<?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-5882790830624730674</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:50:11.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have small arms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1396576936893053199</id><published>2009-07-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:55:01.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you ever questioned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life when they have to decide how commited they are to the things they love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Sorry mom, but I am pretty commited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SmnxCojpEOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q7JwJpvogSs/s1600-h/Rocky+Rocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SmnxCojpEOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q7JwJpvogSs/s400/Rocky+Rocky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362081858910228706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1396576936893053199?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1396576936893053199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1396576936893053199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1396576936893053199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1396576936893053199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-case-you-ever-questioned.html' title='In case you ever questioned...'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SmnxCojpEOI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q7JwJpvogSs/s72-c/Rocky+Rocky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3910240531652678720</id><published>2009-06-08T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:07:38.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't cut my finer nails, someone is going to get hurt</title><content type='html'>There has been a lot of controversy over if I can train my cat to walk on a leash, OR&lt;br /&gt;More like if it is right to walk my cat on a leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; world who does not know me well, I have a cat named "The Boo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a69/Hehlea/?action=view&amp;amp;current=leaandboo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a69/Hehlea/leaandboo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is just about the best cat in the world, but some have compared him to other more unfavorable characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a69/Hehlea/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2616932868_3749fe404c_o1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a69/Hehlea/2616932868_3749fe404c_o1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago I moved into a new apartment, which I enjoy but is the smallest place that The Boo has ever lived. Since moving this apartment he has become very attention starved and a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt;.  So my solution has been to try and ween him into walking with me outside. So I purchased a cat harness and the great experiment has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with just wearing the harness in the house, no leash, no restrictions, just a little harness. He is rewarded with treats to not bite my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase two so far has been difficult yet successful. We have made it to the porch and our goal is to "sit pretty". The first day he freaked out for about an hour and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; me in front of my neighbors. Eventually calming down, but still tried to bit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; guy that lives next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two of phase two was much easier than day one. He only freaked out a quarter of the time as last week and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to embark of Phase 3 yet, which is walking to the corner store, but all things come to those who wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some helpful facts to cat walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hdw-inc.com/leashtraining.htm"&gt;http://www.hdw-inc.com/leashtraining.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the great experiment begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3910240531652678720?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3910240531652678720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3910240531652678720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3910240531652678720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3910240531652678720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-dont-cut-my-finer-nails-someone-is.html' title='If I don&apos;t cut my finer nails, someone is going to get hurt'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3642753470002275029</id><published>2009-06-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:59:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh</title><content type='html'>So I am getting seriously nervous about how I am going to try and spend the next hour and five minutes looking like I have something to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have managed to kill about 3 hours with internet searching, but the time is nearing no return. I will escape to lunch at two but there is so much time to look busy in between now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad thing is I want real work. I would love to wake up and say, man I can't wait to have something to do today. Which I do, after 4. I have plenty to do after 4 pm today. In fact I have so much stuff I can do outside of this job, that it would be great not to have it. However looking nice thin by choice probably is completely different than being thin due to starvation since I cannot afford food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that more jobs were becoming available. Maybe I should spend this time looking for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I will try that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3642753470002275029?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3642753470002275029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3642753470002275029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3642753470002275029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3642753470002275029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-oh.html' title='uh oh'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2113990414303980944</id><published>2009-05-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T09:27:35.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Rambo in the morning</title><content type='html'>Today's stock room discussion started off with me discussing my obtainable dream of owning an all Rocky montage tape. Mostly of trainging and fight scenes, but I would probably also add a few choice quotes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anway, Howard (a small fellow of about 57 who uses an oxygen tank) told me that his favorite Rocky was "First Blood". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at him for a minute to make sure he wasn't joking, and than proceeded to explain to him that Rocky, is a character, and what he is thinking of is the person Sly Stallone playing John Rambo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't quite follow what I was saying, but we did agree that "First Blood" was an excellent movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2113990414303980944?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2113990414303980944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2113990414303980944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2113990414303980944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2113990414303980944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-rambo-in-morning.html' title='A little Rambo in the morning'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-8709392338241366858</id><published>2009-05-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:55:15.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to use three different marinades</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was another successful BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Harold threw a BBQ for me because it was my birthday last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made food for it, and discovered that marinading is the secret to true happiness. Not just in food but in love, life, and sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love,&lt;br /&gt;You cannot just jump into the relationship. You have to let it stew, sit, soak in the juice (gross). You can't just assume that what you are doing will taste great at first bite. You have to put the correct spices into the recipe. If you just always go for the fast solution, you end up with the McDonald's of relationships over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Life,&lt;br /&gt;If you just went into it with what you were first handed it would be boring. Nothing to do, nothing to invest in, nothing to cherish. You have to develop opinions and morals. You would taste terrible over hot coals if there was nothing to you! You also have to accept that sometimes things are like onions, you cry over what will one day turn out to be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Sundays,&lt;br /&gt;You can't rush a perfect sunday. You have to go out to breakfast, decide if the movies you are going to watch for the day are going to be comedy, horror, or action themed. You have to pick the right combination of comedies to what you are going to eat.&lt;br /&gt;You can't have chinese during a horror movie! You will be trying to pick up a piece of General Tso's with chopsticks and miss a slash or gash! That is a pizza situation. Quick bites that you don't have to focus on.  Falafel during a romantic dramaedy? What are you thinking?! How sexy are hot balls? None to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when it comes to the Sunday you cannot just spend it with any friend, you have to find a Harold type character. One that knows how to pick Chinese food like a fine wine. Can understand the subtle joke of "Canadian Tuxedo", and will cry with you over the fat kid in "Bad Santa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Folks marinading is the secret. It only took me until 25 to learn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-8709392338241366858?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/8709392338241366858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=8709392338241366858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8709392338241366858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8709392338241366858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-to-use-three-different.html' title='You have to use three different marinades'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1092275542603791056</id><published>2009-05-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:48:53.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to smile</title><content type='html'>Check out Vikki's blog.&lt;br /&gt;She is an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this today and it makes me pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vikkichu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://vikkichu.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very talented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1092275542603791056?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1092275542603791056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1092275542603791056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1092275542603791056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1092275542603791056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-want-to-smile.html' title='If you want to smile'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5949974448275973001</id><published>2009-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:30:01.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Noah come down and tell anyone to build an Arc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to the Barnes Foundation and Museum &lt;a href="http://www.barnesfoundation.org/"&gt;http://www.barnesfoundation.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The patrons of the Barnes museum all had a creepily familar resemblence to each other. Most were middle age, "hippish", but obviously make over 65,000 a year. I saw more earth shoes and Sigg bottles then I care to on a nomarl day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another interesting thing about the people at the Barnes was that several of them were wearing protective masks, to prevent them from catching the Swine Flu. I saw more people wearing protective masks at the Barnes in the suburbs than all of Philadelphia yesterday. Think about that, think about who CNN is targeting to care about this "potential pandemic". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I took every opportunity to get close to these people and pretend sneeze or cough. Say loudly near them how I just returned from a flight. I had one woman completely leave the room to get away from, while others just scattered in different directions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't get me wrong, some of the art was interesting to see, but over all the most beautiful thing about the museum was the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sf77yFBl_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ds_3tpbgLOA/s1600-h/van_gogh_portrait_of_the_postman_joseph_roulin_vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331975846614138530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sf77yFBl_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ds_3tpbgLOA/s200/van_gogh_portrait_of_the_postman_joseph_roulin_vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sf77aFDgIRI/AAAAAAAAABY/DNFt3uhjAoo/s1600-h/masks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331975434305282322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sf77aFDgIRI/AAAAAAAAABY/DNFt3uhjAoo/s200/masks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     vs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5949974448275973001?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5949974448275973001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5949974448275973001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5949974448275973001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5949974448275973001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-noah-come-down-and-tell-anyone-to.html' title='Did Noah come down and tell anyone to build an Arc?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sf77yFBl_qI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ds_3tpbgLOA/s72-c/van_gogh_portrait_of_the_postman_joseph_roulin_vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-8260554207352857626</id><published>2009-04-29T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:14:28.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay put for 8 hours and we'll give you some money</title><content type='html'>So I just returned from my vacation. &lt;br /&gt;I am completely rejuvenated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was juvenated once. &lt;br /&gt;Lost it. &lt;br /&gt;Got juventated again. &lt;br /&gt;Re-Juventated." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that above statement is kind of a fib. I am glad to be back in Philadelphia, but my whole plane ride home I kept thinking about my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel like I get paid to essentially stay put somewhere for 8 hours. It is like I signed up for someone to come down and say &lt;br /&gt;"Hello Lea, &lt;br /&gt;If you stay in the one building for eight hours, we will give you an hour of work to do, and the rest of the time you must look busy. After that is completed at the end of every two weeks, you can have some money." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how much I enjoy this arrangement. Yes the shelter and food are pretty good, but mentally, I think I am losing something. I acutally watched the movie "Dodge ball" yesterday, and when I fell asleep through it the first time, I started watching it again from where I remembered leaving off. Does that sound like something an intelligent person would do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean some how they have a pirate in that movie? Someone was casted as the pirate in a dodge ball movie! The sad thing about that, is the man who played that dumb pirate is actually a pretty good actor. Alan Tudyk, or some might remember him as "Wash" from firefly/serenity. If you are a real tv nerd he was also "Pastor Veal", Anne (bland, egg, Anne Bell)'s dad in Arrested Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a larger purpose to this post, but as the keys start to fly by more I realize that complaining about work is not the way to go. I think that I should just start doing office pranks. &lt;br /&gt;Or getting everyone in the office to play the "Circle Game" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sfi1Eha4MmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-u2Jkn4D7gA/s1600-h/circle+correct+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sfi1Eha4MmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-u2Jkn4D7gA/s320/circle+correct+2.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got you. Next time I see you, I am punching you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-8260554207352857626?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/8260554207352857626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=8260554207352857626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8260554207352857626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8260554207352857626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-put-for-8-hours-and-well-give-you.html' title='Stay put for 8 hours and we&apos;ll give you some money'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/Sfi1Eha4MmI/AAAAAAAAABI/-u2Jkn4D7gA/s72-c/circle+correct+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4573715238690990605</id><published>2009-04-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:58:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams really do come true</title><content type='html'>This is it everybody, I am off to the land of milk and honey. &lt;br /&gt;Or commerce and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Colin and I are going to Disney World again. Call it a re-union, Call it a great vacation spot, but please "Don't call it a come back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we are going to dive into deep sea adventures in Sea World, and possibly try to conquer the majestic Blizzard Beach. There is a water slide that supposably makes you travel over 60 miles per hour. Not only will I test my own personal limits, but I will test the strength of my NEW Victoria's Secret bathing suit. I have a sneaky suspcion that the world of Disney will be seeing my boob pop out, but hey that is the definition of family fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I expect to accomplish while in Florida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will get sun burned on at least 80% of my body&lt;br /&gt;-I will drunkly sing, not one but two Michael Jackson songs&lt;br /&gt;-Watching my Grandpop (Which I will get to see, and Colin will get to meet) whistle while making his muscle dance&lt;br /&gt;-Drink at least three bottles of some type of Whiskey&lt;br /&gt;-Probably making out in one hotel pool&lt;br /&gt;-Finding Walt Disney's frozen head and taking my picture with it while wearing mouse ears&lt;br /&gt;-Getting four or five stretched pennies. I collect them, I even have a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more but I actually have to work. &lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4573715238690990605?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4573715238690990605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4573715238690990605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4573715238690990605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4573715238690990605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams-really-do-come-true.html' title='Dreams really do come true'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1566057852640161733</id><published>2009-04-18T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:07:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the titanic sank</title><content type='html'>So last night I made and decorated a Titanic cake. &lt;br /&gt;After assembling it, turning my face blue with icing it looked ok. &lt;br /&gt;I was able to take photos, but this morning the worst happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the fridge went back to 1912 and the second part of the ship sank! The cake on the one side was destroyed, because it crashed into iceberg lettuce (Ok I made that up to be dramatic, but it did hit something in the fridge and broke through all 16 hulls) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the party will still be a success, but the first person that mentions the destroyed cake will be as dead as one of the patrons that was on that ship in 1912. The will not freeze to death because of the warm weather, but I will think of something else just as terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1566057852640161733?