Here we go again

Well, after giving Blogger a try for a while, I'm finding it to be rather user UNfriendly so I'm moving on:

http://delicateleah.vox.com/

I'm not obsessed

Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix came out yesterday, and I'm going to see it this weekend!! Hooray! I am currently reading book six in preparation for book seven's delivery to my doorstep in a few weeks. Here's the extra nerdy part: when I see people display their HP love, I feel a kinship with them. I've been known to smile at people on the highway with HP bumper stickers, my favorite being Republicans for Voldemort. I also tend to be a snob about the "bandwagoners". If they started reading the books AFTER the movies came out as part of the mania, they're not real fans, and worse yet it they only like the movies and dare call themselves Harry Potter fans, it is truly unacceptable!! The characters are so much richer in the books, and so many details and funny/sad/telling parts of the tales are missing from the films it is sad that you are missing out. On the whole, the movies are great adaptations (lets not talk about The Prisoner of Azkaban) but are just that, adaptations. I need help.

My name is Leah, I am a caffiene addict.

I am such a pathetic addict. I was in a major foul mood this morning, but then I got to work and had my first cup of that sweet sweet java and my whole day changed. I didn't want to slam the phone down repeatedly when the call center transferred a call, and I got bizarre joy watching someone get ticketed and subsequently towed from in front of my office. Yeah, turns out you need to have license plates on your vehicle to drive it around. Who knew? I swear the sun shone a little brighter after the 2nd cup of coffee and the music playing on the radio was all songs I like. All of this happiness brought on by just a little brewed beverage. Thank you, coffee, for making the world a better place.

Chunky Delicious

On my multi-weekly trip to Coffee Bean this morning, I shook it up and got a nice iced latte since we've been having some sort of heat wave. As I'm getting settled into my desk and trying to decide what to procrastinate on doing first, I take a big old swig and feel something scratching down my throat. I look at the bottom of the cup and there is a pile of coffee grounds just hanging out there. Now, I have been known to enjoy a chocolate covered coffee bean now and then, and sometimes just chew on one while I'm grinding his little friends into French Roast kibble, but when there is a bunch of the grounds in my drink when I'm not expecting it is a different story completely. I don't enjoy eating or imbibing things that very closely resemble dirt (and could be for all I know). I'm really weird about food, if lettuce is too wilty I won't eat it (ecoli), if fruit or a veggie has holes in it I won't eat it (bugs), if the brick of cheese has mold on one side the whole thing goes in the trash, so I'm not real impressed with the chunks in my coffee. Thanks a lot Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for giving me one more thing to spaz about.

But I NEED it!

Target is a black hole for all my money. I go in there for a few little things like Q tips and toilet paper and end up walking out of there with Q tips, TP, a few tank tops, a new bra, toothbrushes, a cord for my ipod, some cool looking stuff for my hair, new sandals and $100 poorer. This happens every time. Every damn time. Target has some sort of power over me and my debit card. As soon as the electric doors whoosh open, I go all zombie. Instead of needing brains to survive, I need a bunch of useless crap. I'm practically shuffling around there with my wallet open in one hand dragging my dead leg behind me moaning "Lip gloss! Liiiiiiip gloooooooss!"

Who's Brilliant Idea was Summertime Colds?

Ugh. I've been out sick the last few days with a disgusting summer cold. I'm still feeling pretty hazy, so I'm not really productive at work today. Sorry, PLCU. I spent the last 2 days lying on my couch watching reality shows on TLC, we're talking A Wedding Story, A Baby Story, Bringing Home Baby and the like. It was pretty awesome. There are all of these lovely functional happy families out there, and all they want is to have it on video for the whole world to see and share in their joy. I usually end up mocking them, and then flipping to Maury when it gets too gooey for me. Nothing like a "who's my baby daddy" show to counteract the saccharine sweetness of TLC.

Sunburns are dumb

I got a wicked sunburn sitting at the beach bars on Sunday. My back and chest are pretty crispy, but the worst part of it is the part in my hair. We're talking disgusting blisters that popped all over the place last night, scabby and painful. I bet if you shaved my head in a few days it would have a nice brown line all the way down the middle. But then my head would probably look like a butt, so please don't.

Online... on campus?

