<?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-901525976848664919</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:21:53.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As Leah Rose Knows It.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-6690543308378242718</id><published>2011-06-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:00:01.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easy living.</title><content type='html'>i changed my earrings for the first time today. it was surprisingly not as big of a deal as i'd thought it would be, but i thought i'd inform you nonetheless. dropped the back to one of the original earrings. typical right? rest easy i found it after kneeling (practically laying) on the floor of the bathroom. i bought some new earrings from urban, and natalie informed me i could wear them now. so i did and they're heavy on my ears. however, now i feel like a real woman.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if i were to have one nickname these days that fits me perfect, i'd probably be something along the lines of "flannel city". i both wear too much and own too much flannel for my own good. i'm obsessed, what can i say. i already had 5 flannels, but couldn't help myself when we went to a thrift store, i got two more. don't you worry though, one was $5 (a bit pricey for a thrift store i know) and the other was $2. i clearly dish out the big bucks for my obsessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19, on the verge of turning 20, must be the time in your life titled "wedding season". that seems somewhat young, but this is america. i went home last weekend for my older sister, amy's, wedding and let me tell you, probably one of the most fun events of my life. no joke. yes, i know i'm a bit of an over exaggerator, but this is for real. i'm so incredibly happy for them. as Mr. Darcy so well put it, they are, "completely and perfectly and incandescently happy." its quite touching really. and now you maybe thinking, one wedding does not make it "wedding season" well this is where my dear friend jessica's (yarm) wedding comes in. i went to her bridal shower yesterday and boy was it a good time. so lovely to see those girls and of course kori and jleav went all out in planning it. So incredibly fun. i'm excited to see yarm married. she'll be a wonderful wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well now to my daily life. all i do all day is pinterest. ok maybe not all day, but at least three hours out of the day, if not more. it's taken over my facebooking which is probably a good thing. me and natalie are addicted. rest easy though because some good does come out of it. we get inspired for things to make for dinner. our meals are becoming more and more advanced. we've also taken to making some of the bracelets we see on there. also the shaking of my hands has gotten somewhat out of control recently so its nice to do something like pinterest that doesn't require steady hands. so life is pretty solid. you know that who thing where its summertime and the livings easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well yall i'm sorry i didn't include an exceptional amount of pictures and links on this here blog, i mostly just like writing and am much too lazy to include such things. maybe i'll muster up the energy to do so on a later date. have a lovely rest of your day and may the sun shine on your faces so as to make your eyes sparkle like diamonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-6690543308378242718?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/6690543308378242718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=6690543308378242718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6690543308378242718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6690543308378242718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2011/06/easy-living.html' title='easy living.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-2170501346668729842</id><published>2011-02-11T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:37:06.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING!</title><content type='html'>helllllooooo my lovely blogger buddies. just wanted to say hi on this friday morning? i guess you could say. not sure how to specify what part of the day it is when its 11:36 am. well anyway just wanted to drop in and say a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you gunna kiss me or not,? are we gunna do this or what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-2170501346668729842?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/2170501346668729842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=2170501346668729842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2170501346668729842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2170501346668729842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-morning.html' title='GOOD MORNING!'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-6940155071771920153</id><published>2011-01-27T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:15:45.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a continuity of weird happenings.</title><content type='html'>Curse the internet. i believe the universe is trying to tell me something. The only website that hardly ever works is facebook. seriously like right now i tried to go on, nope didnt work. yet i can check my mail, check the blog world, go on youtube, basically anything you can dream of... EXCEPT facebook. honestly it's quite baffling. It has forced me to venture out into the world of unknown internet, well not really. i just go on the websites i used to go on more often since facebook isnt an option. i have been quite the blog reader. before i was a lazy blog reader where i'd skim the words and look at some pictures, sometimes entirely overlook posts altogether, but now i read things and actually look and rarely skip posts. it's really quite the change for me. thank you universe, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank god youtube is working because i listen to the music i dont have on my itunes that way. its really saved my life. however, im sure my roommates are probably going to kill me if they have to hear "mammas dont let your babies grow up to be cowboys" by willie nelson or "i've got your number" by passion pit, one more time. my deepest of apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the scenery looking like this.. all i can think &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TUHAgDxkn5I/AAAAAAAAACM/fBG-2jP7NiE/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566942271408218002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TUHAgDxkn5I/AAAAAAAAACM/fBG-2jP7NiE/s320/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of is snowboarding, yet what am i doing?? yep im sitting in my dorm room blogging. soo incredibly disappointing if you ask me, and also a little depressing. the snow was made to ride on and that is exactly what i should be doing. perhaps thats the lesson the universe is trying to teach me. little does the universe know, that is one lesson i do not need to be taught. thanks so much anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll work on being a cooler blogger. hang in there readers. should my bad internet connection continue to curse me i'll be pro in no time. in the mean time ill take naps because my weird dreams are keeping me from sleeping well at night. its getting quite exhausting. dreams like "becoming panic stricken because you bought a car for $300 dollars, but couldnt get ahold of your dad because your phone kept calling other people and transforming into random substances like lotion tubes and plastic baggies with water." and "driving with your sister who runs a red light with a cop right in front of her so you think you'll get pulled over, but wait now theres 7, but wait they arent pulling us over. switching lanes only to find out the cops are holding back a man with  gun who gets loose and you hide in the car only to get shot, but not hurt." i'm telling ya its weird stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well all, carry on. it's been thrilling. remember the sun is shining even if you can't see it, or feel it for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i know that its not a party if it happens every night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-6940155071771920153?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/6940155071771920153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=6940155071771920153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6940155071771920153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6940155071771920153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2011/01/continuity-of-weird-happenings.html' title='a continuity of weird happenings.