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1566057852640161733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1566057852640161733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1566057852640161733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1566057852640161733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-titanic-sank.html' title='How the titanic sank'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5583764694714695582</id><published>2009-04-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:04:46.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a sunday morning?</title><content type='html'>So I have recently been watching "The Wire" and honestly I cannot get enough of the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show has really made me want to enter the drug game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons why I would excel at being the most triflin, frightin, low down drug dealer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I know how to talk like I am from the streets. Unlike most white people, I do not need an urban dictionary to run this shit.  (That means run the operation)&lt;br /&gt;2) What cop would ever suspect me of being a drug dealer? Have you seen me lately? Look at my cheeks &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SejPUQHiTaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dU8zEuLMq38/s1600-h/cheekus+maximus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SejPUQHiTaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dU8zEuLMq38/s200/cheekus+maximus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325734506196520354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who expects a Cabbage patch kid to sell them drugs? No one, I would get away clean!&lt;br /&gt;3) I already have like three or four gansta names. For example: Lil Cheesy. If that doesn't scream drug overlord what does? I have also been called Lil Buns and Lil Tank. All as tough as the streets themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a master of disguise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SejP23u4-cI/AAAAAAAAABA/t7XXb7KclA0/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SejP23u4-cI/AAAAAAAAABA/t7XXb7KclA0/s200/awesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735100946119106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who can not tell, that is me! I know hard to believe. &lt;br /&gt;5) I have a pose that plays GTA like all the time. What better learning tool is there than grand theft auto on how to be a gansta? &lt;br /&gt;6) Finally I have seen almost all of the episodes of The Wire and have watched the commentary. That show pretty much shows you how not to get caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find someone to give me a package.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5583764694714695582?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5583764694714695582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5583764694714695582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5583764694714695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5583764694714695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-sunday-morning.html' title='On a sunday morning?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SejPUQHiTaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dU8zEuLMq38/s72-c/cheekus+maximus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3379843417430742379</id><published>2009-04-07T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:38:57.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh internet spill forth with entertaining bounty</title><content type='html'>I have discovered time and time again that my multi-tasking ability is by far one of the strongest in all of Philadelphia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am typing on the internet, drinking a soda, drawing in a scratch magic book, and I just completed a nose pick task force mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are wondering &lt;br /&gt;"What, That is amazing! But how Lea, how can you top all of that" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by reading this magazine and the Metro paper on my desk at the sametime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Lea, don't you have work that needs to be completed" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well faithful reader, I am finsihed that too, in fact I finished all work about a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future plans for the day are to draw and eat lunch at some point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that pistachio's are being recalled around the country for semonila(spelled wrong I am sure). &lt;br /&gt;What is America coming to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3379843417430742379?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3379843417430742379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3379843417430742379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3379843417430742379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3379843417430742379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-internet-spill-forth-with.html' title='Oh internet spill forth with entertaining bounty'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6458804857983465574</id><published>2009-04-06T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:23:18.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is like monday</title><content type='html'>So I just dropped my glasses in the toliet, So if I have pink eye next week we all know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to you properly clean your glasses after something like that happens? (And if you are wondering yes it was after I already went) &lt;br /&gt;I ran a bunch of really hot water and filled the sink up with soap. Hopefully that kills all germs in my path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I cannot figure out how to work the internet properly. I have been coming up with road blocks left and right trying to make the internet entertain me, and with no luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about as interesting as a monday morning can get I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6458804857983465574?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6458804857983465574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6458804857983465574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6458804857983465574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6458804857983465574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/04/everyday-is-like-monday.html' title='Everyday is like monday'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7619997569513941821</id><published>2009-03-23T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:11:22.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So why won't the weather behave?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday it was almost 60 degrees out, today 40? &lt;br /&gt;Why can March not commit to one temp? If it is going to be cold, let it consistantly be cold. I wore a dress today thinking I was in the safe zone. What happen you are wondering?&lt;br /&gt;We a wasted day of shaved legs for starters! Plus those of you who know me, have you seen my boobs? Erect nipples is just class less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have almost gotten caught three times at work updating a blog and not working, so that is all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7619997569513941821?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7619997569513941821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7619997569513941821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7619997569513941821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7619997569513941821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-why-wont-weather-behave.html' title='So why won&apos;t the weather behave?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1578389369891738018</id><published>2009-03-18T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:32:31.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is my voice heard?</title><content type='html'>Oh mighty internet blogging area, I am back! &lt;br /&gt;After months of not writing about my daily exploits, I have returned to entertain you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been going on in my life you ask? &lt;br /&gt;Well a few things, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I thought there was going to be a Michael Jackson come back (or farewell, however you want to look at it) tour. OF COURSE there are only tour dates in London. After I signed up to sell my ovaries to pay for my ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I am currently wasting my life in a new location. I was in Elkins Park working and now I am in a new basement on Temple's main campus. My job has some how manifested to be even more boring than what is originally was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, &lt;br /&gt;Spring is around the corner, which means I will be back in a big way. I usually hide for the winter, but soon, so soon I will emerge and celebrate spring, with bar hopping and BBQ arranging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one post of many to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I will be showing art soon, you should come see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Lea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1578389369891738018?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1578389369891738018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1578389369891738018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1578389369891738018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1578389369891738018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-my-voice-heard.html' title='Is my voice heard?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7819484230722286384</id><published>2007-05-07T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T10:54:37.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people make me mix cd's</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was one of the best weekends I have had in a LONG time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is sun burnt, but besides that, so much laughing, and dancing, and singing, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A re-cap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur:&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse show... Amazing! Drinking at the electric factory is expensive, but was completely worth it! I had the same spot that I had when we saw the decemberist. I could see everything perfect and they played a varity of old and new music. I also had a great vintage dress on!&lt;br /&gt;I know, you are thinking, "Lea, How could your night get better than that?" &lt;br /&gt;Well I left the concert a little early, and rode my bike down to see SPIDER-MAN 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up really early, snuck into Shawna's room and made her come out to breakfast with James, Dustin, and myself. We went to Ant's pants, because it is the Ant's Pants! (Corny thy name is Lea) After that Erin and I went to see grindhouse at the roxy in the middle of the day with coke bottles filled with rum... Let me tell you, that ended AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;We also went to doobies, Harold met up with us, but Erin and I do not really remember that happening very clearly... &lt;br /&gt;Eventually ended up at Sal's, unfortunately &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;writing blogs is just not as fun as they used to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7819484230722286384?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7819484230722286384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7819484230722286384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7819484230722286384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7819484230722286384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/05/people-make-me-mix-cds.html' title='people make me mix cd&apos;s'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5603123597776313598</id><published>2007-05-02T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:58:50.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why irish drinking music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WING-AGEDDON&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the owner of McGillin's to come and take a picture with us!&lt;br /&gt;Bouncers had to get involved with calming us down, AND &lt;br /&gt;Harold and I played Peaches "Fuck the pain away" on the jukebox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy= Wing-ageddon crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we need to make new catagories for the members.. &lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;Rachael should win dirtiest shirt prize. &lt;br /&gt;Greg should win 1) worst song picker 2) most drunken non-drinker 3) Silliest camera poser&lt;br /&gt;Shawna should win girl who can eat the most wins&lt;br /&gt;I will take girl who can drink the most beer&lt;br /&gt;Shaneski can have boy who can drink the most beer&lt;br /&gt;and the whole group can we "coolest people at the bar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun all around. We went to 4 different bars! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Bob, James, and myself watched Harold drink his first slurpee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I unfortunately got to see Harold and James pee on the street.&lt;br /&gt;But we also got to see Harold fall into trash, so all in all great night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ice cream sandwich fell on the ground... I just pretended that it didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight should be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur at the modest mouse show, FOLLOWED BY SPIDEY should be the best time of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5603123597776313598?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5603123597776313598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5603123597776313598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5603123597776313598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5603123597776313598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-irish-drinking-music.html' title='why irish drinking music?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7837927460206237179</id><published>2007-04-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:07:47.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>The past three weeks have been so "heinous". &lt;br /&gt;I have almost completly lost my voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write more, but I don't care to right now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small re-cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whiskey, friend or foe&lt;br /&gt;-New York, awesome&lt;br /&gt;-Managers meeting, lame&lt;br /&gt;-Bob's BBQ, amazing time&lt;br /&gt;-Sal's afterwards, kind of crazy and black outy&lt;br /&gt;-Softball, couldn't happen&lt;br /&gt;-Breakfast, very pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming week is going to be apart of the best two weeks of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7837927460206237179?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7837927460206237179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7837927460206237179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7837927460206237179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7837927460206237179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6046523938248978978</id><published>2007-04-20T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:43:38.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy and dark skin</title><content type='html'>It seems like every night is turning into a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael, Rory, Pat, Shane, Meg, Andy, and myself ended up having a spur of the moment Super Nintendo/Beer/Wine/Pizza party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory knocked the Nintendo so ALL of our glory was erased, but we did listen to a lot of good music and told a lot of good stories. &lt;br /&gt;It was really exciting to have people come over to my house, because no one ever comes over. I live in West Philadelphia, and sometimes I think West Philadelphia ia surrounded by Lava. No one ever wants to travel there. Last night was different. People came, danced, sang, and drank. &lt;br /&gt;I even let Rachael share my down comforters with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two in the morning nights are starting to kill me, but it has been a fun couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a list of things that are coming up, that are awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Party in South Philadelphia. I'm not going, I'm going, I'm not going, I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;- For real going to the carnival on saturday!&lt;br /&gt;- Possible paper party saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;- Pot Luck Sunday&lt;br /&gt;- Wing-ageddon&lt;br /&gt;- Modest Mouse concert&lt;br /&gt;- SPIDERMAN 3 (Thank God)&lt;br /&gt;- Stinko de mayo&lt;br /&gt;- CUBS VS. PHILLIES HOME GAME!&lt;br /&gt;- Genesius Project group show at the Mew Gallery. New works, New Members, New fun. &lt;br /&gt;May 19th! OPENING&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6046523938248978978?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6046523938248978978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6046523938248978978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6046523938248978978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6046523938248978978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/heavy-and-dark-skin.html' title='Heavy and dark skin'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4058788432975991448</id><published>2007-04-19T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:24:29.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderin' why christmas missed us</title><content type='html'>Last night was a good time. I helped Bob screen print shirts for his comic-con in Ohio. &lt;br /&gt;The shirts have a T-Rex head on them (which is sweet) &lt;br /&gt;on three of the shirts, especially for Rory we screen printed the words "Be Cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the story of "Be Cool"&lt;br /&gt;(Please keep in mind all of this story has been re-told to me. I was intoxicated at the time, but it comes from a very reliable and sober source. Everything in Italics I remember... anything else... well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Saturday night after drinking at Ray's Happy Birthday bar, we meet up with Rory and his lovely sister (Who I will have to apologize to for the rest of my life.) The both of them were already pretty loaded off of a bottle of tequila, but joined us for shots. &lt;br /&gt;  We decided the leave Ray's and go to the worst bar in Philadelphia, The Dive. (The one good thing about The Dive is Pat is friends with all the bartenders, so the tab stays low. There is a whole group of us. We have the now regulars Shane, Rachael, Pat, Curt, and myself with the addition of Rory and his sister, all TORE at The Dive, where we begin to do shots of Jager and drink cheap beer. Rory and Shane are drunk enough to be head butting one another, and Rachael and I are just having a good time. The DJ at the Dive was a friend of a friend Drew. He starts playing classic rock, and several prime wing-ageddon songs. So we all get a little excited and start stomping out feet on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;  This is the first time we almost get thrown out of the Dive. We were stomping so hard that plaster was hitting people at the bar on the second floor. So we calmly apologize but continue to rock out... And this is where I sort of have lights out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To continue, Everyone starts to get louder, and it is getting close to last call. Rory decides that he is really upset by the notion that there is no way for anyone to drink more at the bar. So he tries to jump on the tables. But he doesn't try to jump on a chair and than to table, He is trying to clear floor to table. What in reality is happening is that Rory keeps humping the table. The bartender grabs his shirt and says "You got to get the hell out of here". The Bouncer can't get to him, because we all crowd around him. So my friend Bob (who is always sober... How he puts up with this, I will never know) walks up to Rory and says, "Yo Rory, Be cool".&lt;br /&gt;At this point Rory turns to him, Looks him dead in the eye and says "Be Cool", retracts his arms and pretends he is a T-rex. Rory gets close to the table and starts knocking down all the empty drink classes onto the floor. The whole time starring Bob in the eye, and making dinosaur sounds...&lt;br /&gt;We eventually were thrusted out of the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus a tee shirt was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there was an INK fight today at our store, which ended by us spilling green permantent ink all over the floor. The awesome is on us today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;br /&gt;MB refused to let me go to the carnival across from her store because she said it was un-safe! All I wanted was a waffel ice cream sandwich and to ride the gravitron. Come on! I love Mary Beth so much because she gets me really cool vintage dresses when she is out at thrift stores! She also gives me rides to south philly when I visit her at the store :) This was very useful yesterday because of all the stuff I had in their office to take back to my house!