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Name: Leah
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, music, blogging, terrorizing people, being an evil flirt.....playing french horn every day of my life.
Being a HORN STAR
Expertise: hmmmm...expertise...hornstar. Slightly different than being a pornstar...although if you know me from YS you might disagree...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Music
Message: message me
AIM:  ArwenUndomiel006
Member Since:
3/10/2005
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| LAPPY!!!!
OH HOW I LOVE YOU, LAPPY!!!!!
Some people love lamp, I love lappy.
I love lappy.
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| We've entered Day Five of the Lappy Snatch, however, I have discovered my mom's "invisibility cloak" as she has so annoyingly termed her hiding spot for the lappy.
My mom is currently at work, so I feel no shame in taking the lappy out of its case in the hiding spot, charging it here in my room, and bumming around on it to my heart's content.
I will have to hide it briefly when my lazy ass brother gets up, since he seems to enjoy snitching on me.
In other news, I have rediscovered why it is I got a lappy in the first place.
The fight for compy time has been brutal. I've just about gone insane because if I write things by hand at any speed whatsoever, it quickly becomes illegible, even to me.
And I hate writing by hand. Somehow it feels more exposed, so I feel the need to make my handwriting as illegible as possible to keep the prying eyes of my family (mother) away.
In other news, I'm still thoroughly appalled that BRAD PITT is going to be playing John Galt.
I would type out Ayn Rand's description of John Galt, but I have to shower at least a bit before I go pick up my sister.
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| I have come across a tragedy beyond words.
And by beyond words, I mean I was torn between the urge to laugh and cry. That is how bad this is.
Lionsgate, a Hollywood studio, is making a movie of a book. This book has an immortal query, which now has a new answer that makes me want to weep.
"Who is John Galt?"
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| My mom steals my stuff.
It's actually a frequent occurance, and I have three really good examples right off the bat.
1. For about six months, I searched my closet for this white tanktop which I thoroughly adore, as it is gorgeous and very sexy. I wanted to wear it on many occasions, and I became increasingly frustrated with my belief that the closet had eaten it.
Recently, my sister walked out the door wearing my shirt. I thought (and said) WTF?! I've been looking for that shirt.
Goatie, by this point rather stunned, said, "Um, it was in mom's closet and she said I could wear it."
My mom is thoroughly aware that I love and adore that shirt. She's refused to let me wear it on numerous occasions, as it is "too see-through."
2. After getting caught reading Harry Potter 4 when I "should be thinking of others" i.e. doing bullshit chores, my mom confiscated my copy of it for almost a week.
After I got it back (found it myself), she caught me reading HP5 and confiscated it for over a week and only gave it back before I left on a seven hour car trip.
3. SHE'S STOLEN MY UNDERWEAR!!!! After buying me "real" underwear, she proceeded to (without telling me, may I note) take half of my thongs! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!
I think if she still takes my stuff after I turn eighteen, I'll accuse her of theft.
Another ridiculous thing on a slightly different subject is that I learned that Paul (from the Bible) invented socialism.
I hate socialism.
It sounds nice and pretty on paper, but when carried through to its logical conclusion, IT DOESN'T WORK.
I also despise churches that preach to upper middle class Podunkville that they should give 20-30% + of their money to the church because we should be "joyfully generous."
Utter bullshit, I say!
I'm going to go call Neil, that we can maybe ENJOY a nice day together, and I won't have to think about bloody socialist Paul and his bloody socialist second letter to the Corinthians.
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