Ok, so I guess I'm not taking classes this summer. I dropped my two Chicano Studies because I don't have time to read 3 books outside of regular class work, and I don't really feel like researching a "cultural event" to attend and write a paper on. I took online classes because they are supposed to be easy, HELLO!! So, I figured Chicano Studies are out and I'll just take it easy and go with the one English class I signed up for. Well, I signed on today to find out that there are 3 in class tests. In class as in on campus in the middle of the day. You know, when I'm working. Does this guy not understand the point of a summer online class? ONLINE, meaning on my computer without ever seeing you face to face, so now I have to drop the class. Wonderful.

Waldo F'ed me up, Dude!

Lets go to camp!

Its official, there will be a Ponies convention next weekend! Miss Ashley is coming down for a bridal shower and we're turning it into Camp Blaster. We've got camp uniforms, a hike planned, arts and crafts. Be prepared for some sweet ass pictures in the next few weeks!

A HA HA HA HA HA !

Hilton Ordered Back to Jail!
Posted Jun 8th 2007 3:05PM by TMZ StaffFiled under: Celebrity JusticeParis Hilton was just ordered back to jail in Lynwood to serve out the remainder of her sentence! She'll get credit for 5 days already served.Hilton left the courtroom in tears, screaming, "Mom, Mom, Mom."One witness described the scene as: Paris was "physically escorted" out of the courtroom by a female deputy.

This rules! I'm glad that the judge reinstated the full 45 day term, justbecause of her presumption that paying off the sheriff would have gotten her out of doing time. And, come on! Its only 20 days! Get someone to give you a few books, and work on yourself while you have the time alone.

Go, Big Girl!

I went to see Hairspray last night with Darcy and Nicole. It was so cute! I highly reccomend it. It was amazing to see some of the women shaking it while singing and weighing in over 200 lbs. It must be difficult to be that athletic and still have to keep a lot of weight on you at once. Think about it, the woman who plays Tracy gets paid to eat all the time to maintain a hefty frame and she's considered hot. I love this show.

Tee hee

This probably makes me a bad person, but when I see other people in an uncomfortable situation sometimes it makes me laugh. This morning, for example. I was walking down to the garage and ended up behind two people who were obviously doing the walk of shame. The woman was all dressed to go to work, and the guy was slightly rumpled in his shorts and tshirt (classic- it had a jolly roger on the back with the words "surrender the booty" below it) that he obviously wore to the bar last night. "But they might be a legitimate couple" you say? Well, she was walking about two steps ahead of him while he was shuffling behind her, neither of them were talking, and the tension as they got into her car was palpable when she asked him where he lived. Total hook up. I couldn't help but giggle when he said OB, because that's going to be a nice uncomfortable 15 minute drive. But hey, 15 minutes of "Sooo, do you like...stuff?" was probably worth the night of $2 wells and the crazy drunk booty that followed.

Gag me

So, Paris Hilton got moved from real jail to house arrest. Good for her that she had enough money to pay her shrink to tell someone that she is so mentally f'ed in prison that "medically" she can't be there. That's retarded. All of her gibberish about wanting to take responsibility for her actions was complete crap. Its nice to see that its true that enough money can get you out of anything. I wonder what getting off for murder costs?

Simple things

You know, it doesn't really take very much to make me happy. Today I found the replacement part for my vacuum that I'd given up on ever finding. Instead of spending hundreds to get a new vacuum, I spent $5 to get a new handle. Hooray! Now I say F you to the Eureka website that lauds their ability to provide you with parts for their own vacuums. Not so, as last time I checked a new filter is not the same as a replacement part. On top of that cool happening, I enjoyed a leftover half of a salad from lunch yesterday that was even more delicious than I remembered it. So now I'm extra happy as my tummy is full and my home can be clean!

They're here!

The shoes of destiny have arrived! They are awesome! Cute, comfortable, and bedazzled. Everything I love. See?

Also, who loves the sweet carpet that is all over my office? Its like a party in here.

The end is near

Today is my Humanities final, tomorrow is my last Health test, and Monday is my final critique for Design. Hooray! Now I will have a few nights that I will actually get to be home, make a real meal, and dare I say it? Make plans with people! Crazy, I know. Here's the weird part: I'm going to kind of miss my Design class. I know I bitched about how much I hate the people in it, and the amount of money I had to spend on it, blah blah blah, but it was kind of fun...

Give me a freakin break

http://www.tmz.com/2007/05/27/coke-found-in-lohan-dui-invesitagation/

What an idiot. She's another one I'm sending to the Island. You know the Island where useless people are sent before they can procreate and then we blow it up...

