

In case you were wondering, global warming DOES exist!

Monday, October 23, 2006

pet diaries

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!
2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!
8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!

Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded - must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair - must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear in their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event! However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches.The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait; it is only a matter of time.

(Thanks to Jill for this hilarious email!)

Monday, September 25, 2006

extra! extra! leah swears off instant messaging!

Just in case anybody's been wondering, I decided a few weeks ago to quit instant messaging. I often find myself completely avoiding work by having largely shallow and irrelevant conversations on AIM, and as such, I've been thinking about swearing it off for a while now. So I did.

I thought I'd let you know so you don't take personal offense. Last week, I ran into a friend who thought I'd gone on an IM blocking vendetta. I didn't. I just refrain from signing on.

So, old friends, I guess we'll have to keep in touch the old-fashioned way: e-mail. If you don't have my e-mail address, post a comment and I'll make sure you get it.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

a short list of things i noticed during the first week of school

  • Most freshmen still think they need to look nice for class. I suspect this will change around October.

  • Grad students are more likely to bring laptops to class than undergraduates. I suspect this is not because they are taking more notes, but because they've learned that playing games on your computer is much less conspicuous than doing the crossword in the newspaper.

  • Only about 30% of people on campus will have umbrellas during a torrential downpour. The rest use a copy of the student newspaper; they soon discover one more way in which the paper is ineffective.

  • There is always one student in every class who thinks he's too cool for school.

  • Chivalry has not made a comeback. (I rode the bus this week.)

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

i'm back!

Hello, blogosphere. It's been a long time, but I have finally returned. I know my audience is crying tears of joy as they read.

I returned to Arkansas last week, and I am so glad to be back. I had a wonderful time in Georgia, and I made some terrific friends whom I will cherish for the rest of my life...but there is nothing like home. I hope to make it back to Georgia at least once this school year for a visit, so hopefully I can save up enough money to make that happen.

Speaking of money, I was at the bank yesterday depositing some money, and I had to go inside because my checkbook is MIA and I needed a deposit slip. So I went inside, deposited a measly $175, and went back to my car. I had just started up the Honda when I noticed a young, relatively attractive man leaving the building. I thought to myself, "Hmm, he's pretty good-looking." It's not that I was really shopping around with the intent to buy, but I'm single, and there's no harm in asking yourself the hypothetical "would I ever date that guy" question.

So there I was, sitting in my environmentally friendly, low-emission Honda, watching an attractive late-twentysomething or early-thirtysomething man walk to his car...which turned out to be a brand new white Mustang GT.

At this juncture, many women would be impressed. "What a hot car," they'd say, or, "I bet he's loaded," they'd think. But me? When I saw him arrogantly stride to his Mustang GT, I scoffed in disgust. I could only think of how much money he'd wasted on such a ridiculous automobile when, no matter what people (ahem, advertisers) say, the car's sole purpose is still to get a person from point A to point B. I also wondered whether he cared that his car only gets 17 miles to the gallon, or whether he realized that he'd be spending twice as much as I do at the gas station. When I saw him drive away, I deemed him fiscally, socially, and environmentally irresponsible.

So, yesterday I realized something about myself. At one point, I might have been one of those women who finds expensive, gas-guzzling cars attractive, but not anymore. I'm no longer attracted to guys who drive cool cars and have lots of trendy stuff. If the guy at the bank had driven away in a small four-cylinder hybrid, I just might have chased him down and asked him to go get a cup of fair-trade coffee. But a mustang? Psssh. No thanks.

Maybe this means I've grown up a little bit. Either that, or I've turned into a complete hippie.

Monday, July 17, 2006

wanted: someone who won't leave me hanging

This post is an advertisement! Consider it a personal of sorts, except not a romantic one.

I need a rock climbing buddy. If you go to U of A and you want to climb the wall at the HPER with me a few days a week this semester, let me know! I really want to get into climbing, but the only hitch is that climbers have to provide their own belayers. Anyone up for it?! I'll belay you if you belay me. (Does that kinda sound dirty to anyone else?)