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TUHAgDxkn5I/AAAAAAAAACM/fBG-2jP7NiE/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-296305626917016488</id><published>2010-12-20T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:23:25.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>a list of some of my favorite things today:&lt;br /&gt;- songs that sound cheerful listening to the music, but once you listen to the lyrics you find they are quite tragic.&lt;br /&gt;- bobo bringing home a nothing bundt cake.&lt;br /&gt;- friends.&lt;br /&gt;- analyzing the negative parts of your character in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;- sitting by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;- looking at blogs with amy.&lt;br /&gt;- dancing at the kitchen table, but quietly because dad is trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;- watching amy create her newest creations.&lt;br /&gt;- laughing at the funny stupid things in life.&lt;br /&gt;- all the people you wish you could be best friends with.&lt;br /&gt;- reading dr. seuss books and dying at the absolute genius of them, mostly because you wish you could contain such genius.&lt;br /&gt;- not getting exhausted by christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;- analyzing weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;- a chocolate a day from our advent calenders.&lt;br /&gt;- brushing up on greys anatomy, well watching one episode and being brought to tears.&lt;br /&gt;- rain.&lt;br /&gt;- waiting up to pick jimmy up from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;- just hanging out with my family, the coolest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;- learning simple things about people that change your entire view on them, for the good.&lt;br /&gt;- falling in love with something small, like a ring with song lyrics on it.&lt;br /&gt;- good meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i obsessed lately with making lists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-296305626917016488?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/296305626917016488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=296305626917016488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/296305626917016488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/296305626917016488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='a few of my favorite things.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-7838983435304742234</id><published>2010-12-18T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:18:52.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sporadic thoughts, the usual.</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lack of anything very interesting... I'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;-There are so many times in my life when other people say what i want to say better than i ever could. Its a love hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;-Its also 10:08pm and im in bed. my body and mind is way too exhausted from finals week.&lt;br /&gt;-i love people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-i get really tired of capatalizing words on the computer sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-i cannot believe it is currently 57 degrees out. everytime i walk outside i get confused.&lt;br /&gt;-big beds are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;-i miss my room at home. theres so much character.&lt;br /&gt;-christmas shopping is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;-life is good.&lt;br /&gt;-my mind is random. i'll also work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-7838983435304742234?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/7838983435304742234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=7838983435304742234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/7838983435304742234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/7838983435304742234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/12/sporadic-thoughts-usual.html' title='sporadic thoughts, the usual.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-3647698258199992637</id><published>2010-11-27T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T23:01:01.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on returning to SLC.</title><content type='html'>school= bittersweet, but mostly bitter.&lt;br /&gt;friends= beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;family= too far away.&lt;br /&gt;heart= eager.&lt;br /&gt;weather= cold.&lt;br /&gt;mind= racing.&lt;br /&gt;body= tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emotions/feelings that encompass me curretly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-3647698258199992637?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/3647698258199992637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=3647698258199992637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3647698258199992637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3647698258199992637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-on-returning-to-slc.html' title='thoughts on returning to SLC.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5893528551391965427</id><published>2010-11-21T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:49:37.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow and my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>so here we have it.. the first snow of the season that sticks to the sidewalk. what a great birthday present for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt; (shes probably cursing the universe at the moment). me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;karen&lt;/span&gt; decided last night as we were driving through the falling snow, that we missed out on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; as children living in a place where snow was absolutely absurd. I dream about it now sometimes. you know, waking up to a white christmas, sledding, making snow men and dressing them up, drinking hot chocolate while watching the snow fall... perhaps we can make these things happen now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my current playlist im listening to is entitled "when the world is too white" which I made about a week ago when the world was no where near how white it is now. its as if i predicted the  future a little.. JK.. rowling. im not that egotistical as to think i predicted the future when it was bound to happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite thing to do is, as we drive around, to look into peoples houses who have christmas lights up. its soo pretty. one of my favorite things.. christmas lights. i just got majorly inspired to make a list of all my favorite things. oh how lovely that would be and just add onto it as the years go by. thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else that would be on my favorite list is harry potter. oh how i love the books/ most of the movies. ugh number 7 part 1 movie was absolutely awesome. soo freakin good!! ill stop there so as not to ruin it for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this post is a little lacking, but life is calling so i must go. i wish however it was my love that was calling... haha anyway. if you're up for it we should paint the town white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be looking at the moon, but i'll be seeing you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5893528551391965427?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5893528551391965427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5893528551391965427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5893528551391965427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5893528551391965427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-and-my-favorite-things.html' title='snow and my favorite things.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-2698817403177156014</id><published>2010-10-13T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:36:13.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun and spending money you dont have.