&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY she has diet pepsi in her trunk at all times, which is my all time favorite. At anytime driving with MB you can have a soda. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Possible party at 922, but I don't know if I am comfortable stooping to that level yet. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Inventory, gross&lt;br /&gt;Possible get together over paper products&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with the lovely Kelly&lt;br /&gt;LAUNDRY and&lt;br /&gt;A Rachael S. pot luck, where I am making black beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4058788432975991448?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4058788432975991448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4058788432975991448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4058788432975991448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4058788432975991448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderin-why-christmas-missed-us.html' title='Wonderin&apos; why christmas missed us'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6052651838479331363</id><published>2007-04-18T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T12:10:31.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing-ageddon Cont.</title><content type='html'>Ok, &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little rejuvenated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low down on &lt;strong&gt;Wing-Ageddon&lt;/strong&gt; this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep rocking McGillin's harder and harder everytime we roll in there. &lt;br /&gt;This week the waitresses actually brought us tables and lined them up for us along the back wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surly&lt;/strong&gt; (that is the red haired waitress that is a little on the grumpy side) Was really pissed that we had so many people attend wing-ageddon this week that people had to stand around the table. She was also really pissed when we told our other waitress that we loved her. The other waitresses name is &lt;strong&gt;Jenny&lt;/strong&gt; and we kept trying to play "Jenny" on the jukebox, but got too drunk to find it. Surly thought it was "rude" that we wanted Jenny to be our waitress so we could give her the great big tip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started out kind of slow, the group trickled rather than showing up as an awesome super eating and drinking team. &lt;br /&gt;However we started working that jukebox as soon as we got there. Greg the non-drinker ordered a pitcher of water (which was pretty funny), and he also drank blue cheese threw a straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wrench in the whole operation was the business people at the end of the table. We were running out of seats fast and this group of people would not budge. So we did the only thing we knew how to do &lt;strong&gt;"rock"&lt;/strong&gt; them away!&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;It back fired! The more we sang the rowdier the business group got. Once Bon Jovi started to blast out of the jukebox, the two groups formed into one. We had these middle age women screaming to the top of their lungs "Shot to the heart". &lt;br /&gt;Greg (the only sober one) went and started dancing with these women with his pitcher of water. Surly was pissed. We laughed! It was a great time. &lt;br /&gt;Towards the end the three business &lt;em&gt;dudes&lt;/em&gt; Came and asked who made the &lt;strong&gt;"KICK ASS SHIRTS"&lt;/strong&gt; (Direct quote) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and bowed, and they asked if I could make them one for next week. I said sure, you just have to come up with a wing name. I guess we will see next week if they can bring the noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all quite an exciting time. &lt;br /&gt;McGillin's survived another week of the Wing-Ageddon team, and none of us crashed our cars or died of alcohol poisoning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned many lessons last night:&lt;br /&gt;-Don't ever eat 37 wings, even if you want to win the championship&lt;br /&gt;-Don't order lager pitchers, they are 4$ too many. We all know PBR sucks, but after you are drunk you can ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't think you can out rock mid 40 year old women. You can't. &lt;br /&gt;-Bon Jovi does bring people together&lt;br /&gt;-You can get drunk off a pitcher of water. &lt;br /&gt;-You can't drink 10 beers and eat 20 wings. &lt;br /&gt;-Posing for pictures is ok, as long as you have lots of wing sauce on your face.&lt;br /&gt;-If you love something, you make a tee-shirt for it. &lt;br /&gt;-Making up nick names for said tee-shirt is completely appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;-Who said artsy kids can't rock a bar like frat dudes. &lt;br /&gt;-No one will out sing us. Many tried. Many failed. &lt;br /&gt;-Wiping your hands on Wing-ageddon team members is necessary and appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;There is a proper post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6052651838479331363?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6052651838479331363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6052651838479331363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6052651838479331363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6052651838479331363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/wing-ageddon-cont.html' title='Wing-ageddon Cont.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3198379653830504560</id><published>2007-04-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T07:24:58.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Took a long time to be the ass I am</title><content type='html'>Whew, Wing-ageddon has changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty awesome because I had the day off. &lt;br /&gt;Rachael and I went to target and bought underwear. I used to never buy underwear out of the packs, but Hanes "low rise, bikini" underwear are the greatest thing that have happened to me in a long time. I pitched these underwear so well, Rachael bought a pack. &lt;br /&gt;Rachael, Shane, and I went to Ikea and got hot dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Rachael, Dustin, Curt, Andy, and myself had a beer tasting at Rachael's. I do not like hennipen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights Wing-ageddon was heinous. &lt;br /&gt;We didn't do as good of a job throwing down wings as last time, but bob wasn't there. Also our beer count was only up to 15 pitchers... wtf?&lt;br /&gt;We were down a couple of drinkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shield was awesome, Vic killed someone, good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we all went to Rachael's and started drinking rum and apple cider. I actually got in Pj's and then Shane brought up a very valid point... "It is not too late for last call"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got dressed, Pat, Shane, and I rushed to Ray's and finished the night to Cat Stevens and JD shots... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Tuesdays drink fest has officially killed me. I am done until next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite part was on monday when I was really dragging and my boss came in with, and I looked at him and went "Rough weekend?" and he said " No, Yes. I closed the bar friday night" and I said "I closed it Saturday" and we high fived and he hung out with Rory and I coming up with Wing names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to a manager's meeting next week and I am worried that I might miss Wing-ageddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what I am too groggy to keep writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, a better post will come tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3198379653830504560?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3198379653830504560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3198379653830504560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3198379653830504560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3198379653830504560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/took-long-time-to-be-ass-i-am.html' title='Took a long time to be the ass I am'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4709702665112214951</id><published>2007-04-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:42:35.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not like it is my job, it is my career</title><content type='html'>So I am physically hurting after the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;The word of the weekend was "heinous"&lt;br /&gt;and that is what it was... So much debauchry, I can't write most of it down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- "the cleansing" A.K.A "The great Juicy Juice experiment"&lt;br /&gt;- Poop stories&lt;br /&gt;- Ray's Happy birthday bar, and the five shots (ea.) we took there&lt;br /&gt;- The dive, and the 10ish shots we took there (ea.) &lt;br /&gt;- Rory getting told to leave&lt;br /&gt;- Group nap&lt;br /&gt;- Burrito (which in the end was a questionable decision)&lt;br /&gt;- Friday night party&lt;br /&gt;- Friday night looking for the Republican&lt;br /&gt;- Rory sister asking where the "boobies" were (shut up everyone)&lt;br /&gt;- Breakfast at Ant's Pants sunday mid-afternoon&lt;br /&gt;- Pizza Party time &lt;br /&gt;- Logan's Run&lt;br /&gt;- Rory's "bangin'" mix tape&lt;br /&gt;- Lea and Leah sandwiching Harold on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;- Dance parting!&lt;br /&gt;- Wing-ageddon drunken chants&lt;br /&gt;- Irish cheers&lt;br /&gt;- Rory head butting shane, and slapping Pat (I was too drunk to actually see the slap)&lt;br /&gt;- I lost my wallet and found it!&lt;br /&gt;- Rory sister lost her camera and found it!&lt;br /&gt;-ALL CLASSIC ROCK playing at the dive. ALL CLASSIC ROCK sing alongs&lt;br /&gt;Now... The lowlights:&lt;br /&gt;- Waking up drunk two days in a row&lt;br /&gt;- Smelling like straight alcohol on "Open house" day at work and scaring atleast three parents (might also be a highlight)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 dollar jager shots &lt;br /&gt;- Being too drunk to get cheese fries with everyone&lt;br /&gt;- I hurt my knee again. Everytime I get drunk I banged the hell out of myself. You should see it, it is all scabby and gross!&lt;br /&gt;- I am going to be made fun of for weeks because of the "couch" incident... DAMN&lt;br /&gt;- The group as a whole smelled pretty nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going to happen tonight&lt;br /&gt;rum apple cider party&lt;br /&gt;to get ready for&lt;br /&gt;WING-AGEDDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for long. I have been doing a lot of sketches for the show in may. &lt;br /&gt;I also owe Rory's sister a nice apology drawing, &lt;br /&gt;hell rachael too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4709702665112214951?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4709702665112214951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4709702665112214951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4709702665112214951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4709702665112214951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scumbag'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2125419312957384532</id><published>2007-04-14T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T08:14:42.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good way to wake up</title><content type='html'>So last night was out of control. &lt;br /&gt;I danced with a million plus people. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up drunk. &lt;br /&gt;We showed up late for work. &lt;br /&gt;Rory smells like alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty AWESOME time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a melrose diner trip, as we looked for the Republican. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Carnival at 3.&lt;br /&gt;TA meeting tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My down fall last night, scratch that, Rory and I's downfall last night was someone bringing out most loathed, and most loved enemy...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;It did beef up my dancing skills, and Rory protected me from anyone that got grabby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and All I wish Harold's birthday was everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to talk about comics for a while, and we played Mario paint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2125419312957384532?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2125419312957384532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1421966435043186954</id><published>2007-04-13T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:03:50.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a long time, but God dies too. Not before he sticks it to you.</title><content type='html'>So it took me knowing I am having a house guest, but my apartment is finally clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are turning around....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1421966435043186954?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1421966435043186954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1421966435043186954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1421966435043186954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1421966435043186954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-takes-long-time-but-god-dies-too-not.html' title='It takes a long time, but God dies too. Not before he sticks it to you.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1511029900088403818</id><published>2007-04-13T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:24:36.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I never sleep alone.</title><content type='html'>I am sorry to report that there were very little to no stories about my day yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carnival was rained out. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and go tonight before Harold's birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends are excited about the carnival because of the "Carnival food" but I grew up at the shore. The thought of funnel cake makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit. I am from the home of the fried Oreo... &lt;br /&gt;I am kind of excited about about eating a waffel ice cream sandwich... Mostly for the memories of eating the sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to win a fish! I won a fish at the boardwalk one time and it stayed alive all summer in a salad bowl. I fed it hard pretzels. I think my mom one day just flushed it down the toliet because she was tired of seeing it on the kitchen counter. I don't remember what I named it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through so many pets in my life time. Nothing like being a neglected kid, because to make up for anything bad you get a pet. &lt;br /&gt;Let's think... &lt;br /&gt;There was:&lt;br /&gt;- Super Trooper, He was my canary. Well mostly my brothers. There are pictures of him sitting on my shoulder when I was a baby, and he would whistle when you whistled. He lived to be really old and when he died they told me he flew away. &lt;br /&gt;-My golden retriever. I named him after the boy in honey I shrunk the kids because I thought at the time he was the greatest boy alive. I can't even remember his name now. Then one day someone came to pick up his "missing dog" and then all of a sudden we moved... I thought there was something fishy about that. Especially since the person that came to claim him just happened to know the name I gave him... &lt;br /&gt;-For a short while I had a rabbit. We named him freddy because he would claw up my mom really bad. I got him on easter, but that was the year we had easter two weeks late because we couldn't find my mom... I was a kid so I only know that from being told as an adult. Anyway the rabbit had floppy ears. He never scratched me, but would scratch the hell out of my mom... One day when I came home from school I found out that "he ran away" too. Except we lived on the third floor on an apartment building pretty much in someones attic... How was he so clever?&lt;br /&gt;-Then there was another dog, he was a scotish something or other. He was really old and did not like kids. He did love to chase and eat tennis balls. He got "lost in a move"&lt;br /&gt;-We had a dog Rocco. By far the best of the pets! Half boxer, half pitbull. He was so smart, and liked wearing a seat belt in the car. He was really smart and had green eyes. He also had a rain coat, because he was afraid of the rain and if you didn't put the rain coat on he wouldn't go outside, and would poop in the house. We had to get rid of him because we moved to a small apartment in Somers Point... They didn't allow pets, but the stupidest part about that was we ended up getting another dog that I named something stupid that chewed EVERYTHING! This dog had such a problem that it would chew the walls. One time we came home from shopping, the dog tore apart the carpet and the padding under the carpet. He was biting the floor boards, it was upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;-We also had a cat for a while that I got by saving him from a car. He was in the middle of the road and I ran out because a big truck was about to smash his little kitty face. He was all black and chased beetles, so I names him beetle. My mom one christmas made him a stocking and since she only graduated up to the 8th grade, wrote beadel on the stocking, it would have been cute if my mom was not 36 at the time. &lt;br /&gt;-Then there was Muffy. Now that was a good dog. I had him for a while because he lived at with my godmom. He was a toy poodle who loved to chase slippers. He would cry if you hugged people and not him because he was jealous. I would paint his nails when I was a kid. (I would never paint my own, because of an incident when I was a kid involving fake nails and pizza hut, I did however paint my nails once before going over to Paul's because I bruised my finger nails soooo bad that it looked really gross, but I painted them  and it looked horrible, and that was now five months ago)Muffy lost an eye to my godmom's girlfriend's dog. Her dog was named Maggie, it was a good dog, until she got brain cancer and wait ape shit on muffy. &lt;br /&gt;Both dogs are dead now... they will be missed. &lt;br /&gt;-I can't forget my dog The Dude.. I did not name him, AT ALL. I wanted his name to be elvis or something like that. He was a really cute dog, but we lived in a house with five people, and there was no order for the dog to be properly trained. He did wear a tux to our halloween party, and pretty fun. My roomates got rid of him when I went to the shore. I wish I still had him sometimes, but I really don't have time for a dog. &lt;br /&gt;- I had a kangaroo rat for a little bit, I think his name was squeaker, I wasn't attached to him, and I forget when happen to him. &lt;br /&gt;- I had lizards, they were kind of cool. They changed colors, OH and I had a pretty bad ass iguana! That iguana was friends with the cat and I swear to god they would take naps together. The iguana got so big that the cat could sit on it and they would move around the house. Eventaully he got too big and would crack the glass of out of his cage anytime he wanted out. We gave him to the Ocean city aquarium, which a year later burnt down. RIP iggy. &lt;br /&gt;-I went through about four more birds, but I would always feel bad as a kid that they had to stay in the apartment and would let them fly out the window. My mom thought it was an accident everytime so she kept buying me new birds... Finally after the forth one I wasn't allowed to have birds anymore. I had one more bird at my godmom's  house too, that got out of its cage while My godmom, me, and my friend Kristin were at the "Good Ole' days" festival. My dog muffy chased him down and bit out all his feathers. You would not believe how many feathers a little bird like that has. We would have thought that he just hit the ceiling fan it the dog didn't come out of my moms bedroom with a feather in his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;- Finally my last two pets and one I still have, Benny and The boo. &lt;br /&gt;Benny I got off of the internet. He was a really great cat and still is. He lives with Abi now. We decided to switch cats, because though I love Benny, Benny really loved Abi more. When I got Benny I was still dating Pat, and I had red hair. As soon as I saw him I hugged him a million times. Pat looked at me and said that I reminded him of Elmyra from Tiny Toons "I am going to hug him, and squeeze him, and never let him go". With my pet track record he might have been right. &lt;br /&gt;The boo was purchased at the Cat Vet on south street. Abi got him one day when he was high and walking down south street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boo is still alive and well. Benny is alive... kind of well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this post is entirely too long. &lt;br /&gt;more about my pets some other time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got carried away being bored at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1511029900088403818?