Anyway, I'd really like to climb this year, especially considering that we have a wonderful facility that I've used a grand total of one time. So, if anyone out there actually reads this and wants to climb, get back to me!

Monday, July 10, 2006

i've been sharing my shower...

...with this bug. Anybody know what it is? I know the picture is's the best I could do, given the circumstance. (Circumstance: It fell out of my towel just as I had dumped my head over to twist my hair up in it.)

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Monday, June 19, 2006

church-capades, part deux...

...will be posted next week, when I actually go to church. Saturday night I started reading a book around 8 p.m. I did not put it down (except to drive home and do the dishes piled up in my sink) until about 5 a.m. It was so good! But, needless to say, I didn't make it out of bed in time for church. I know, I know...I'm a bad person. Next week.

In other news, my evening of mindless TV-watching was rudely interrupted last night when I noticed an ant crawling across my pillow, inches from my face. It was a small ant, but an ant nonetheless, and I figured the ant on my pillow had friends somewhere else in my room. When I found ants in the bottom of my laundry hamper, I really began to worry. Then, I looked down at my carpet, and there was the ant colony, crawling away. I didn't notice them earlier because my carpet is a dark industrial blue, and everything blends in. They probably chose that color on purpose.

Anyway, imagine my disgust when I realized there were hundreds of ants crawling around on my carpet. I drove immediately to Wal-Mart, where I bought some spray ant killer and a hand vac. Both turned out to be very effective on the ant battlefield, and while I doubt you can ever actually rid your living quarters of a pest problem, I at least think I can keep them at bay. I'm just really baffled...I can't figure out why hundreds of bugs hang out in my bedroom instead of the kitchen, where the food is.

Mom, Dad...considering you'll be sleeping pretty close to the floor, you might want to reconsider your promise to come visit. :)

Monday, June 12, 2006

church-capades 2006

A few months ago, I decided (God told me) I needed to start going back to church regularly. Since about Easter, I've been trying to drag my lazy bum out of bed on Sunday mornings and go to church. Fellowship in Lowell is, so far, my favorite in Northwest Arkansas, and when I get back in August, I think I'm going to make it my official church home.

The problem with summertime, though, is that I'm not in Northwest Arkansas. I'm in Georgia. So, since I've been here, I've gone to a few different churches, and I'd like to share my experiences so far.

Sunday #1:
Tabernacle Baptist Church
Carrollton, GA

Tabernacle had a few good qualities. The people in the congregation, albeit a bit older than me, were really nice, and one couple even e-mailed me later in the week. However, it was very "high church." For instance, on the ceiling hung four ridiculously sized bronze chandeliers; the choir members wore robes; an old guy played the organ; the acoustics in the building were very echo-ey, etc. I made it a point to sit right behind the sound booth (my dad would be proud!), and it still sounded like a big pile of poo. The song selection was also a bit dated. We sang such classics as "Majesty" and "I Surrender All," which are both fantastic songs, but I prefer a little more variety and a little less vibrato.
On the plus side, though, they do have coffee in the lobby (although I don't think you can take it into the sanctuary), and they have projection screens on which they project not the lyrics of the hymn, but the hymn number so it can be easily located. I guess if I don't find anything better, I could venture back to Tabernacle, but in all, it's still a little too traditional for me.

Sunday #2
Christ Church Pentecostal
Nashville, TN
(evening service)

I'm not going to go into much detail here, as I'm a good Southern Baptist girl and this, as you can see, is a Pentecostal church. Also, I missed the music part of the service because I was busy driving around Nashville with my mom trying to find Vanderbilt Law School. Props to Christ Church for the outside windows in the sanctuary. I don't think I've ever seen that before, but it worked really well. I really liked a lot of aspects of their space, and I think more churches should go in that direction. However, there were a few times we were afraid someone was going to break out into spontaneous tongue-speaking, in which case we were going to excuse ourselves and declare them legally insane (we would back up this claim with scripture, of course). Also, this church is in Nashville, which is several hours away.