</title><content type='html'>yep you guessed it, i have been imspired once again by someones lovely writing. i will leave out exactly who because i wouldnt want my few readers realizing just how creepy i am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my friends it is fall break and let me tell ya, it is a lovely break. im not entirely sure how i went without it previous to now. i could have very well gone insane had i not been blessed with this lovely phenomenon. my sole goal for the break was to get tan, i look disgusting when not, clearly. so i've been working on it and am thrilled to update that it has been working. obviously i could probably do even better, but i get tired of trying, especially when im by myself. its nice to see the sun again though. salt lake was getting a little too cold a little too quickly for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an adult right now. i've been shopping since i was home and i just broke down my credit card bill and who owes me what. kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo ive become obsessed with jeggings.. obviously a little late in the fashion world when when have i cared if i was up to date in the fashion world? never. and i was going to buy another pair at urban today because they were on sale for $10 and i probably should have, but amy advised me not to, she claims they look like mom jeans. and yes they might, however they are bomb and i could care less if it looked like i was reppin mom jeans. i should probably go back and get them. ehh. theres a chance i might not due to my tendency for laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive recently come to the conclusion that i am tired of boys and their tendencies. i feel like an explanation isn't really necessary for this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone is having a lovely little day and night. may the stars fall soley for your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;"the cure is if you let in a little more love, i promise you this, a littles enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-2698817403177156014?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/2698817403177156014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=2698817403177156014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2698817403177156014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2698817403177156014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/10/sun-and-spending-money-you-dont-have.html' title='the sun and spending money you dont have.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5452531666351196700</id><published>2010-09-30T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:45:20.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the library and rap stars.</title><content type='html'>this is an encompassment of all the new things about me that i can think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not entirely sure if any of my few readers care very much at all what my newest favie thing to do is, but if i were to tell anyone i feel you would be the most interested. my new favorite thing ever is studying in the library. weird right? NO! not weird at all! if you were here and had access to such a library you would understand. it is absolutely lovely. I suppose i love it because it is easier for me to study around other people studying than just by myself, but nonetheless the library is my sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my newest musical obsession. my bestie michael is absolutely obsessed with Kanye so of course he was absolutely disgusted with the fact that i didnt really like Kanye so to help me out he played it at all times. and yes you guessed it.. i love Kanye now too. im not gunna lie the lyrics are quite clever. a few have actually been my facebook statuses and thats quite the coveted spot. however, there is a downside to everything.. when i put on my playlist entitled "kanye favies" i turn into some wanna be thug and start talking all gangster. its semi enbarrassing and semi awesome all at once. holla holla!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the only new additions to my character that i felt you needed updating on. the weather is getting colder and with it so am i.. that is because i have a cold. i've used this line quite often recently, but it depicts how i feel perfectly so ill repeat it.. "so sick so sick of being tired and oh so tired of being sick." its quite true, my lack of sleep probably isnt helping my immune system to repair my body. i'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yall i hope all is well in your busy little lives, or lethargic large lives. you know which ever. enjoy what is handed to you and embrace who you are and take a deep breath because fall is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;"lets go on a living spree, they say the best things in life are free!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5452531666351196700?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5452531666351196700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5452531666351196700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5452531666351196700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5452531666351196700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/09/library-and-rap-stars.html' title='the library and rap stars.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-3651242553359445511</id><published>2010-09-27T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:27:06.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>this post will be more of a creative writing thing, but here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you become baffled at the differences between old and new homes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you forget how it feels to laugh your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;Do you love when you're reminded?&lt;br /&gt;Do you scream song lyrics because your singing voice is nothing of what it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Do you make mistakes you wish you could take back?&lt;br /&gt;Do you live for the little moments because otherwise life would be too overwhelming?&lt;br /&gt;Do you love night drives?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder how you could possibly show you care?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they would even understand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance like a crazy person with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could express your thoughts and feelings better?&lt;br /&gt;Do you long for frozen yogurt in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;Do you worry about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder where the days go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-3651242553359445511?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/3651242553359445511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=3651242553359445511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3651242553359445511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3651242553359445511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-6850311852306041486</id><published>2010-08-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:48:19.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>first and foremost i would like to present the idea of changing both the title of my blog and my posts. i feel it is getting a bit old having "life. new and improved." as the constant title, and if i may, a bit annoying. i was thinking of titling my blog simply "life as leah rose knows it." or something of the sort, for that way i can have a different title for each post. i'll have to mull it over, any feedback would be greatly appreciated. thank you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for the topic at hand.. you may quote me, for i will stand by what i say in saying that there are few things better than read a lovely book at the beach with your family. go ahead! i dare you! quote me on that, for i doubt i've said anything worth more truth than that. it is quite sad though when you finish that delightful book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i will provide two tell tale signs of a good book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. you smile to yourself while reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. you are sad when it ends, either because it was a sad ending, but most importantly because you dont want it to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. now should you question whether or not your book is actually good, you can take the advice of a nobody who just happens to be an avid book reader. however, the best advice i could give you is that if you are questioning whether it is a good book or not, it probably isn't. as with love, you'll just know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sorry to cut this short, but it is nearing dinner time in the fabulous Laguna and too much time spent on the computer is often frowned upon.. if not by myself than by all around, so i must sign out. have a good one dear friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we'd waste our weeks beneath the sun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-6850311852306041486?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/6850311852306041486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=6850311852306041486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6850311852306041486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6850311852306041486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5572039259042962124</id><published>2010-07-10T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:57:17.