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1511029900088403818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1511029900088403818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1511029900088403818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1511029900088403818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-i-never-sleep-alone.html' title='Because I never sleep alone.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7878907870281769041</id><published>2007-04-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:37:09.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.</title><content type='html'>Kurt Vonnegut died. &lt;br /&gt;bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7878907870281769041?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7878907870281769041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7878907870281769041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7878907870281769041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7878907870281769041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/everything-was-beautiful-and-nothing.html' title='Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5072215439654654847</id><published>2007-04-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:49:50.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's only you who can tear me apart</title><content type='html'>Grindhouse was just about the sickest thing I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;I had to scream and cover my eyes at least ten times, &lt;br /&gt;Rachael received so many elbows to the chest from me freaking out that I am suprised we are still friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels really yucky today because my dinner last night consisted of twizzlers and slurpee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really never re-capped how awesome Wing-Ageddon was this week. &lt;br /&gt;One there was 14 of us this time!&lt;br /&gt;We had tee- shirts drawn in sharpie.&lt;br /&gt;In total all of us ate 250 wings, and the "winner" of the night was pat&lt;br /&gt;eating 33 WINGS! &lt;br /&gt;We had over 16 pitchers of beer, &lt;br /&gt;and screamed a lot of awesome songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Harlold's birthday, and they brought him out a piece of cake and we all sang to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole night was that we excited to queen, AND GOT ALMOST THE WHOLE BAR TO SING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People high fived us on the way out and the bouncer pleasantly said "see you guys next week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome. I am sure everyone on the wing-ageddon team will be riding this high until next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob and I also made up new rules for the wing eating competition. &lt;br /&gt;From now on the winner of Wing-Ageddon will eat and drink that night for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all between Grindhouse, Wing-Ageddon, Friday night party, and saturday "wiggle fest" I am pretty excited about this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jacket smells really bad after walking in the rain to the subway this morning. I think it might be time to wash it... or atleast febreeze the stink out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this up swing of really fun events happening in my life. I am usually not this social of a person, but feeling blue is for the birds. I need to feel like something positive is happening around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my landlord yesterday that I will be moving out of my apartment at the end of June. I am going to throw my stuff in storage and couch surf for the rest of the summer. Kara and I should be finding a place at the end of June. &lt;br /&gt;That also reminds me that Kelly and I are going to take a trip to Montreal. That should be pretty exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone really wanted to know the weather, they can just check my blog, the longer the blog the worse the weather is outside. THe students never come in when it is raining, snowing, or cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;br /&gt;I hate my job so much. I actually have to let this student back in the store that I caught stealing because he complained to the dean. Where the hell can you steal from a store and still be allowed back in.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have given that channel on the tv 70 dollars, then god would just take care of my enemies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5072215439654654847?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5072215439654654847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5072215439654654847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5072215439654654847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5072215439654654847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-its-only-you-who-can-tear-me-apart.html' title='And it&apos;s only you who can tear me apart'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5572198692827207867</id><published>2007-04-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:03:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You can't scare a Christian with heaven"</title><content type='html'>Ok, &lt;br /&gt;I am going to write about wing-ageddon, &lt;br /&gt;but first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have television. &lt;br /&gt;I am watching someone else's tv right now,and I am watching channel 48...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this program is incredible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a "prayer" channel. &lt;br /&gt;But you have to send a "passover" pledge, &lt;br /&gt;either &lt;br /&gt;70 dollars, 700 dollars, or 7000 dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give this money, god is going to put angels in your house and "be the enemy of your enemy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, really bless America...&lt;br /&gt;I am watching people cry over this man speaking, and every other word is trying to get money from the viewers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I better pledge 70 dollars to get it fixed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5572198692827207867?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5572198692827207867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5572198692827207867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5572198692827207867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5572198692827207867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-cant-scare-christian-with-heaven.html' title='&quot;You can&apos;t scare a Christian with heaven&quot;'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1848550971478483547</id><published>2007-04-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T07:10:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out touch faith</title><content type='html'>So I bought new underwear and socks yesterday and let me tell you, they feel excellent.&lt;br /&gt;The socks have "arch support", which doesn't really work for me because I am flat footed, but it still feels nice and snug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Pat freaked out on me for wearing underwear out of the package. He said they spray this chemical on them that gives you cancer? &lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of new underwear is wearing them out of the package... what if he is right?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my lady bits get cancer from my underwear?! Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that it is already april 10th. &lt;br /&gt;I have 7 days to get my art star application together... &lt;br /&gt;I also have to get ready for a show that is 39 days away. I have nothing to put in it yet... crazy. I really need to get into gear because I do not want to put old work into this show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a print shop tech. It was really fun and I got to work on the presses all day. Last summer was really insane because I was working 3 "real" jobs and than building my studio... This summer I am getting paid salary to work 20 hours a week. I am trying to get a second job for the summer because I don't know what to do with all this time. I am going to ask my cousin cathy to teach me how to bartend, so when I move to pittsburgh I can try to get a job doing that. That way I will have all day to make art and can work most nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that if I do get into CMU that I will be in Pittsburgh for four years. I hope I can handle that small of a city for that long. The last year of the grad program you spend in another country, so I guess it won't be that bad. &lt;br /&gt;I am starting to make list of what I need to sell and what needs to be thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;That includes people! &lt;br /&gt;yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty amazing, Rachael, Rory and I made the Wing-ageddon tee shirts. They are fantastic. I decided on going with the name "Lil Left Wing"&lt;br /&gt;actually I think it is worth posting all the Wing-Ageddon names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Wing Reaper (Pat)&lt;br /&gt;2) Wingie the Pooh (Rachael)&lt;br /&gt;3) Wolverwing (Bob)&lt;br /&gt;4) John Wing Gacy (Greg)&lt;br /&gt;5) Dr. Martin Luther Wing Jr. (Harold) &lt;br /&gt;6) Wingie Wonka (Rory)&lt;br /&gt;7) Lil Left Wing (Lea)&lt;br /&gt;8) Wing Bone (Shawna)&lt;br /&gt;9) "Wingus" Khan (Dustin) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tee shirts were made, but they did not create names yet. &lt;br /&gt;It was really fun, until 1 in the morning, and I still had to bike home. &lt;br /&gt;We did watch Pootie Tang while making the shirts, and Rachael ordered cheese fries, so I overall pretty great night. The more I think about it yesterday was fantastic. Bob and I went and got burritos, and he bought me ice cream from Rita's (don't believe their size chart a kiddie cone is HUGE). Walking to Rachael's bob was telling me a story and as we walked by this guy tending to flowers in a pot outside of his house, if you looked down HIS WHOLE BUTT was showing... Bob made a comment as we walked by, pretending it was part of the story, and says "the balls were all out"!&lt;br /&gt;We both looked down at this man's exposed ass and I lost it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of stuff always happens to me and bob. I mean we are always seeing old man butt. Especially bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only stink part of yesterday was getting razed by my friends for wearing "the chump suit". &lt;br /&gt;I am a real push over, I mean I am assertive and outspoken, etc. etc., but when someone is in need no matter how crappy they have been I jump right to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean my friends know that I just really like helping people, but sometimes it gets old hearing about how much of a "sucker" I am. &lt;br /&gt;I forget that most people have negative agenda's in life. Why would I want to keep something like that in mind? Why would I want to condition myself to be cautious of people. I am sure in the long run it would save me a lot of headache's and heartache's but it just doesn't seem worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last paragraph actually makes me seem defenseless. That is not the case, I am very careful of who I let into my life, but once they are in, they are really in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;This is becoming a long post, for a slow day. &lt;br /&gt;I have actually walked away from it, come back to it and start writing again. &lt;br /&gt;So if this seems disjointed, well that is why. &lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone reads through these things. They scroll down them, look for their name, and continue on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write all my personal dirt in my real journal, so the scroll down method will not work this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this on this note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is 10:10&lt;br /&gt;make a wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1848550971478483547?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1848550971478483547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1848550971478483547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1848550971478483547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1848550971478483547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/reach-out-touch-faith.html' title='Reach out touch faith'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6437470484643803300</id><published>2007-04-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:35:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take it!</title><content type='html'>So wing-ageddon is tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I mean I can't believe it came around again so soon. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Def the new saturday!&lt;br /&gt;PLUS THE SHIELD. &lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that tomorrow's wing-ageddon is going to be more gnarly than the last time. I am not sure that it is possible. &lt;br /&gt;The wing-ageddon team's new goal is to fill the whole bottom floor of McGillian's with wing-ageddon patrons. Another goal is to NOT get thrown out of the bar until at least close to the final episode of the shield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Rachael and I are making shirts for everyone to celebrate tomorrow, and rumor has it there will be a guest appearance BY RICK RITTER! holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;Rory said that he wants an extra extra small shirt, with the nipples cut out on it... &lt;br /&gt;Done and Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend in general was pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Friday night at Sal's was a lot of fun, I got a bunch of free stella because my friends bribed me to stay and hang out. I know my friends really love me, because they were all drinking Pabst, but to get me to stay, bought me Stella. For what it cost them to keep me there and drinking they could have bought 30 pabst at the bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Ant's Pants, with my "new" friend Shane and my old friend Dustin. &lt;br /&gt;Shane, Rachael, Curt and I all met up and we took a brisk walk to Northern Liberities and got DELICIOUS PIZZA! We also created team adult. We made Curt the captain, and created slogans, things like "I am too old for this" or "I am tall enough for this ride" or "I will give you something to cry about". We ended the night in roxborough at Pat's dying easter eggs, drinking beer, and watching the Phillies game. There was also an imprompt to trip to murphy's tavern. Never listen to Pat, because Murphy's tavern is NOT at the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had some QT with Kelly over breakfast, where I learned "The Lesson of the Cake" it was a similar lesson to "January 14th, 2007". I did however successfully get the cake and met up with my family. We had some real "family" moments, and I got to eat a lot of really good food. &lt;br /&gt;One set back was breaking my DVD player at the beginning of last week, but fortunately I paid to the extra money for a large screen G5 and could watch the office on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already accomplished a lot this morning. &lt;br /&gt;I had to get up at 6 in the morning to play doctor with a cat. &lt;br /&gt;I have come to terms that animals cannot abuse drugs and that this cat needs needles to live, so I am not bothered by it. I am pretty sure that I don't need to hug the cat so much after I give him the shot... but I feel so bad that he has to get a shot twice a day. OK I am officially ridiculous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do kind of freak out a little bit when putting the cap on the needles thinking it is going to prick me! I am a tattoo artist, how is it possible to be afraid of needles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my morning, &lt;br /&gt;Got to work&lt;br /&gt;drew a diagram of my store&lt;br /&gt;helped re-stock the store&lt;br /&gt;worked on paper work&lt;br /&gt;listen to johnny guitar watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I made a new cd for my store, and we have to listen to it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has irma thomas on it... YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GOOD WING-AGEDDON EVE EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6437470484643803300?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6437470484643803300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6437470484643803300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6437470484643803300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6437470484643803300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-take-it.html' title='I can&apos;t take it!'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4644915350827090059</id><published>2007-04-08T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:58:00.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Things I learned from the day that the first Zombie arrived on earth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Add liquor to my family, shake and fun just pours out&lt;br /&gt;- Potatoe perogies= awesome&lt;br /&gt;- I can manage to snag the last cake from the Met bakery!&lt;br /&gt;- Ant's Pants trumps church any day.... sorry Jesus&lt;br /&gt;- My brother told me I was the favorite... that just might be true. &lt;br /&gt;- The .25 cent pie story will always be funny&lt;br /&gt;- My uncle mike owns a fire truck&lt;br /&gt;- My uncle mike is trying to become a minister, to be tax free and have three nights of bingo (?)&lt;br /&gt;- The sopranos are still on the air&lt;br /&gt;- You can send movie jokes over cell phones&lt;br /&gt;- If you find Juji Fruit, don't eat it! It is the worst candy ever! &lt;br /&gt;- Long lasting hot water trumps five minute hot water&lt;br /&gt;- My families accent is out of hand!&lt;br /&gt;- My mom lost ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;- Mel grandbabies are very cute&lt;br /&gt;- Harley is a good dog&lt;br /&gt;- Team Adult celebrates Easter!&lt;br /&gt;- My cat loves me&lt;br /&gt;- Andrea can still wear a mid-drift at 45 :/&lt;br /&gt;- My brother is a nice guy, and really funny&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin Jack was the best cat burglar on city line ave!&lt;br /&gt;- I know someone who lives in a high rise apartment building&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly is the bestest friend ever! (I knew that before today, but it was re-affirmed today&lt;br /&gt;- I must remember the "cake incident" and learn my lesson from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many more stories&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was fantastic, I am sad it had to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, he has risen&lt;br /&gt;and is looking for brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4644915350827090059?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4644915350827090059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4644915350827090059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='grumble'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-682136774409137855</id><published>2007-04-06T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T05:20:11.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my alarm batteries died</title><content type='html'>Yep you read the head line, &lt;br /&gt;So I didn't wake up until 7:49. &lt;br /&gt;Rory has to go open the store... bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get to listen to the beach boys and spank my cat all morning.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bad trade off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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died'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5367615007375254856</id><published>2007-04-05T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:49:00.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:44 make a wish</title><content type='html'>There is 16 minutes left until I get to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rory and I decided on getting Pizza, which is the best news of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having internal battles with myself. &lt;br /&gt;My bones are shaking the foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an officer in the store right now.&lt;br /&gt;He drives us crazy! He just explained that the free life savers make him "pucker up"&lt;br /&gt;but "there is no reason that he should pucker-up becasue he has no one to kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much sexual harrassment at this store... &lt;br /&gt;I should be uncomfortable, but unfortunately I am conditioned to ignore such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5367615007375254856?