Sunday #3
First Baptist Church
Carrollton, GA

I had high hopes going into FBC of Carrollton, but they quickly began to wane when, 10 minutes prior to the service, the place looked completely dead outside. I was surprised to see a few hundred people in the sanctuary (it was almost at capacity). While I didn't notice the light fixtures in this particular building, I did notice the enormous pipes mounted on the walls on each side of the choir loft. Needless to say, an organist was present, and he must have been in a booming mood because I couldn't hear the piano through the entire service. But, in the organist's defense, that is how most organs are; however, that is the reason I don't care for them that much. The song selection at FBC was straight from the hymnal; we sang such stuffy classics as "Faith is the Victory" and "A Mighty Fortress is Our God." The song service was so traditional, we didn't even skip the third stanza of any hymn we sang. The choir was very good, but they belonged in Switzerland singing alongside the Vienna Boys Choir.
However, all the above is definitely excusable if the sermon is worth listening to. Unfortunately, the sermon left a lot to be desired. I guess I'm just spoiled by the good preachin' at the East Side Baptist Church in Mtn. Home, Arkansas.

This Sunday, I'm venturing out of Carrollton.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

TV and fat people

I'm officially bored with TV. I've resorted to watching a show on TLC called "Honey, We're Killing the Kids." It's basically a family of fat people who are trying to lose weight and get healthy for the sake of their children. I applaud the effort, but I'm appalled at the apparent amount of people who have no clue about nutrition in general. "You mean Caesar dressing isn't healthy? I thought fried okra was okay because it's a vegetable. Well, I only had 1/4 cup of mayonnaise today. What do you mean I shouldn't put bacon on my quarter pounder?" Seriously,'s no wonder we're all obese.

On this show, there is a doctor who comes in and changes the lifestyle of the family. One of the lifestyle changes she made was getting rid of the TVs in the kids' bedrooms. This was preceded by a lengthy spiel about how people who watch more TV are exponentially more obese than people who watch less TV. How ironic that TLC has made a TV show to tell people that the more TV they watch, the fatter they'll be.

Thursday, May 25, 2006


I only wish I could have been a part of this. My boss wonders if these students spend as much time studying as they did putting this skit together. Of course they don't, but re-enacting the entire first level of Super Mario Bros. is WAY more valuable than an education.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

google reigns supreme

After a 550-mile journey, I feel I am qualified to make the following statement:


Although both Google and Mapquest provided very accurate maps, they gave me different estimated times of travel. Mapquest estimated a total travel time of 9 hours and 58 minutes. This was very close to the amount of time I actually spent in the car. However, Google gave me an estimated travel time of 11 hours and 50 minutes or so. Even though this is much longer than I actually spent in the car, Google wins. Why? Because as I crossed into Georgia, I saw a giant sign: "Now Entering Eastern Time Zone." Aha! Google was smart enough to factor in not just actual travel time, but the crossing of time zones. Therefore, I declare Google superior.

It's only a matter of time until Google takes over the world. Maybe I should try to work for them. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

Monday, May 15, 2006

georgia and stuff

I made it to Georgia, my dorm is nice (I have two bedrooms & a bathroom), the people are great, there's a good Mexican restaurant right down the street, and I don't have to be at work tomorrow until 10 a.m. So far, life is good!

Sunday, May 14, 2006

midnight train to georgia

Okay, so it's more like a daytime drive to Georgia...but still, the important thing is that I'm halfway there. Tonight I'm staying in Olive Branch, MS, which is a little south of Memphis. Tomorrow I'll drive for 5 hours and 37 minutes (according to Mapquest; 6 hours and 39 minutes according to Google...I'm hoping Mapquest is correct), and then I'll reach my destination! Hooray, Georgia!

I haven't updated since finals week, when I left the blog world with a compelling and hilarious list of things I've done while sleep-deprived. I'm not sure why it's compelling, but it is. Maybe it compels people to get enough sleep. Regardless, I thought I'd get everyone up to speed on what's been happening since finals week.