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TDkCAnRIWYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RGqp7i4XBIw/s1600/rain+clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492423430119119234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TDkCAnRIWYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RGqp7i4XBIw/s320/rain+clouds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt this pictured respresented this post just perfectly. once finished reading i supose you can determine whether it is in fact perfect or not.&lt;br /&gt;So recently the vegas skies have been promising rain, however, we have yet to see any, and i even smelt a little earlier, but it could have just been someone watering their grass or something. nevertheless rain is what i am in desperate need of. I'm drying out my dear friends. An odd statement i know, but in the great scheme of things odd statements are usually the most interesting. Also i'll have you know that it is currently 106 and sunny out according to my weather detector on my computer. oh how i crave to see tiny little royal blue drops of water in the lower right corner of my screen indicating none other than rain. Dont get me wrong, i love the sun, but sometimes a girl just needs some moisture.&lt;br /&gt;On to my next topic of conversation.. travel. It seems everyone around me is or this summer has participated in quite the amount of travel, of which i have not been a part. I'm not trying to complain about my lack of travel, just to simply admire the various exciting places people around me have been encountering. I'm starting to hop on the band wagon of those who believe travel is an incredibly necessary thing in life. I feel so uncultured as of now. well perhaps uncultured isnt the right word because i of course have my own culture, but i'd like to see other peoples cultures and such. I miss the adventures life used to take me on and by life i really mean my parents because i'm still a child obviously. but those were the days. I could use a road trip right about now with an endless summer playlist filled with touching sounds that never get old. my deepest of apologies i went on a dream ramble just now.&lt;br /&gt;That is currently my life right now. Friends never get too caught up in the now and forget what you truly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5572039259042962124?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5572039259042962124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5572039259042962124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5572039259042962124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5572039259042962124'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TDP8XRacWWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ms7Dy8cS7Oo/s1600/light+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491009847436269922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TDP8XRacWWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ms7Dy8cS7Oo/s320/light+sky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"its just my patience that keeps me alive. just like all those pretty lights in the sky."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a new found musical love. his name is andrew belle and his songs are just lovely. that line is simply perfect for my current state. patience is what i must have and let me tell ya its rather difficult in a long term sense, but im holding in there. i hope you're holding in there as well. patience is afterall a virtue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well carry on my dear friends. i wish i had more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-3184925030262293996?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/3184925030262293996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=3184925030262293996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3184925030262293996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3184925030262293996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/TDP8XRacWWI/AAAAAAAAABs/ms7Dy8cS7Oo/s72-c/light+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-6485701682663230007</id><published>2010-06-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:45:10.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>literally soo many touching things have been happening around me recently whether it be books, songs, tv shows, movies, other peoples lives. its quite heart wrenching. so i go on a night drive to listen to lovely music and enjoy the night air. right before i leave my sister feels it necessary to let me know its stupid and a waste of gas. well obviously! but i feel were all entitled to a little stupidity and the wasting of gas. well maybe not now seeing as how there has been plenty of stupidity amoungst others wasting ALOT of oil. all i have to say for that issue is.. next time leave a little stupidity and wasting of gas/oil for the rest of us. it would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must get to bed soon though because i plan on waking up early and going running. gotta make up for my lack of running today and eating mass amounts of food. plus its always easiest when i havent eaten in a while. i love running man. and i must wake up early because i wouldnt want to make bobo wait too long to start watching grey's!! our new fave show. except sometimes the characters actions make me want to punch them in the face soo bad and not in a good way. not in a way that makes me want to see what happens next, one in which i want to stop watching, but i continue anyway. afterall one of my mottos used to be, "never give up, never surrender." classic right? agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time. may all your dreams never surpass reality because it is when your reality surpasses your dreams that life is good. generally speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;"we'll take these feelings with us to our graves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-6485701682663230007?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/6485701682663230007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=6485701682663230007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this post from elsewhere, but the content is entirely my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its that i hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its the feeling im doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its that i think doing things wrong is such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its that i feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its that i can never think of things i hate when i feel too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its how i can be myself around my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its how no one quite understands my family like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its meaningful, heart wrenching, touching music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its driving at night while listening to that music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its how anything can make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i hate its distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i love its nearness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-267669137225980755?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/267669137225980755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=267669137225980755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/267669137225980755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/S_1-EG7b0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/qxt3rifAwGQ/s1600/endless+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/S_1-EG7b0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/qxt3rifAwGQ/s320/endless+summer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475671330996867186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've recently decided that my blogs are too long and wordy.. so heres to a lovely summer my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"if you left it up to me everyday would be a holiday from real."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. i'll probably continue the wordiness. not to worry.&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/901525976848664919-23899233857925761?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/23899233857925761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=23899233857925761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/23899233857925761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/23899233857925761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/S_1-EG7b0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/qxt3rifAwGQ/s72-c/endless+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-4298876731499297879</id><published>2010-04-19T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:03:06.