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5367615007375254856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5367615007375254856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5367615007375254856'/><link 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are very out of place. &lt;br /&gt;I think that we could easily clear the bar with the jukebox they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is our goal for next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were accomplished at Wing-ageddon&lt;br /&gt;-Nick names for the 8 core members&lt;br /&gt;Members include: Rory, Bob, Lea, Pat, Rachael, Kara, Greg, and Dustin. &lt;br /&gt;-Design for our tee-shirt was decided on.&lt;br /&gt;-Screaming of the Darkness song "I believe in a thing called love"&lt;br /&gt;-Screaming of "Dirty Deeds" &lt;br /&gt;-Over 130 wings consumed. &lt;br /&gt;-Over 7 pitchers of beer and two stella's consumed.&lt;br /&gt;-Atleast 40 Dustin Zing jokes, and one on Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and All a great night!&lt;br /&gt;All followed by The Shield... &lt;br /&gt;And going to another bar after The Shield... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only drinking on Tuesdays from now on... &lt;br /&gt;my day at work is going to be gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2126326844551030486?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2126326844551030486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2126326844551030486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2126326844551030486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2126326844551030486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-aftermath_04.html' title='in the aftermath'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2780486655782811524</id><published>2007-04-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:30:55.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So important I am posting twice</title><content type='html'>So the line up for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Wing-ageddon"&lt;br /&gt;Is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;br /&gt;John Dyer&lt;br /&gt;Bob&lt;br /&gt;and possible many many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it looks like I am the ONLY GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, there has to be ladies who like eating wings to save me from all the boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2780486655782811524?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2780486655782811524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2780486655782811524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2780486655782811524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2780486655782811524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-important-i-am-posting-twice.html' title='So important I am posting 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I thought it was unreal how many people illegaly parked. I then remembered it was April fools day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished all the tickets had been the cities way of playing a practical joke. Turns out that the circus was playing an April fools joke, and made a bunch of coupons that looked like parking tickets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my tip on how to make yourself feel good for the moment:&lt;br /&gt;Go to yahoo and search the artist Samantha Simpson, and look at her large works on paper. &lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't make you smile, nothing will ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings tomorrow  night... that is TNT dyno-mite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2682857700302834680?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2682857700302834680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2682857700302834680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2682857700302834680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2682857700302834680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wonder-how-many-people-cursed-circus.html' title='I wonder how many people cursed the circus'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7186080780414034957</id><published>2007-03-30T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:48:55.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Guitar Watson</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of the longest days of the year so far. It has been incredibly slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that even though I completely procrastinated, I am still going to send the artist residency application. I know that I am not going to get in, because I haven't produced any new artwork, but what the hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure today was a beautiful day, I am jealous of anyone who gets to work outside in nice weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a real Journal.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry loyal internet fans, I am still going to be bored at work. There will always be time for internet blogging. &lt;br /&gt;I feel that because of everything that has happened in the past six months that I am just not comfortable putting personal thoughts online anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, don't worry, I will always make sure to post all of my hijinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7186080780414034957?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7186080780414034957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7186080780414034957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7186080780414034957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7186080780414034957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/johnny-guitar-watson.html' title='Johnny Guitar Watson'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6841626523296925035</id><published>2007-03-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T12:53:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer hours</title><content type='html'>I just found out my summer hours are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11am-3pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am salary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much baby Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6841626523296925035?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6841626523296925035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6841626523296925035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6841626523296925035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6841626523296925035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer-hours.html' title='summer hours'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-8923388345090924919</id><published>2007-03-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:07:32.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have too many full-time obligations</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decemberists was fun, David went with us and it was really great to see him. &lt;br /&gt;David also subjected us to his "spring  mix" which was pretty awesome, and featured Hall and Oats... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been drinking as often as I was, so drinking on Tuesday took a lot out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike riding has been great, and my body already feels so different. I keep making it to main campus in less and less time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have so much more to say, but I am tired and work is busy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cross your fingers for me getting my residency in on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-8923388345090924919?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/8923388345090924919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=8923388345090924919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8923388345090924919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to do... &lt;br /&gt;it was really exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode my bike to main campus this morning. &lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to write more but I just don't have much to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3357721481156203759?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3357721481156203759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3357721481156203759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3357721481156203759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3357721481156203759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/money-money-money.html' title='money money money'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5688180597954173556</id><published>2007-03-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:00:24.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atleast I saw a home run today</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I was sick&lt;br /&gt;Like gross puking sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool until my stomach ran out of food, yet my body still wanted to puke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my bike rides really nice and I just rode it home, and West Philly has some "sick" inclines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Pat's comedy show, and though I was informed there was a whole sketch on Rocky Balboa, Kelly also told me it was cramped and people were allowed to smoke... so I made the right choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my hair "did" &lt;br /&gt;It looks nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I learned this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As soon as you feel sick, bring you blanket to the living room&lt;br /&gt;- If someone offers to come over when you are sick, let him or her come over&lt;br /&gt;- Ikea trashcans are expendable; don't try to make it to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;- "Copper hair" also looks like a March beer&lt;br /&gt;- Pat Kelly is funny and I missed it&lt;br /&gt;- DON'T PLAY ON THE ESCALTOR EVER!&lt;br /&gt;- Screw the Philadelphia Inquirer the new modest mouse albums fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;- Kelly rules for getting me pre-day of birth Modest Mouse tickets&lt;br /&gt;- John leaves funny phone messages&lt;br /&gt;-  I love Lucy helped promote lung cancer&lt;br /&gt;- DON'T EAT BURRITOS, BACON EGG AND CHEESE SANDWICHS, OR WATER ICE when sick (especially number two)&lt;br /&gt;- Riding your bike everywhere makes you smell bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5688180597954173556?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5688180597954173556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5688180597954173556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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point out&lt;br /&gt;that if you had a hundred dollars that you wanted to spend wisely&lt;br /&gt;you could go to ikea&lt;br /&gt;and get&lt;br /&gt;200 hot dogs &lt;br /&gt;for &lt;br /&gt;100 dollars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-142241772407063898?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/142241772407063898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=142241772407063898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/142241772407063898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/142241772407063898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/delicious.html' title='delicious'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-553231670032351344</id><published>2007-03-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:34:49.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why friday is soooo good</title><content type='html'>Well Modest Mouse is playing in Philly near the day of my birth. &lt;br /&gt;Tickets go on sale tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;present to myself!&lt;br /&gt;We also got the new SPIN magazine in today (which is normally a pretty crumby mag) &lt;br /&gt;cover story, Modest Mouse's new addition of Johnny Marr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Saw 300 last night on the IMAX... &lt;br /&gt;I have to admit it, I like watching two hours of battle scenes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait, this is getting all muddled, let me straighten out my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY'S AWESOMENESS:&lt;br /&gt;-300 IMAX experience&lt;br /&gt;-New BIKE WHICH IS AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;-Riding the new bike in BEAUTIFUL WEATHER!&lt;br /&gt;-Wearing short skirts again because of nice weather&lt;br /&gt;-Bought a cool handmade tee shirt that I wore to the movies last night&lt;br /&gt;-Got to drive a stick shift car&lt;br /&gt;-Falafel&lt;br /&gt;-Sticking to not drinking soda or eating crappy food&lt;br /&gt;-Started a new book&lt;br /&gt;-Showing PC my pink softball glove (I love that f'in glove)&lt;br /&gt;-Telling funny shore stories to my co-workers&lt;br /&gt;-getting Kara addicted to No-Doz&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to Johnny Guitar Watson almost the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S AWESOMENESS:&lt;br /&gt;-Re-wearing yesterday's outfit because I woke up too late (I only wore it for like three hours yesterday... okay like five)&lt;br /&gt;-Warm weather&lt;br /&gt;-Bagel Sandwich, it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;-Finding out Modest Mouse is playing&lt;br /&gt;-Going to Zack's open mic&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my hair cut&lt;br /&gt;-RIDING MY NEW BIKE HOME!&lt;br /&gt;-Rory&lt;br /&gt;-The cover of SPIN mag&lt;br /&gt;-New James Brown picture that I hung in my office&lt;br /&gt;-The websites sprinklebrigade.com and becomeanmm.com&lt;br /&gt;-The UPS guy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is only 11:35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-553231670032351344?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4269661614684090932</id><published>2007-03-22T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:27:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The helpful help desk</title><content type='html'>I am currently on hold with the help desk. &lt;br /&gt;I looking around online and I find this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/RgKepMOxOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lvFqFEdy4I4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/RgKepMOxOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lvFqFEdy4I4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044768963103373858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tickets to go see 300 at the Imax tonight... &lt;br /&gt;Let's see how that works out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kelly's last night and cried in her kitchen really loudly, for several reasons, only one of them had to do with how horrible the flyers are doing this season... Kelly made fried ravioli which was amazing... &lt;br /&gt;I think fried ravioli is hilarious because it was like americans sat down and thought&lt;br /&gt;"Ravioli is good, but how can we make this more American..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting a new bike today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has worked out lately in my favor, but maybe in the next couple of weeks things will turn up... Always look for that half full glass... but not with beer in it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... A little beer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4269661614684090932?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4269661614684090932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4269661614684090932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4269661614684090932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4269661614684090932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/helpful-help-desk.html' title='The helpful help desk'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/RgKepMOxOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lvFqFEdy4I4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6492253557133331418</id><published>2007-03-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T09:17:13.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing-ageddon</title><content type='html'>Last night's wing consumption was pretty "off the hook"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings were good, Rory got stinko, Bob is always great company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to make Tuesday night &lt;br /&gt;"Wing-ageddon" &lt;br /&gt;We will eat wings every tuesday night and start the night be Listening to AC/DC and pretending the end of the world is coming... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we also went to McGlinchy's* (That is probably spelled wrong but it is the kind of bar that doesn't deserve me looking up the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;Things that suck about McGlinchy's:&lt;br /&gt;-They still smoke inside the bar (Gross)&lt;br /&gt;-New sweatshirt smells like smoke&lt;br /&gt;-The toliet in the ladies room def. has AIDS on it&lt;br /&gt;-The place smells like old beer and throw-up&lt;br /&gt;-The customers smell like old beer and throw-up&lt;br /&gt;-They don't round down, they actually will charge you 4.10 (serious)&lt;br /&gt;-The bar has absolutely NO CHARM if you are not drunk (since I am not drinking until the big summer party I was not drunk)&lt;br /&gt;-The jukebox is not up to my standards... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress there does have just the right type of surliness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I actually have to work&lt;br /&gt;lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6492253557133331418?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6492253557133331418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6492253557133331418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6492253557133331418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6492253557133331418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/wing-ageddon.html' title='Wing-ageddon'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1707574375778686620</id><published>2007-03-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:32:25.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>So I am in my office, and I am moving around fixtures and re-arranging the store again, and again because I keep getting bored at work, &lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to me sitting in my office...&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting in my office and pick up a paint brush that is on my desk, &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I start playing with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the brush is really close to my face and I can smell the handle...&lt;br /&gt;the handle smells like lady parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely grossed out...&lt;br /&gt;and then I made rory smell it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wash my face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1707574375778686620?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1707574375778686620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1707574375778686620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1707574375778686620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1707574375778686620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5652349910562828223</id><published>2007-03-20T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:36:27.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, I got the feelin'</title><content type='html'>I think I have written about him before, but god I love the Temple shuttle driver!&lt;br /&gt;Today not only did he play ALL of my favorite James Brown songs (RIP) I got to over hear his philosphies on life and how to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad people like that man are alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Rory and I went and got 10cent wings at Manny Brown's. &lt;br /&gt;The list of events:&lt;br /&gt;-Last night was the first time going to Manny Brown's&lt;br /&gt;-The wing night was not crowded at all, we even got a booth&lt;br /&gt;-The wings are like baby wings. They must snatch up baby chickens and cut their little arms off... &lt;br /&gt;-I ate baby chicken arms!?!&lt;br /&gt;-Rory and I had a lot of really good conversations&lt;br /&gt;- WE ORDERED 50 F'in wings, I looked at Rory and he was like "watch that really isn't a lot" after seeing the baby wings (refer to points 3&amp;4) I understood how 50 wings would not be a lot of wings. &lt;br /&gt;- Eating wings last night made us realize that we have to go to 25 cent wing night tonight with bob... and "Do it right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;br /&gt;This friday is Pat's comedy show, anyone who is near the Italian market will shoot themselves in the foot if they do not go to this event. Pat is hands down one of the funniest people alive!&lt;br /&gt;I think the event cost 8 dollars and is BYOB... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also &lt;br /&gt;300&lt;br /&gt;IMAX&lt;br /&gt;who is coming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5652349910562828223?