Since May 11, 2006...
Hours slept: at least 30
Miles driven: approximately 430
A's made: two
Rivers kayaked: one
Dollars spent: who even knows?
Goodbye hugs shared: five (Megan, I'll miss you! I promise to come to Austin and visit)

I'll post tomorrow, from Eastern time, hopefully with a peach in hand.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

ridiculous things i've done while severely sleep-deprived

1. Accidentally walked into the men's bathroom at Mullins Library
2. Accidentally (and jokingly) wished a heart attack on my professor, but I do feel really bad about it now
3. Read the book of 2 Timothy in its entirety, twice, at 4 a.m.
4. Tried to carry on coherent conversations
5. Ate at Brough
6. Completely reorganized a research proposal that was due 12 hours later
7. Chugged a double shot of espresso
8. Read a liberalism/conservatism questionnaire from 1939; laughed at the idea that women revealing their shins was once a controversial social issue
9. Created this list in lieu of being productive in any capacity whatsoever
10. Misspelled "severely" in the title (it's been corrected...I couldn't stand my error immortalized in blogger history)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

reviving the espresso maker and other random thoughts

This morning, in lieu of my usual giant cup of coffee, I decided to have a double shot of espresso instead. In honor of (really, because of) my final projects, I decided to clean up my espresso maker and put it back to work. I'm glad I did.

I handed in one of two giant papers yesterday, so now I get to focus on just one more for the next two days. I plan on working all day today and all day tomorrow. I hope that will be enough time to finish everything up. I'm going to change my project up a bit, so hopefully it will make it easier to deal with. I think I was thinking too big at first; this will make it realistic enough to handle.

In other news, I had a presentation yesterday that I think went okay. My plan was to make fantastic snacks so as to distract everyone (mostly the professor) from how terrible my paper was. Actually, I don't think my paper was that bad, but I'm never happy with anything I turn in. Anyway, I think the snacks worked. I made mini cupcakes iced with chocolate ganache and artichoke dip in mini bread bowls. Both were hits. I sent the rest of the cupcakes home with the professor. My hope is that he's eating them while grading my paper.

On an unrelated note, what's up with CNN playing songs before their segments? Right now I'm watching a bit on car incentives, and to segue into it, they played "Drive In, Drive Out" by the Dave Matthews Band. I think that's even lamer than the usual news music.

Monday, April 24, 2006

(pseudo)intellectual conversations

One of the great things about being a graduate assistant is that they cram you in an office with several other graduate assistants and expect you to be productive. If there aren't enough distractions in your own office, you can always go to the office a few doors over and let them serve as your distraction. That is exactly what I did today. There wasn't much action going on in my own office, and I was up for a hilarious conversation of some kind. Plus, the other office has a really comfortable green lounge chair.

I'm not sure how it came up, but we started talking about love and relationships and all the other looming life questions that plague directionless twentysomethings in graduate programs. It was interesting to hear the points of view of my peers, but what was hilarious was when we tried to sound smart about every point we made. Maybe we all think if we can apply some recently learned theory, it will make our arguments sound more credible. Relationship paradigm, relationship schema, standard deviation...I heard all these things today in serious conversation. (Well, I think the standard deviation thing was a joke...but there were more I'm forgetting.)

If you could be a fly on the wall in an office full of graduate assistants, the pseudointellectual conversations you'd hear would never cease to amaze you.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

living alone

For the most part, I love living alone. I never have to share my TV or my bathtub or, most importantly, my kitchen. Of course, there are some times when things would be easier if I had someone around, like when I'm hanging things on my wall or when I need help putting the cover back on my futon (it took me half an hour, but I finally got it). But even these things that would be easier if I didn't have to do them alone, I can still do eventually. It might take a while, but eventually, I can make it happen.

But, I've finally met my match. I found something that, as of yet, I have not been able to do by myself: put sunscreen on my back. You know that area of your back between your lower shoulder blades? Yeah, I cannot reach it for the life of me, and so far, I haven't found a way to apply sunscreen to it. This poses a problem because I've recently fallen in love with my pool, and I like to lounge in the surrounding lawn chairs whenever possible. I've been trying to devise a plan to sunscreen myself in that hard-to-reach spot, and so far the only idea I've had involves a paint roller. I'll let you know how that works out...