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>this of course was a spontaneous blog right before bed so dont expect much lengthiness for you will be disappointed if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i honestly dont know how i would live without music. if it wasn't so unfun to just post a bunch of lyrics i would do that right now. the words speak to my heart.. perhaps my soul as well, but im not entirely sure how something speaks to your soul or how you can even tell if it is or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently listening to "meet me in montana" by marie osmond and dan seals. a classic if there ever was one. it sends two emotions.. one of immense happiness for the reminiscing it provides of days in montana with my family or on looonnngg road trips that i loved to death. but it also brings sadness because i cant be with those lovely crazy people that are my family. a double edged sword i suppose you could say.. although less harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one that is so incredibly touching i cant even explain it is "indiana" by jon mclaughlin. the music is calm and simple yet hits deep in your heart and his voice is simply lovely while singing lyrics that are cleverly written and appeal to your inner thoughts, or at least to my inner thoughts. i suppose i shouldn't speak for others. i have been listening to it on repeat quite often recently, i hope i dont kill the effect. i tend to do that. a few of my favorite lines are as follows..&lt;br /&gt;"i wonder how it feels to be famous, but wonder is as far as i will go. cause i'd probably lose myself in all the pictures and end up being someone i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;"the trick of love is to never let it find you, its easy to get over missing out."&lt;br /&gt;"im glad i never lived next to the water so i could never get used to the beach. and im glad i never grew up on a mountain to figure out how high the world could reach."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the weather is more than perfect tomorrow, but i wont get my hopes up because we already checked the forecast and well it did not predict perfection sadly enough. im tired of jeans and their constricting ways. i've been waiting for the dress and skirt weather however patience has not been my strong suit here. its really quite difficult to be patient when eagerness overcomes you, so dont hold it against me for being less than patient. im not perfect after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the week begins again. these last few weeks of school i will look for the glory in each day because there is little time left and i have been neglecting these last days so far. even should difficulties arise i will continue on with a smile upon my face and warmth inside my heart.. or at least try to. should be great if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off to bed to dream the dreams of winners... or something like that. for reasons i will spare you, this has been in my head recently so i just thought i'd put it out there. take it or leave it. do as you wish. try and remember that there are certain things you dont know about people, so dont make assumptions and give people the benefit of the doubt because you can never really be sure. well all, follow your hearts and if you haven't yet figured out how to decifer whats in your heart then let your feet guide you.. how to let your feet guide you, well that you'll have to figure out yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we got older, but we're still young. we never grew out of this feeling we won't give up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-4298876731499297879?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/4298876731499297879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=4298876731499297879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/4298876731499297879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/4298876731499297879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-new-and-improved_19.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5161524673005589989</id><published>2010-04-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:28:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>"my heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry. whichever you prefer."&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had someone to say that to. heartbreaking right? i'd like to agree with you and i do. simple as that. its too bad im a romantic. its really quite frustrating when your love life is in shambles. however, not to worry, there are always movies and books to make your heart full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as this semester comes to an end i have contradicting feelings of joy and sadness. i simply cannot wait to live with bobo and amy and the rest of the fam again. oh how i love those peeps. and do not forget a bathroom of my own and food that was not prepared for you and probably a little healthier. i'll get to live within 5 miles of my best friends again whom i've been missing more than anything. and the sun will shine more than not once again. how i cant wait for my skin to no longer be white. i'd love that tan back. but im sure you were wondering where the sadness comes in.. well here we go. i'll miss tana, my roomie, soo much. she is my new best friend and i love her to death. i dont know what ill do without her laying 2 feet away from me helping each other through our various issues an pity parties and celebrating together during our various accomplishments and just lovely moments. i'll also miss my other friends here and the environment. it really is quite lovely. i'll definitely miss opening the window. now that is one thing vegas does not permit. oh the twists and turns of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to take a break to make my pity party hat. now that im fully equipt with my hat i can continue. tana has really been helping me out with me stopping picking my fingers. it started out with her telling me she'd give me 5 dollars if i didn't pick for a week. and ever since then i've been doing fairly well if i should be so bold. all i needed was initiative i think. and now i have cuticle cream to help out. its perf.. tana isn't really giving me 5 dollars, but i never really needed it. just the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lent has changed my eating habits. which of course is a good thing! i rarely have if ever have dessert at dinner anymore and i rarely drink soda anymore. i am becoming healthier by the second. should be great. perhaps my arteries will become unclogged. well i can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather is finally getting nice again! i dont think you have any idea how exciting that is for me. i just want to lay out on the grass like a typical college student and read and tan. sounds lovely right?! i totally agree. it makes me happy just thinking about it! it reminds me of the line in Valentine's Day, "she's like sunshine, everythings better when she's around." sunshine really is that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i stepped back into the 80's. back? like i was previously there or something? only in my dreams. but back on topic.. tana is teasing my hair to the point of 80's style. however i am thankful she isn't using gel spray or hair spray for that matter. i also watched pretty in pink today (LOVE IT &amp;amp;&amp;amp; DUCKIE!) and bought sixteen candles. and to finish it off im currently listening to maps, the song that made our band on rock band famous. now all i need is a neon spandex outfit and some waayy too obnoxious makeup. and maybe some cheetah print. cheetah print never hurt anyone! except for maybe PETA representatives and even that was only emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lax has begun and im pretty excited about it. not gunna lie. the girls are actually pretty cool. and the game is great of course. something lovely to look forward to. delightful. lets not forget our coach who is simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im terribly sorry for the lameness of this blog. i'll try and work on my entertainment for the coming blogs. may your heart always be full and your life always alive for without the two things life may seem weary, but its simply because you cannot see clearly what you have in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we can understand the sentiments you're saying to us, oh but sensible selves could you kindly shut up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5161524673005589989?