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5652349910562828223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5652349910562828223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5652349910562828223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5652349910562828223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-i-got-feelin.html' title='Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, I got the feelin&apos;'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7542786967637456389</id><published>2007-03-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T11:59:03.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to weezer is so wrong, that it is right</title><content type='html'>So I am back from the trade show. &lt;br /&gt;Boy was the a bunch of not fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Howard and I do have the whole temple team saying, "we have to do it right"&lt;br /&gt;Which was funny. I am going to make everyone tee shirts at the studio so we never forget our horrific time at the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip made me realize a lot of things, since I got to spend a good deal of time by myself. &lt;br /&gt;1) I have neglected myself terrible, physically the girls in this company were really over-weight and I have gained weight since working for B&amp;N... Gross...&lt;br /&gt;Thur I am getting a bike, I have completely changed my eating habits, and yes I am not drinking until the big "First day of summer" party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have neglected my artwork. I haven't made anything worth while in a long time... I have not worked on the artist residency that I really wanted, and I haven't made anything that will get me into one of the most competitive programs in the country... so that needs to change immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Lea that has been floating around for the past month or two is not the normal Lea. I have been so cynical, so crabby, so closed off from people. I have let myself get completely emotionally entangled in a bunch of b/s. That is not my character what so ever. Well it is kind of my character, but I have never let it effect my day to day life. Unfortunately I am going to have to kill off a lot of relationships in my life that have grown uncomfortable and unhealthy. Moving away is going to help some of that, realizing what I really want, need and deserve from the people I surround myself with will be another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have become financially irresponsible. I am spending money like I own the company I work for, not like an employee of the company. Because I have been depressed I have been eating out all the time, buying stuff that I don't need, or buying things for people that they don't need. I have to really think about where I stand fiscally and how my spending is going to effect my move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I complain about working and my job, I am glad that I haven't had anything handed to me. I have worked hard for the things I have and I am ashamed that I have started taking these accomplishments for granted by spending money unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many interesting conversations with MB over the course of the five (then six) days that we were in Florida. I am really happy that I know her. She really is a fantastic person. I am also sad to know that I make people in her life upset because she spends time with me. That has been the standard order of operations at that store. I have never in my life had my genuine interactions with people become such a point of negativity before. It is really hard on my heart to think that people resent my time with people I care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my store has an excessive about of No-Doz.. Didn’t the FDA ban them? I think that the Tyler School of Art might be pushing drugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7542786967637456389?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7542786967637456389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7542786967637456389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7542786967637456389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7542786967637456389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/listening-to-weezer-is-so-wrong-that-it.html' title='Listening to weezer is so wrong, that it is right'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6392160791434696589</id><published>2007-03-10T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:19:31.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFTBALL SUNDAYS</title><content type='html'>EVERYONE AND ANYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Jon and Myself are trying to start a softball team that plays on sundays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to call the team "the Potatoes" or&lt;br /&gt;"the Taters" for short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested send me a message so we can pick a time and proper place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are meeting at the field in between Fitzwater and Bainbridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6392160791434696589?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6392160791434696589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6392160791434696589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6392160791434696589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;When did I become the kind of person that compromises my life?&lt;br /&gt;When did I become the kind of person that curbs what she writes about online or talks about in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I am starting to understand the human race, I get blind sided. &lt;br /&gt;I have been told I am crazy, but I really didn't understand how crazy I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of things that I have judged others so harshly for. &lt;br /&gt;When I mentioned about to get sick all over, I think I mean...&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;it is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;and I need to find a way to clean it up or hide it as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5795102654159761635?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2438595972298109237</id><published>2007-03-07T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:37:39.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRUMBLE</title><content type='html'>What is with the G/D snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go outside in this!&lt;br /&gt;This is horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am boycotting the snow in hopes that it will go away forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;br /&gt;300 comes out&lt;br /&gt;Possible mid-night showing experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot handle it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2438595972298109237?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3938077131958257581</id><published>2007-03-05T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:02:15.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live my life like a B list celebrity</title><content type='html'>This weekend was ridiculous... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, start drinking around 7ish after getting HUGE burritos&lt;br /&gt;Five beers later Mario Party begins&lt;br /&gt;Rum gets involved and so does my neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it world 7 on Mario, sans whistles!&lt;br /&gt;All decide (or maybe just me) that we need to "nap"&lt;br /&gt;because at 3 in the morning we have to drive Ruff Duffington to New York&lt;br /&gt;because he needs to go to Japan &lt;br /&gt;So he can slap a japanese business man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napping did not happen, &lt;br /&gt;what happened was Rachael, him and myself goofed off with my cat&lt;br /&gt;and acted a fool in my bed (not unlady like fools, like little kid sleep over fools)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at three in the morning we departed for New York with a much needed trip to &lt;br /&gt;WaWa. &lt;br /&gt;Rory's flight was at 7:10 &lt;br /&gt;we made it &lt;br /&gt;6:25 (yikes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and I had no return directions&lt;br /&gt;and at 7 in the morning &lt;br /&gt;travelled around manhattan until we found a tunnel sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADE IT BACK BY 8:25!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry duffy I drove the shit out of your car)&lt;br /&gt;To make it back at Ant's Pants for breakfast by 9&lt;br /&gt;and to the doctors by 10&lt;br /&gt;(which made me a half hour late for my appointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;to get up and go to a concert with the cyphers&lt;br /&gt;to come back home&lt;br /&gt;stay up till 4&lt;br /&gt;to get up again and get breakfast&lt;br /&gt;with kelly by 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;at 10am &lt;br /&gt;I saw a HEAD ON COLLUSION!&lt;br /&gt;where a driver was thrown OUT THEIR FRONT WINDOW!&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say we made it to breakfast later than planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast Kelly found a parcheesie game for free in a free box on someones porch (I know that is spelled wrong but I have never played the game...)&lt;br /&gt;but I was told there no one could be "green" in the game because the pieces were missing&lt;br /&gt;we went to some fantasy facial place at Rittenhouse&lt;br /&gt;I denied the lady trying to give me free samples&lt;br /&gt;because I saw how expensive those products are and I didn't want to get hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping Kelly off at the her house&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by Rachael's and Shawna's&lt;br /&gt;to find out &lt;br /&gt;WE ARE ALL GOING TO THE TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;So like surly old people we were down at the track&lt;br /&gt;betting on ponies&lt;br /&gt;I went down to get close to the horses&lt;br /&gt;picked ALL the winners!&lt;br /&gt;but didn't place any bets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up at a "red robin"&lt;br /&gt;which I didn't like!&lt;br /&gt;then back to Shawna's&lt;br /&gt;to watch Arrested development&lt;br /&gt;where I got tired and went home to take a nap&lt;br /&gt;talked on the phone for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3938077131958257581?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3938077131958257581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3938077131958257581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3938077131958257581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3938077131958257581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-live-my-life-like-b-list-celebrity.html' title='I live my life like a B list celebrity'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' 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type='html'>so last night something really crappy happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wreckless all the time, it finally caught up with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I am on no sleep and I have a work meeting to go to in two hours and I don't want to leave my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7397454089289105169?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7397454089289105169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7397454089289105169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7397454089289105169'/><link rel='self' 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RIP &lt;br /&gt;I have had it for a long time, it might just be time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see a lot of great art while I was in Pittsburgh. We went and saw the Modern Japanese print exhibit. &lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;Such skill, I was geeking out and tormented my companion about the process of all the prints. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot even believe that everything we saw was cut from blocks of wood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we stayed was pretty generic, but nice. The bed was really squishy!&lt;br /&gt;The people next to us were SOOOO loud. I mean I understand the joys of being drunk, but at a certain point (that point is four in the morning) shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see the mattress factory, which was fun/typical. &lt;br /&gt;It was all installation art so that was kind of cool. To watch my friend have to take off his shoes to go into the one exhibit was pretty funny, because his feet were too big to fit into the little footy things they gave you. &lt;br /&gt;The only cool thing about that exhibit was the artist was Japanese and it was interesting to see the change from the prints we saw to what the artist of that area are doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have remembered to bring a camera, but I did sketch a nice drawing on the train while listening to Otis Redding so that will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7996209496808710947?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7996209496808710947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7996209496808710947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7996209496808710947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7996209496808710947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/should-i-eat-arms-off-chickens.html' title='should I eat the arms off chickens?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3959190450292756604</id><published>2007-02-23T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:43:54.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOKKKKKAAAY</title><content type='html'>I am planning a trip to drive cross country at the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;Who is in?&lt;br /&gt;so far..&lt;br /&gt;Vikki&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3959190450292756604?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3959190450292756604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3959190450292756604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3959190450292756604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3959190450292756604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/ooookkkkkaaay.html' title='OOOOKKKKKAAAY'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4907325491628322266</id><published>2007-02-22T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:03:40.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leavin' in a Jetta, and I know when I will be back again.</title><content type='html'>I leave for Pittsburgh tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;First I was going, then not going, then going, and then wasn't sure if I was going, then def going. &lt;br /&gt;I am excited, there are a lot of events going on this weekend that I want to check out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the trip was a little longer, but what are you going to do? I could try burning down the store so I don't have to go to work on monday!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I have ever been to Pittsburgh it has been a crash course test run situation.&lt;br /&gt;My cat is going to hate me, because he has to live by himself for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, hot water update....&lt;br /&gt;Kind of fixed, but there is a serious leak in the tank!&lt;br /&gt;I met my neighbor out of this whole hot water ordeal... I found out, we both love super nintendo, and we both love netflixs... &lt;br /&gt;new best friend!&lt;br /&gt;or she will be...&lt;br /&gt;Just like the bartender at Doobies....&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants a magnet from Pittsburgh?&lt;br /&gt;Who is jealous of me seeing contemporary Japanese prints?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4907325491628322266?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4907325491628322266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4907325491628322266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4907325491628322266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4907325491628322266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-leavin-in-jetta-and-i-know-when-i.html' title='I&apos;m leavin&apos; in a Jetta, and I know when I will be back again.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1921883133105698106</id><published>2007-02-20T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:48:28.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is too hot</title><content type='html'>It is currently a million degrees where this computer lives. &lt;br /&gt;Fat tuesday &lt;br /&gt;Live it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1921883133105698106?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1921883133105698106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1921883133105698106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1921883133105698106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1921883133105698106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-too-hot.html' title='It is too hot'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5182069771044961058</id><published>2007-02-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:29:27.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>through the cracks in the wall</title><content type='html'>Weird weekend&lt;br /&gt;weird feelings&lt;br /&gt;sick face&lt;br /&gt;tired head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is getting to me. I am not supposed to be a bookstore manager. I am supposed to be working on art work, applying for schools and grants, and making something of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still young enough to do that, but my job is really getting me down. The people are all the same, with small breaks of laughter in between. The professors are unbearable, and since I have had many of them as professors they talk to me as one of their students. I get all upset thinking I am going to get a bad grade for my bookstore performance. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to take a trip over Temple's spring break. Why work if I don't have to. &lt;br /&gt;I have also decided that if I do not get any of the residencies that I have applied for I am going to take a long trip over the summer. I will move all my stuff to where I want to set up shop in Pittsburgh, go to the shore for fourth of July to make a bunch of traveling money, and spend the rest of the summer somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tattoo/ airbrush, or not tattoo/airbrush... how much short rage damage can my heart take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5182069771044961058?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5182069771044961058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5182069771044961058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5182069771044961058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5182069771044961058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/through-cracks-in-wall.html' title='through the cracks in the wall'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6104104702044657504</id><published>2007-02-18T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T05:37:15.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't breathe out of my nose</title><content type='html'>Ugh I am sick, &lt;br /&gt;and I am pretty sure this is all Ladypant's fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out last night because I thought if I came home to sleep I would be fine today. WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day in spite of being sick. I took Zack to my studio and showed him some of the process of screen printing. We also ice skated in the back yard, and since that was so much fun, we took the power washer and sprayed down the whole back yard of the studio so it would get really slippery. &lt;br /&gt;Shawna did all this in little shorts and a small dress... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that might be in part why I am sick today still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I have to try and find breakfast and do laundry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6104104702044657504?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6104104702044657504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6104104702044657504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6104104702044657504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6104104702044657504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-breathe-out-of-my-nose.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe out of my nose'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2002775569206132411</id><published>2007-02-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:38:14.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>to you, you and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2002775569206132411?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2002775569206132411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2002775569206132411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2002775569206132411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2002775569206132411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1919464798051705830</id><published>2007-02-13T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:25:28.