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

oxymoron of the day

"Suicide bombing was an act of self-defense."

(A statement made by the Hamas anti-Israeli group, a Palestinian group which recently blew up something in Israel.)

Friday, April 14, 2006

barnes & noble fun

It was a relatively quiet night at Barnes & Noble. Usually it's at least moderately crowded, full of people like me who have nothing better to do, or people who think Starbucks is trendy so they get all dressed up to go there. Anyway, my point is that a lot of these people, for one reason or another, decided not to show up to the nation's most overpriced bookseller tonight, so I actually got to sit in a big comfy chair.

It's been quite a while since I've been to Barnes & Noble and actually had the privilege of putting my rear on something cushy. However, the only two available chairs were pushed right up against each other, arm to arm. I think they're usually facing each other with a table between them for a nice buffer zone. I guess the previous occupants of said chairs weren't interested in the buffer zone. Since I was too lazy to move anything, the chairs remained as is.

Everything was fine for 10 minutes or so, but then my calm was disturbed by a nervous-looking skinny blonde guy in his mid/late thirties. He asked if anybody was sitting in the chair next to me, and I said no, the chairs were like this when I got here and I just didn't bother to move them. So he sat down and began loudly slurping his frappuccino while he got situated. He started reading a packet of Xeroxed papers, and every minute or so he either sighed or huffed loudly, as if he was in total disgust of whatever he'd just read, or at the fact that he was having to read it at all. I was nervous that he would at some point try to make conversation about whatever he was reading. I was reading a book called I Kissed Dating Goodbye, so my plan, if he did try to make small talk, was just to hold up the book and point at the cover, if necessary.

He never did talk, though, and finally, after about five excruciating minutes, he got up and made his way toward the bathroom area. As soon as he was out of sight, I bolted to the cash register and bought the book. I didn't necessarily want to own a copy, but I was interested and I'd already gotten to the middle of chapter two. Is $15 for a book worth avoiding the anxiety of encountering an awkward social situation? My answer is yes!

Monday, April 10, 2006

the '80s

Are they coming back? Today I saw a girl jogging in a very '80s outfit. She was wearing gray sweatpants, which ended in an elastic scrunch a few inches above the ankle, and a white sweatshirt with a very large neck opening--so large it exposed the entirety of her left shoulder. Also, she was wearing a hot pink sports bra, and I think she might have been wearing a headband. Hmm. It looked suspiciously '80s to me. I've also heard rumors that women are wearing stirrup pants and ratted bangs in downtown Denver. I've gotta say, I'm not too excited about this comeback. I really don't want to be forced to purchase a crimper or Lee jeans.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006


It takes a lot of work to get a Ph.D. It requires massive amounts of research culminating in a book-length document called a dissertation. I'm not denying that it's hard work and a major commitment.

Some doctors of philosophy require that you always call them "Dr. So-and-so." Ms. or Professor won't do. I had a professor in college who said that she worked hard so she could be called doctor, so that's what we had better call her. I'm not sure I would share her sentiment, but I guess I can understand that someone with a Ph.D. would prefer to be called a doctor rather than a professor.

But this behavior could easily get out of control. Several months ago, I noticed something that prompted a serious roll of the eyes. I was on my way out of town, driving through the east side of Fayetteville (the super nice part), and I saw "John E. Doe*, Ph.D." on a mailbox. What kind of insecurity issues do you have if even your mailman needs to know that you have a Ph.D.? Sometimes I think these academic elites need to remember that we're all just people. Some of us are people who are overly educated and critical of everything. Others of us are people who aren't in loads of debt from getting needless, useless, elitist degrees. :)

*Name changed not to protect the innocent, but because I don't remember it.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

daylight "ruined my day" savings time

I woke up this morning at 10 a.m. to get started on some homework I've been meaning to do all weekend. Then, for whatever reason, I decided to turn my phone off and back on. When it rebooted, instead of 9:57, it said 10:57! And then I realized...last night was the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. Lame. Now I have one less hour to work on all the stuff I need to get done! I doubt it will actually affect my work that much, but my attitude has gone from one of great accomplishment to one of great defeat. I think I'm going to move to one of those states that doesn't observe Daylight Savings. But I think one of them might be Utah...eeh. Maybe that isn't such a good idea.