Ready, set, summer

I love love LOVE long weekends. I just had a great one! Saturday Nicole Darcy and I celebrated Darcy's graduation with attempting to mingle at a reception presented by USD, but we turned out to be basically the only guests as the actual commencement ceremony went way over time. So we took the party to Gordon Biersch and after a few drinks (two words: pommegranite mojito) we were all burping up garlic fries and took it back to the Casa to watch Apocalypto. Turns out it was a pretty OK movie. Sunday the three of us maintained the long standing brunch tradition and enjoyed some sunshine at PB Bar and Grill, good times. This was a great kick off to summer! It was really nice to just relax and hang out with my ladies. I can't wait to finally be able to see my friends and play in the sun!

Do you smell that?

Last night was the last class for Humanities, the test next week and I'm done! I can't believe that this semester is finally almost over. Hurrah! I am going to miss some of the antics of the crazies that go to school there though. Last night, I got in the elevator with a few other people and as the doors were about to close this guy does that sneak sideways Mission Impossible style in. As the elevator is slowly making its way to the fourth floor, I smelled something weird. At first I thought that it was some KMart style rank perfume, but no, that wasn't it. It was a familiar smell though, it reminded me of parties in college and tubing on the Otter Tail. Then I looked over at the fat Ethan Hunt, he took a nice lingering swig of a BEER and did the commercial "Aah" thing. The rest of us looked a little weirded out that he was straight up having a brew on his way to class. I think it was at that point that he became cognizant of the fact that there were other people in the elevator and did that stupid thing where you hold the beer can down at your side hiding it behind your hand (you know, how you carry a beer to the next dorm over). This only makes it more obvious that you know you are doing something wrong, and you look like a tool holding your arm stiffly at your side.

I believe!

Right now I completely believe in fate. The greatest thing has just happened to me! I have been looking for a particular pair of shoes for a while and haven't really been able to find anything close enough for under $60, but today while I was cruising around piperlime.com I found them. On sale. And here's where the fate part steps in: the only size they had left was an 8.5. It was meant to be!

Enjoy...

Jerks!

The Wig Thieves

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Why is it that as soon as your boss leaves for the day (or long weekend...YES!!) you lose all drive and ability to do work? My boss left at about noon today and I have spent the afternoon reading celebrity gossip, filing my nails, show shopping and "checking the fax" to make sure to keep up the guise that I'm a useful employee.

Underpants, PLEASE!

I know that some people feel that wearing underwear is optional. Every once in a while with tight pants, or a skirt with that fabric that shows EVERY line, it is arguably acceptable. BUT if you are a dude and wearing low slung pants, underwear is a MUST. Here is a simple test for determining when you need to wear undies:
1.) With any sort of movement could my no-no place be seen? Yes = Undies, No= your choice
2.) Have I worn these pants prior to now without a wash in between? Yes=Undies, No= your choice

These are the general guidelines I wish someone would tell the dude who was on the elevator with me at Mesa last night, who when he lifted his arms to put on his backpack revealed to the rest of us in the elevator his whole (unruly) bush. The horror could have been avoided if he'd just thrown on a pair of chonies...

Sydney Salvi

The mother of my best friend from high school died this week. If you know her, and even if you don't, say a quick prayer for Molly.

Archives

http://delicateleah.spaces.live.com/

This is the link to the old blog. Since MSN takes forever and a day to load my pics, be patient if you want to wade through the archives (I reccomend it, good stuff there) and see some pictures...

Lettuce of the Damned

So, you know how sometimes if you get a salad from a fast food type of place the lettuce may not be the freshest and if gives you tummy problems? Well, I know this feeling intimately as I eat a lot of salads. I had this situation happen to me yesterday when I opted for lettuce instead of spinach on my sandwich from Subway. To a normal person, this would not be a topic of note, but as I am weirdly paranoid about food, every time this happens I am CONVINCED that I have just contracted the Ecoli virus. Then, I usually get the Ecoli virus confused with Ebola, and am constantly checking to make sure my eyeballs aren't bleeding. This then leads to flash backs to 28 Days Later, and I'm pretty sure that the Ebola/Ecoli that is running rampant through my system is the rare mutant form that will kill me in my sleep and by tomorrow I'll be the walking dead slowly shuffling around looking for some "Braaaaaaiiins"... Since I'm here writing this entry, I think it can be safely assumed that I'm fine and will not be attempting to snack on any of my fellow employees today. Whew.

Giving it a whirl

MSN live spaces is sort of sucking my butt right now, so we're going to try this place. Now, if I can figure out how to get my pictures all up on here...