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love microwave burritos because you cook them in a paper towel</title><content type='html'>My mouth is on fire right now. I have not grasped the concept of letting food cool before putting it into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt; Secretly (not so secretly now) I really like burning the top my mouth. I know, I am gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a pretty good day. I had a very relaxed morning. &lt;br /&gt;Listened to interesting music, and was the first person to put footprints in the snow walking to my car. &lt;br /&gt; I showed up to work 3 minutes late, but since it was snowing and art students are afraid of cold/weather/showers etc. etc. etc. no one was in the store. I did however make great strides with the ceramics department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very moving documentary last night. &lt;br /&gt;It is always refreshing to watch a movie that helps you put into perspective the highs and lows of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general I am very envious of anyone that feels they have a sense of community. &lt;br /&gt;I lack that type of security in my life. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1919464798051705830?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1919464798051705830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1919464798051705830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1919464798051705830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1919464798051705830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-microwave-burritos-because-you.html' title='I love microwave burritos because you cook them in a paper towel'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4557435139585356171</id><published>2007-02-11T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:41:53.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJoI3wyghWs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJoI3wyghWs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it makes someone else smile too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4557435139585356171?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4557435139585356171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4557435139585356171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4557435139585356171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4557435139585356171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-makes-me-smile.html' title='This makes me smile'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5682864766517897348</id><published>2007-02-10T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:47:01.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is like a roller coaster, you can't get off at the top</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our Valentine's Social. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was pretty successful. Probably the best event that we have had. It was really easy to throw together and it is fun to see people be creative. &lt;br /&gt;I made 6 valentines! One of them has James Brown on it in his casket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw mirrormask last night. I was very impressed. &lt;br /&gt;The colors were amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made "soup" last night as well... I tried to make soup... I think it might have been soup for a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kara found us a place that she wants to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5682864766517897348?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5682864766517897348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5682864766517897348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5682864766517897348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5682864766517897348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-like-roller-coaster-you-cant-get.html' title='It is like a roller coaster, you can&apos;t get off at the top'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-8371938057791877915</id><published>2007-02-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:21:02.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It might be time to switch my sea horse with a divine pin</title><content type='html'>Going out tonight made me feel a little better. &lt;br /&gt;I gave a cat a gold star, and he loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is making my cat a scarf, which is precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently listening to Nick Drake's "Pink Moon"&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;such a sad soul he had... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I need the Ben Folds Five album &lt;br /&gt;The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner&lt;br /&gt;I owned it at one time, but those times are over and I need to hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-8371938057791877915?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/8371938057791877915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=8371938057791877915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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three in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>I had to leave work today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2585646368362976251?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2585646368362976251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2585646368362976251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2585646368362976251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2585646368362976251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5680389197776630475?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5680389197776630475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5680389197776630475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5680389197776630475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5680389197776630475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-i-get-it-it-is-sad-but-i-get-it.html' 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I am so full, which is good because I was empty from the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when bad things happen in my life they have to happen all at once. I would chalk it up as a test from god, but seriously I have a master's degree in life experience.  Scratch that, PhD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in the world there is home movies, and soft baked cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night at the meeting Annie kept calling me Boss. I realized she always calls me Boss. &lt;br /&gt;That really tickles me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the etching class. Which is great, because I wanted to do etching more than litho, but I think I might do both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6713077342736337669?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6713077342736337669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6713077342736337669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6713077342736337669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6713077342736337669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-just-told-to-tuck-my-boobs-in-my.html' title='I was just told to tuck my boobs in my arm pits'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4082449990281231490</id><published>2007-02-05T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:03:27.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Kelly, Someone gave you bad advice</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw the worst movie ever. &lt;br /&gt;The devil wears parada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy god&lt;br /&gt;Gross. &lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I actually screamed at the her TV over several parts in the movie. Especially the part when the lead girl turns and says "Uh, you mean size four"... AND ACTUALLY GETS A HIGH FIVE FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;(anyone that has seen this awful movie knows what part this is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to cleanse ourselves by watching the office, but I don't think it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4082449990281231490?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4082449990281231490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4082449990281231490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4082449990281231490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4082449990281231490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-kelly-someone-gave-you-bad-advice.html' title='Oh Kelly, Someone gave you bad advice'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5292300207926982469</id><published>2007-02-04T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T05:10:19.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb is such a tough month</title><content type='html'>I truely hate Feb. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me depressed, and this month combined with the past few months is a pretty dangerous cocktail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to leave Philadelphia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5292300207926982469?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5292300207926982469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5292300207926982469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5292300207926982469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5292300207926982469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/feb-is-such-tough-month.html' title='Feb is such a tough month'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2482161661865753497</id><published>2007-02-03T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:05:47.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the semi-sun</title><content type='html'>This morning was really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with Shawna and Bob. We ate wings, courtesy of Bob! &lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;After wings we went to Bob's house and I watched Shawna and Bob play Wii tennis. It was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;I also payed a very steep price for using Dustin's blanket, because when he came home DRUNK... He proceeded to lay on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur night was also a very good night. &lt;br /&gt;This week because of outer circumstances was ROUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon- Store was Robbed&lt;br /&gt;Tue- Had to deal with Loss prevention and go to a managers meeting&lt;br /&gt;Wed- Had our bi-annual meeting with satan and went out for a "power" lunch (that doesn't seem so bad, but when you are called little slugger and have to hear about golfing in the winter, it makes me want to throw up a little)&lt;br /&gt;Thur- Found out Sara Jane quit the collective and in the worse way possible BY LEAVING A F'ING NOTE ON MY DESK! &lt;br /&gt;Plus it is lady friend time and I lose my g/d mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by thur night just sitting and drawing while paul read a book listening to hockey on a computer radio was just what I needed. &lt;br /&gt;I appreciate having the kind of friendship where I do not have to be entertaining to have a good time with someone. &lt;br /&gt;I also was happy that I decided to leave the house friday night to have ridiculous conversations and wings with my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I have to go take a cold shower, and then off to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how this week ends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2482161661865753497?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2482161661865753497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2482161661865753497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2482161661865753497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2482161661865753497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-in-semi-sun.html' title='fun in the semi-sun'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-2815224893727610720</id><published>2007-01-30T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:16:31.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just couldn't keep up</title><content type='html'>So today was far better than yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my store was robbed&lt;br /&gt;Today no robbing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a managers meeting, pretty boring...&lt;br /&gt;Paul had to make faces at me everytime something silly happened so I had to keep my hand over my mouth the entire time. &lt;br /&gt;I also got to hear some slightly racist jokes?!? what? &lt;br /&gt;I took a cat nap, with a big fat cat. &lt;br /&gt;Got wings, and could not keep up with my company on wing consumption... Did however get to see some really not pretty boobs on display at this bar in center city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar I went to tonight I probably would have never ever gone to if it was for Mr. C. Actually most the places that I have gone to lately I would have never ventured into (I mean tonight I def heard crappy pop music and see "bro's" do a lot of high fiving)&lt;br /&gt;What is nice about seeing all these new places is that I get a different glimpse of Philly before I leave it.&lt;br /&gt;The Philadelphia I loved is dying all around me. Everything that made this city great for me is closing down or has changed owners...etc. etc. &lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate these small opportunities to see a different part of Philly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write more but I am tired, and I get to go to another managers meeting in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-2815224893727610720?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/2815224893727610720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=2815224893727610720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2815224893727610720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/2815224893727610720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-couldnt-keep-up.html' title='I just couldn&apos;t keep up'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4830119435593980890</id><published>2007-01-29T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:50:06.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So&lt;br /&gt;Ladypants and I went and got chinese.&lt;br /&gt;He put pickled cabbage in my water...&lt;br /&gt;I put duck sauce in his water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the cabbage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not remember the duck sauce... AND DRANK IT... TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise&lt;br /&gt;My day sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-Wings&lt;br /&gt;Wed.&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting with satan&lt;br /&gt;-Movies&lt;br /&gt;Thur.&lt;br /&gt;-only god knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4830119435593980890?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4830119435593980890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4830119435593980890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4830119435593980890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4830119435593980890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-ladypants-and-i-went-and-got-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1173804690567821796</id><published>2007-01-28T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:23:20.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things I'm not doing</title><content type='html'>-not going to get wings with bob&lt;br /&gt;-not being in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;I am currently making the same noises as my car did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;grumbly ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1173804690567821796?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1173804690567821796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1173804690567821796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1173804690567821796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1173804690567821796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-im-not-doing.html' title='things I&apos;m not doing'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-7151557318636726668</id><published>2007-01-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:25:21.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like music</title><content type='html'>So I am excited about all the concerts coming up that I am going to. &lt;br /&gt;First March 3rd, Badly Drawn Boy is playing. &lt;br /&gt;I picked up tickets for Paul and I on Friday. His nephew is going too, which should be fun. Zack (Paul's nephew) is a really nice kid. Kelly unfortunately decided that the TLA are "being douche bags" and charging too much for the show. (Really almost 25.00 dollars, it is kind of gross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second March 27th, Decembrists.&lt;br /&gt;It will be the second time seeing them this year (if you count November to November as the year). They are playing at the Tower Theater, which is one of my favorite venues. I saw the BNL (shut up) and Beck there. Beck dry humped a bed on stage, so that was a pretty intense concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that bothers me about Tower however is the lack of foresight that the common concert viewer posses about their seating situation. I understand that people get excited about the performance, and I can understand the need to dance. What doesn't make sense is standing the entire time if there are seats available. Take me for example, when someone is standing in front of me brandishing a lighter and screaming the lyrics to their favorite song (which incidentally they don't sound like the lead singer at all) I cannot see in front of them. I am only five feet from the ground. Even standing on tiptoes I am maybe 5'2. If everyone sat down, everyone could enjoy the show. So most concerts I am getting play by play from the person next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start doing yoga and Pilates again this week. This is a good thing since I will have to be in a bathing suit in about a month at the "TRADE SHOW". I am looking forward to this free trip to Florida because I am going to ditch most of the meetings (since I will probably not be working at Tyler next year, so it doesn't matter if I get in trouble) and probably get A LOT of free liquor. I am not looking forward to questions like "are those tattoos real?” "Did you know that last forever?” "Why do you have Steve Buscemi tattooed on you?” So I will have to explain to a bunch of work people why I have tattoos all over my body. Especially since I should have about two more tattoos by the middle of March. Don't get me wrong I love showing my tattoos off, just not to uptight people. I understand that I look a little bit like a Ripley's exhibit in a bathing suit with the tattoos, but I don't feel like spending a week explaining them, or every time I go out with these people hearing "Hey will you show so and so your tattoos?"  &lt;br /&gt;I think the trade show will be pretty ridiculous, and interesting. I also think it is going to be kind of sad. I am preparing myself for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write a lot more but my eyes hurt from my busy day yesterday, and I have Taxi season 1 from netflix. &lt;br /&gt;I also have to take a nap to get wings with B-man. &lt;br /&gt;Leann (there is NO "e" at the end of her name, weird?) left for Brazil today, and I think he might be a little bummed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my abs luck tomorrow after Pilates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-7151557318636726668?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/7151557318636726668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=7151557318636726668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7151557318636726668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/7151557318636726668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-like-music.html' title='I like music'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-6331342025355961012</id><published>2007-01-26T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T03:54:12.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada yada</title><content type='html'>I just got out of my shower that refuses to produce hot water. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a bit of a tease because the water lasted for almost ten minutes. The water was very clever, and decided to run out just as I was shaving my second leg. That means I had to continue to take a cold shower or have only 1 and 1/2 legs shaved. &lt;br /&gt;Every girl knows that if you shave your legs when it is cold you never get a smooth shave. I even have one of those vibrating razors (I got it free from a promotion at work, hooray) and still there is cold shower stubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs in general are looking brutal lately for many reasons...