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5161524673005589989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5161524673005589989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5161524673005589989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5161524673005589989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5221119699402247484</id><published>2010-03-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:04:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>so here i sit in provo, utah typing on my dear friend (real)'s computer.. jleav's of course.. while she is off practicing her violin. so touching. yarm lies in her bed brushing up on new york times most popular articles. their lives are so advanced. i love it. if you couldnt tell yet i am indeed visiting them at their humble abode, as lev puts it, at byu. we have had a great time so far let me tell ya. driving the long but lovely drive, watching movies, me reading my newest novel ender's game while they study, sharing the bed with yarn, waking up to quite the eventful day of food, art, napping, running, more eating, and gossip girl. delightful right? i like to think so. and then we are surprised by their sort of roomie kelsey with sonic ice! could this trip get any better? probably not. i mean honestly. and its only the first day. oh how lovely life is sometimes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the air here smells so incredibly delightful. i dont know why it smells so good here and not in vegas or flagstaff. well i know why it doesnt in vegas, i mean thats sort of a given, but flagstaff? like that town is tiny and in the mountains. see im not the only one baffled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lev just reminded the world that "practice makes perfect" and i'd like to think that she is entirely right. i mean from all of my extensive experience, which amounts to almost nothing, practice has proved to make perfect.. or something of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its weird coming here and seeing all these new people, but also very cool. its kind of a comfort to know that if i see them again it probably wont be for a long time meaning of course that being myself shouldnt be an issue. some may look at it in a different way like you have to make a good first impression or something of that sort, but i was never really good with first impressions anyway so no worries. thats funny because even though i suck at first impressions i always take first impressions into consideration very much. its kind of unfortunate and i usually feel bad for it, but its hard to change those subconscious ways of yours. i mean those of you who have tried know exactly what i mean, those of you who haven't just take my word for it. unless of course you dont want to, then carry on as you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when life beckons, you must go.. my advice for yarn tonight because it is true. should life ever beckon and you dont go, well that would just be tragic in the sense that you'll probably be missing out on something that is of great importance in the long run because life doesn't beckon often. so when it does i hope you will take advantage of it. you'll miss it when its gone.. the beckoning of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've gotten the sensation a lot recently to do little things that are out of the question at the moment like eating certain foods or watching certain movies. its slightly disheartening, but im always able to overcome it quite simply with little or no dissatisfaction. a good thing i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well all, the night is coming to an end yet the stars still shine bright in the sky. as its usually meant to be. unless of course you have the sleeping patterns of yarm, but she handles that well. i hope all is well in your worlds, may paradise be in your backyard whenever you wish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5221119699402247484?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5221119699402247484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5221119699402247484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5221119699402247484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5221119699402247484'/><link rel='alternate' 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its true. really its pretty fun how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the snow. oh how to describe it. miserable? hm... deathly?.. well you get the picture. and this is one good example for why i believe in karma. yesterday i made my status on facebook "leah saycich is soo ready for some 70 degree weather." rookie mistake because everyone, i repeat EVERYONE, knows the universe has a facebook as well and when its feeling particularily cunning it will do just the opposite of what you want. so now im still ready for that 70 degree weather, but i wont be letting the universe know anytime soon. my toes are still defrosting. congrats universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in english we started watching bowling for columbine. i wish she would have let me know how terrible it is. i mean i wouldn't have stayed home or anything but i would at least have been able to prepare myself for the massive slaughter of people all over the world. i feel taken advantage of. ok not really, its not that drastic of a feeling. it was upseting though, like i was doing something wrong just by watching. i dont know what im going to do on thursday when we have to watch the rest. i just hope we dont have to watch people getting shot from 3 feet away anymore or listen to the screaming cries of people very near death. it kills me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, im nearly out of juice. sad. i would go run down to the store, but did i mention before theres a blizzard outside? oh right i did. so thats a misfortune. and if the snow doesn't get you, the wind surely will. so instead i might just peel an orange. as if the blog world honestly cares what im eating/drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before english i watched becoming jane. oh how i love that movie. it is simply devine, actually heart wrenching. thats a better word for it. i started reading the book under the impression it was like the movie, however, i was sadly mistaken. it was just the actual history of jane austen's life. upsetting, but the movie still has a place in my heart. matter of fact it gave me back my heart and had i not watched bowling for columbine i would still have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the saycich family has been increased. amy and scotty dont are engaged. oh how touching! they shall make some beautiful "green" babies. i'm thrilled. although those brides maids jobs are very advanced for an 18 and 16 year old.. well by that time a 19 and 17 year old. but still. we will make due though. not to worry amy! i refuse to let the universe be against you like it was me! i am also real excited for the colors, the dresses, the food, the cake, the dancing, the chaos, and the fireworks. it will be the best party the saycich's have thrown, and we have thrown some pretty sick parties. let me tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i would like to close on that delightful mood of a mariage in the future. a union of growth and eternal love. im amped. but now i will go watch tv with one normal ear and one that echos certain frequencies due to an ear ache last night. good day to all. i hope the sun shines on your hearts with warmth that will last throughout the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im the blood in your veins, im the cold when it rains, im your heart when it breaks, time no it aint on our side, im the truth to your lie, and im your tear when you cry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-2878833869455717668?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/2878833869455717668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=2878833869455717668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2878833869455717668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/2878833869455717668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5508397365833244458</id><published>2010-02-02T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:48:40.