Monday, March 27, 2006

the best movie fight scene of all time...

...and by best, I mean worst. A friend sent me the link a few minutes ago, and it is fantastic. We were trying to figure out how exactly the guy's eye gets ripped out, but who knows. Then we decided that we MUST find this movie, rent it, and watch the whole thing. The movie is called "Undefeatable," but it's not on Netflix! If anybody has any ideas on how I could procure this movie, please let me know.

Without further ado...

Friday, March 24, 2006

march madness

Even though I know very little about SEC basketball and absolutely nothing about basketball in all the other conferences, I decided to fill out a bracket this year. I started a pool on Facebook, which I named "I thought this was a swimming pool," half in an attempt to be funny and half in an attempt to let people know that I had no idea what I was doing. Although, I think my bracket speaks for itself concerning the latter attempt. Out of the 11 people who joined my pool, I'm guessed it...number 11. This could probably be attributed to the haphazard way in which I picked teams. Normally I'd pick the team with the prettiest colors, but with no colors to go on (and being too lazy to find them out for myself), I decided to go on location. I picked Pacific to make it all the way through the third round because I like the Pacific. I have no idea where Pacific the school is, but California is cool, and I've always wanted to visit the Pacific Northwest. Thus I picked Pacific, and apparently they suck. Kansas was in my final four. I know Kansas isn't that fantastic of a state, but I've always heard Lawrence is cool--full of hippies and good music. Kansas lost in the first round. Duke lost to LSU recently, and of course I had Duke in my final four because North Carolina, though I've never been there, has got to be way cooler than dirty Louisiana.

Clearly, this method did not serve me well. Next year, if I fill out a bracket, I will probably go with coin-flipping. Heads, the higher seed wins; tails, the lower. I bet I'll win!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

signing my life away

Well, I registered for the LSAT yesterday. I'm taking it on Monday, June 12, at Georgia State University in Atlanta. I must be crazy to be considering even more school. If I go to law school, when I finish I'll have been in school for 9 years. Yeah, I'm definitely out of my mind. But there's something appealing about being in school. And there's definitely something appealing about a law degree. I definitely don't picture myself as a hot-shot attorney in a huge law firm, but how cool would it be to be a lawyer for the government? I wonder if the CIA needs attorneys. Finally, my Alias dreams are coming true! I also think it would be really cool to work for a non-profit group for a few years, or even to get into some kind of religion/law field. But I'm getting way ahead of myself. First, I need to make a good score on the LSAT. I have a little more than two months to study up...I'd better get started.

I bought the newest Jamie Cullum album today, and it's fantastic. Thanks, Ross, for suggesting I buy it. He covers a song called "Catch the Sun," a song by a band named Doves which I totally love. I haven't listened to the album all the way through yet, but I think I can safely say it was definitely worth the $15 I charged on my mom's credit card.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006


I just watched a new show on Fox called "Unanimous." In true Fox fashion, it's complete trash. But in true Leah fashion, I'm completely addicted to it already. Nine people locked in an underground bunker must decide who among them who should get the $1.5 million prize, but the decision has to be unanimous. Some of these people are complete crackpots, so I'm sure the decision will take forever. Also, these people have no contact with the outside world and no way to tell time. To me, that would be the worst part. If you were locked underground for 3 days, think of how much you'd miss!

time for a change

I ran into an old friend tonight who told me that he happened across my Xanga, and he was going to leave a comment to say hello until he discovered that only Xanga members can leave comments. This, combined with my growing tired of all things Ice Queen, is the reason that I've decided to move my blog.

So, bookmark the page, memorize the URL, or keep it permanently open in your browser--do whatever you have to do so you can stay up-to-date with my exciting, fanciful activities!