&lt;br /&gt;1) My legs looked much better when I rode a bike everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;2) Cold shower stubble, as explained in first paragraph of Blog&lt;br /&gt;3) GIANT bruise on my new from drinking two nights before. I would like to say no one knows where it came from, but unfortunately Andy and Paul saw the whole thing. Why would Doobies put lawn furniture in front of the bathroom anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note about Doobies... Best jukebox ever... More Bowie than you can shake a very glittery stick at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the night with the bruise... I drank ridiculous amounts... I mean way too much... &lt;br /&gt;On top of drinking about 9 vodka tonics, Andy threw shots into the mix. &lt;br /&gt;Supposedly I was completely coherent the entire time... Joke was on Paul and Andy I don't remember anything after the third bar... I do remember having to hurtle a  cat to make it to the bathroom to hurl my entrails out.&lt;br /&gt;It was all fun... &lt;br /&gt;I also didn't show up to work until 12pm! Go me! I probably would have made it there sooner, but I was right around the corner from breakfast... So I couldn't pass that up... Breakfast however turned out to be a bad move, because in the end I did pass it up, into the toilet that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes getting a wicked drunk on is a good thing, because it helped me purge a lot of "bad energy" out of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wrote bad energy... I will go listen to Jerry Garcia now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-6331342025355961012?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/6331342025355961012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=6331342025355961012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6331342025355961012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/6331342025355961012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/yada-yada-yada.html' title='yada yada yada'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-1696222553328414689</id><published>2007-01-21T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:00:23.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow?</title><content type='html'>You should never kiss someone to a song, because forever you will remember that kiss..&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, you should always kiss someone to a song, because everytime you hear that song, you will remember that kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call to tell me it was snowing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most of my night looking up artist residencies and grants. I want to leave my job, so maybe if this works out I can spend the summer getting paid to make art. I have so many ideas in-between my two ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am visiting CMU in Feb. I am nervous. I will def be moving before next November. &lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get into this school, but that really depends on how much work I am willing to do from now until next fall to prepare for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be an experience if anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-1696222553328414689?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/1696222553328414689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=1696222553328414689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1696222553328414689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/1696222553328414689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow.html' title='snow?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3195235205661430336</id><published>2007-01-20T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:06:51.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in such demand</title><content type='html'>I don't usually do this, since I don't usually go out, but I completely over booked my day. &lt;br /&gt;I told too many people I would hang out, and now I don't want to leave my house. &lt;br /&gt;My day started early with a nice mini-break by seeing Paul. After that short visit I was off to my studio. Annie, who is amazing, finished and perfected the set up of the screen print equipment. The rest of the day was just spent doing test runs. Even though the work was boring it did make me very excited to start producing artwork. It is a weird that the studio is completely operational. We all waited for this day and only Annie, Heather, and myself showed up to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this week was frightful. Not so much the students but the Professors fell into the category known as "Terrible Humans". &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what part of the brain malfunctions with most artist when it comes to business and art, but I would like to run some test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am writing a grant proposal... I am excited. &lt;br /&gt;I have this grand scheme of a project that I want to get started on that should undoubtedly get me into CMU, and hopefully into a cool summer program that I found. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about writing it all out for the public but I am tired and I have at least three phone calls to make apologizing for breaking plans. &lt;br /&gt;If you see me in person just tap me on the shoulder and ask... "What is your big project?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3195235205661430336?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3195235205661430336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3195235205661430336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3195235205661430336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3195235205661430336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-in-such-demand.html' title='I am in such demand'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-4335999844846971629</id><published>2007-01-18T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:02:53.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like feeling I am apart of other people's lies. &lt;br /&gt;The idea of it makes my stomach hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in other news&lt;br /&gt;I made really good hummus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-4335999844846971629?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/4335999844846971629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=4335999844846971629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4335999844846971629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/4335999844846971629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-like-feeling-i-am-apart-of-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-8629814082212283343</id><published>2007-01-14T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:41:21.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is full of soup</title><content type='html'>I currently feel like I have corn chowder in my head. My nose is all stuffed and my head feels like it is about 66 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;66lbs. doesn't seem like a lot, but it is my HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waking up earlier than the rest of the world. Why am I always anxious to get a head start.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be as good as yesterday, but I am not sure it will be better, because yesterday, well that was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really lonesome lately. I have spent time with people that I enjoy and care about, but I still feel like I am sitting by myself. It is really unsettling. I am not adjusting to my new surroundings as well as I hoped I would have. I am uncomfortable in this city in general so I guess trying to make my life work in a different part of the city probably isn't going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move to Pittsburgh and try to get into CMU. I am hoping this move will happen at the end of the summer, but it seriously cannot wait much after next fall. The deadline to apply to the school is next March (well my deadline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Perks of today&lt;br /&gt;-Breakfast with Kelly&lt;br /&gt;-Rocky with Kelly&lt;br /&gt;-24 party with Bob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-8629814082212283343?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/8629814082212283343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=8629814082212283343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8629814082212283343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/8629814082212283343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-head-is-full-of-soup.html' title='my head is full of soup'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-3902274164421994812</id><published>2007-01-13T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T06:03:26.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey's in the morning</title><content type='html'>1. Who is the next person you'll hold hands with?&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;But I will say when my hand is held; I usually try not to inter twine fingers because my fingers are soo much smaller than the other persons... I try to just clasp hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;No, I used to when I was a kid, but the noise effects what I dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up, and it is too early to start waking up friends... I will be going to Hockey game today (fingers crossed) and probably out to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think you're old?&lt;br /&gt;No, and most of my friends always say, "I forget how young you are" or "I can't wait until that comes out on tape." and then I have to say, "what is a tape?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How fast can you type?&lt;br /&gt;Whew, light speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid television programming that bad will be coming out on DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly green, sometimes blue, sometimes yellowish?&lt;br /&gt;I have mood ring eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I stopped neglecting my responsibilities. Otherwise it is ok, I am a compulsive over achiever... but once I sign myself up for everything I just want to sit in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;When I first moved into my apartment... That is when I learned my hot water SUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... but most the time when I partake in that gesture it is in my car, so I am actually knocking on plastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;A glass of Juice... it is just about the best juice I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;Nope... Last time I got glasses I found out my vision got a little worse... But the glasses are really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you hula-hoop?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tried in a while. I was third place in a hula-hoop contest at Lake Lenapee when I was a kid. I think I was in second grade; so the other participants were not as cutthroat as today's hula hoopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just couldn't continue dating a cheater... I also wouldn't play chess with a cheater, because I take the game WAY too seriously once I start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;-My face smells funny&lt;br /&gt;-I need to take a shower&lt;br /&gt;-Should I head down town or to south Philly first?&lt;br /&gt;-Who was I supposed to meet for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. A movie you watched when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;Coming to America&lt;br /&gt;(Andy how old were you when this came out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What song's in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;I got this survey from Erin who was listening to Mazzy Star... I also am listening to Mazzy Star's, Sweet Jane... very strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you doing next week?&lt;br /&gt;Uh working at Tyler, listening to a bunch of poopety kids complain about cream for their coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast &lt;br /&gt;Hockey Game&lt;br /&gt;Par-Tae? &lt;br /&gt;Probably try to go to the Mummers thing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's your middle name and why?&lt;br /&gt;My Middle name is Devon. My mom (real mom) hitched hike to Florida when she was 12, and started the 7th grade there. While in Florida (which didn't last long) she met a girl name Devin. I guess they were partners in crime. My mom would tell stories of this small girl with a thick southern accent, and she always regretted not staying in touch with Devin. &lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when I was home from school and we were watching Murray and it was an episode of people tracking down lost loved ones, and my mom called the number at the end of the show to try and find Devin... They never called back. Why my name is spelled Devon, and why my first name is spelled Lea, is because my mom only went to school until the 8th grade and just spelled both names wrong on the birth certificate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Name some places you've gone.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, but now not that recently was Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;I plan to go back when it is really cold and nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When was the last time you told someone "I love you"?&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while. At least three months. My mom and I always suggest it at the end of a phone conversation, but we are not a very affectionate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last stupid thing you did drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently was very affectionate on a subway ride. I think this was instigated... because I am not that kind of person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Flemy and optimistic. I hope it is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;I have been suspended, too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. This I have done more than a dozen times. One time I was crawling in a window of a friend’s house because her parents wanted us in by a certain time and we showed up at 4 in the morning. I went first to fall right into her parents. &lt;br /&gt;I got up and walked home... Let her deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? What is for dinner? I am in the mood for Chinese or falafel. I am so glad Abi made me try falafel, and burritos... because now they are my favorite food ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been that desperate yet. Let's see how this artist thing works out, because it could be in my future when I am elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I only want to handle the truth. I cannot handle the lies... especially when I find out the truth, after I was told the lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Neglected responsibilities. Came home, started a short story, worked on a drawing, watched home movies, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Buy anything lately?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to buy a new shirt today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Any cool scars?&lt;br /&gt;Not really... I would think with the life I have led so far, I would have something better than a ding on my forehead from a seashell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Name an old school song you like?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Fania all-stars, Leah (the spelled it wrong/right though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;br /&gt;How many kids plan on having me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Depends how I was asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Lately a little more than usual because I haven't left my house very much... but not very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you talk to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Is there something you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think this way. If I needed it I would have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Name three things about the opposite sex that you first notice?&lt;br /&gt;Eye contact or to see if they have severe lack of eye contact&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How do you feel about the word wawa?&lt;br /&gt;When you have been drinking it is a really awkward word to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;BLANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Name a fault?&lt;br /&gt;Seclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Something pretty you've seen lately?&lt;br /&gt;Children of Men&lt;br /&gt;And Shawna on Wed. She looked stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;Jackass II, I can't help it. That movie is too much. &lt;br /&gt;I watched it with Shawna as we ate twin pops. I do love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you want to hear?&lt;br /&gt;Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you want most?&lt;br /&gt;"A love-letter from Neil gaiman." this is what Erin wrote, I know a boy who would really like one of these. &lt;br /&gt;I want to have a good Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. If you could be anywhere else right now, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I would be in my comforters... oh wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-3902274164421994812?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/3902274164421994812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=3902274164421994812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3902274164421994812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/3902274164421994812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/surveys-in-morning.html' title='survey&apos;s in the morning'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-5292236864779363277</id><published>2007-01-12T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:17:26.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you just want to sit on the couch</title><content type='html'>Well, I have officially over-whelmed myself. &lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be the schedule of my day&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Go to work&lt;br /&gt;Go to print club and take slides&lt;br /&gt;Go to print club and conduct meeting&lt;br /&gt;Go to print club and help clean the studio&lt;br /&gt;Go down town to pick up fabric and pattern for my sewing class&lt;br /&gt;Go to my sewing class&lt;br /&gt;Go and meet up with friends at a bar&lt;br /&gt;Go clean my apartment sometime during this&lt;br /&gt;Go work on my drawing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked yesterday while talking on the telephone... "why did you hesitate to tell me where you have decided to apply to grad school." &lt;br /&gt;I hesitate doing anything regarding grad school. &lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I am good enough. That is what creates the pause in any conversation about it.&lt;br /&gt;The school I am interested is competitive. Will I be one of the 6-8 people they consider letting in?&lt;br /&gt;The city I am not terribly excited about, but the school I have fell in love with. &lt;br /&gt;The big thing is if I stay in Philadelphia, I will not grow as a person or an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consistently feel like investing my time in other people is always better then investing time in myself. &lt;br /&gt;Whew. That is kind of sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sure some time will free up&lt;br /&gt;I have only decided to start painting classes to teach my friends how to paint (which is actually exciting)&lt;br /&gt;Start another writing group with Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Start an etching class on Tue and Thur&lt;br /&gt;Have two art shows &lt;br /&gt;Volunteer at Fleisher&lt;br /&gt;Host dinner parties on Thur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I must love not having time to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-5292236864779363277?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/5292236864779363277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=5292236864779363277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5292236864779363277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/5292236864779363277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-you-just-want-to-sit-on-couch.html' title='sometimes you just want to sit on the couch'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5882790830624730674.post-727801579336184262</id><published>2007-01-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:21:28.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray</title><content type='html'>Something new for me to rant on. &lt;br /&gt;Get ready for a bunch of ridiculous post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5882790830624730674-727801579336184262?l=leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/feeds/727801579336184262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5882790830624730674&amp;postID=727801579336184262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/727801579336184262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5882790830624730674/posts/default/727801579336184262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahaslittlearms.blogspot.com/2007/01/hooray.html' title='Hooray'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15386759964466097895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rR1Ain5qYfo/SnHamLD-SJI/AAAAAAAAACI/F3YTi8cEfIo/S220/Rocky+Rocky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