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>I wrote this in my new notebook yarn got me. i love that notebook. i love all the notebooks she gets me. they are lovely in every way and shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things of any interest at all happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking to english i walked part the kappa sig table and they yelled to me "support Haiti!" and i started to laugh due to their immense lack of enthusiasm. However, i think one of the boys got offendedand thought i was laughing at the effort. I got to english 10 mins early and felt so incredibly guilty about my lack of a donation that i pretended to walk to the bathroom in order to walk past the kappa sig table. i said, "i'll donate," and they got all happy and said, "at least someone cares!" it was touching. they were so thankful and as i was leaving i believe the boy i laughed at hit on me. classic. i hope they dont use the donated money for beer. not that $3 could buy much of anything, but i only had $6 dollars and i already made the mistake of giving all my money away once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing was when i asked this kid in my math class how he did on the test and his response was, "i didn't even know you were there until someone sneezed," because i always say bless you. I felt that was a nice way to be remembered. Or perhaps sad that the only way i am noticed is when im blessing someone for sneezing. i haven't decided yet. when i sneeze no one says bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that one cowboy i used to know. always such a stranger he is. sometimes its as if we never met. and now i need to stop being so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though this is short i must go to sleep. or at least get ready to. for the world spins on. it seems an obvious statement, but sometimes we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're the coolest kids and we take what we can get."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5508397365833244458?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5508397365833244458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5508397365833244458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5508397365833244458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5508397365833244458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5429333732080979462</id><published>2010-01-11T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:11:44.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>"and then she moved out west out to austin to see why cowboys always live alone."&lt;br /&gt;simply touching. i am one big fan of them country boys. they're the best. i wear my texas necklace in support of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny what will inspire you sometimes. i have a hard time writing unless there is some sort of inspiration that sparks the ideas. the is i believe my curse in life. that and the inablility to make decisions. probably not a good thing, but oh well right. as andrew mcmahon so well put it, "you live the life you're given with the storms outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a nice day it is to start anew. i feel like i've been starting new very often lately. it always scares me at first, but the fear never sticks because in reality its really nothing to fear. you cant fight it either, that will only make things harder. trust me. starting new is quite often a good thing. its weird sometimes though. im not a big fan of the unknown, but the unnknown is only unknown for so long. then it simply becomes familiar territory and you are no longer the frightened animal scared of its surroundings. lame metaphor i know, but i cant help what pours out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my dear friends and family. there is no replacement for those fabulous people. however i do love me and yarns cleverly written text messages or me and jleav sending each other touching lyrics. it does make the distance seem like less and if not less than at least not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love how taylor swifts lyrics speak to me but sometimes i hate it too. but then again almost everything speaks to me. written things that is. being sick and unable to sing along with such lyrics that speak to me though is killing me. i would appreciate if my voice were to come back from its vacation. i am in great need of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all if ever you're feeling lonely remember to look to the stars because its not only i who can see the arizona stars from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5429333732080979462?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5429333732080979462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5429333732080979462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5429333732080979462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5429333732080979462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-6001065180910214086</id><published>2009-11-04T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:51:41.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so after reading various blog entries from various people including my dearest friend Jessica Jarman i became inspired and here i am spilling out my thoughts for the world to see, well for the few people who actually read this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say if life is good right now, well in the overall scheme of things i'd probably say it is because i have a sure knack of pushing the bad out of my head and focusing solely on the good. Now that i think about it though even with the bad, life is still quite lovely. i mean i met a boy who with all the words in the world i wouldn't be able to explain how i feel about him or even be able to explain him in general and the crazy part is that he likes me back. the universe has definitly smiled down on me, thats for sure. no i'll steal this description from the fabulous writer, Marisa De Los Santos, that the universe hasn't just smiled down on me, its thrown out one of those huge Julia Roberts laughs, the ones that make you laugh too even if you have no idea what shes laughing about. yes much more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting sick again. My throat has decided its going to burn hotter than 98 degrees. yes hotter than Nick Lachey when he had more packs than the entire green bay packers team put together. thats a joke of course, i was never one to think nick lachey was all that hot. but back to the main point, my throat is killing me. and my nose has gotten a little runny again. no fun! i was just getting better, i blame it on the cold weather even though its not that cold this week compared to the past. In addition to blaming it on the weather patterns i blame the girl in my pilates class who came to class sick as a dog. i never understood that phrase because dogs are quite well most of the time, but she was coughing all over the place and decided to say something along the lines of, "i guess i haven't gotten over the swine flu yet." i really wanted to be like excuse me WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!?! because who comes to class with swine flu? and to pilates for that matter. if you pass the easiest quiz in your life you're aloud 6 absenses. i was pissed. so im hoping thats not what i have. well desperatly praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of dogs.. i want one soo bad! all the upper classmen have dogs and walk around campus with them and i love them all! one girl takes her little baby golden lab out to play everyday and that puppy is the cutest thing in the whole world with its fat belly and little legs just running around. oh its just heart wrenching. however i must be patient, there is no way i could hide a cute little puppy in my dorm without anyone knowing. lets not be crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get a job over christmas break. i could use a little income of my own coming in however small it may be. i should probaby start applying now, that vegas is one big town contrary to popular belief. alot goes on past those strip limits. ironically enough the place i'm applying is in one of the malls on or near the strip. i refuse to mention where i will be applying because competition is hard enough as it is without my like 2 readers applying there as well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carolina AKA tana, tan-face, tan-face baby.. was under the impression that the stouffer's macaroni &amp;amp; cheese wasn't going to be good. crazy right. i knew it'd be good so i bought it and made it and we both feasted and i taught her a valuable lesson to trust certain frozen dinners, for some are beyond fabulous. there still however is a little left thank goodness. simply cannot wait to finish it. ew someone burnt popcorn down the hall. my mom would be thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my absolute favorite thing about flagstaff and nau in general are the stars. My goodness are there millions. i didn't know there were that many stars in the sky. i mean i grew up in vegas where on a good night you can see like 5. it's truly beautiful. i want to just lay in the grass one night with a bunch of blankets and just gaze, star gaze that is. My second favorite thing i think is my honors english class, not the work of course, but the people are just great. today while waiting for the projector to get working (incompitance at its best) we entered into a conversation about how little we like shakespeare. just the kids, not the teacher. the whole time i was thinking how glad i was mr. mast wasn't hearing this because he'd probably have a heart attack. those kids are just so knowledgable. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it seems i have run out of words. dearest readers i hope you haven't yet died due to a lack of life in my words. have a lovely night and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and now i know i cant be the only one, i bet theres hearts all over the world tonight, with the love of they life who feel what i feel when im with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-6001065180910214086?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/6001065180910214086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=6001065180910214086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6001065180910214086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/6001065180910214086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-so-after-reading-various-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-7667277299502755641</id><published>2009-10-09T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:31:01.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lately i have been immersing myself in hallelujah by jeff buckley. by immerse i of course mean listening to it with absolutely no distractions and taking it in for what it is and all that it is. its seriously so incredibly touching. i feel like im in a movie or tv show and they've drowned out a very intense scene. taken out all the natural sound and replaced it with this song and only this song. it makes your heart just ache as you listen to the beautifulness of each melody and each word. so touching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"i've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march, its a cold and its a broken hallelujah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish my thoughts came out more naturally organized. some people have such organized thoughts, like my dear friend jessica jarman. you read her blogs with her incredibly in depth descriptions and analyzations and never get lost because her words are so organized. her thoughts. i however am nowhere near as organized with my thoughts. they come out in jumbles and mismatched, my thoughts are in shambles just as myself. but i think thats what keeps the interest there, if there even is any at all. i dont have enough clever or interesting things to say organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been teaching tana (my roomie of course) how to punch and occasionally when things get too hard to handle we take it out on our pillows. we have punch seshes. call us crazy if you wish, but everyone has their own way. sometimes i'll go for a run but i've been slacking so much its getting hard. it does however take my mind off things because i tend to focus on the exhaustion. good or bad im not sure. i love it though. so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well this is the start of a new weekend, what does that entail im not quite sure. we will see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not a coffee girl just for the record, i was indeed born a tea girl and theres no point in trying to act otherwise. it's just the that the tea has such an essence of relaxation even if its breakfast tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss ballet. quite terribly i might add. occasionally i do ballet moves or see pictures and my heart just aches with longing to return to it. for it never left, i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j levingson i presume.. and I have become aristocrats in our old age with our ability to identify the great literature allusions in various modern tv shows such as gossip girl. yes we have become sophisticated young ladies out to conquer the world. wise and knowledgable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however tana's ipod is dying so i no longer have that lovely song playing through my ears to guide my thoughts to paper, or the computer i suppose. so i shall say lates to all, and dont fret for life is never as bad as we think it is sometimes, one must just keep faith. i tell you, never lose your faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-7667277299502755641?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-1795529964469841361</id><published>2009-09-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:25:01.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning and was tired as usual/expected, so yep you guessed it i fell back to sleep. and thought who needs an hour to get ready. 4o minutes will do. so i wake back up 25 minutes later, leaving me 35 minutes. i feel my hair and feel how soft it is so i dont want to straighten it. i decide you know i'll do what bobo always does and curl it with the straightner, it wont take long. sadly enough i forgot i suck at it and yes it took longer and looked like crap. but for some reason i really didnt care. its all in the confidence right? so i get to allie's room and recurl it with her curling iron. im in shambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went from having the window and drapes open at all times to window closed and drapes closed at all times. you couold say we're hermits because we remain in our room alot watching movies and tv shows together, but i decided to be a hermit you must be alone and since were together we are just two people who watch alot of movies and shows in a dark room and sleep all the time. isn't that what college is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so set on not liking to meet new people because new people never really get me you know, but i've realized that i just wasnt meeting the right people. i've met a couple of the right people and its really pretty cool and exciting! who would have thought there were people out there that were cool, nice, fun, and funny?! crazy i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for dinner. you gotta eat as much as possible there because otherwise you get back to your room and nope you have nothing to eat cause you already ate your hot tamales, you candy corn needs to be conserved, you had ramen yesterday, the easy mac made you sick, the chickadees taste nothing like goldfish, the dove quotes suck so theres no point in eating it, your chips are gone, theres too many peanuts in one package, you had cereal earlier with day old milk, fiber one bars are strictly for breakfast, and the oreos are almost gone. now i know what they meant by starving college students. also i decided i kind of want to like coffee. dont think it'll woork out for me, but i might try. i think i was born a tea girl though. i'll let you all know how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well blog world, i spend way too much time as it is on the computer so i shall catch you all later, on the fly side perhaps. i hope the sun shines brightly in all your hearts and your strength fails not. just remember after those 4 flights of stairs is a lovely bed calling for name, so keep up the climb. plus you'll have nice legs in the end. smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-1795529964469841361?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/1795529964469841361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=1795529964469841361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/1795529964469841361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/1795529964469841361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-new-and-improved_23.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-7143188392274988035</id><published>2009-09-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:43:38.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my roomie (tana) will be upset when she finds me blogging right now cause i should be taking a shower that way we can start our nightly oc watching quicker, but i felt the urge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"it was always the love songs everytime that made everybody feel something inside, with the fire down low, you held your girl real close. made you wanna love the one you were with, gave you the courage for that first kiss, it was the love songs, always the love songs." -touching is all i have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;college has been quite the experience so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-there are always soo many names and i always feel bad cause i forget them right after they were said. im just glad there isnt some test on peoples names. that is one test i would totally fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bonding with the roomie has been priceless! who would have known i would get a roomie so much like me and so much fun. im truly blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i love scoping out all the boys all the time and then making up nicknames for them to describe how i know them, where i've met them, or just something totally weird and random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i thought the 20 minute walk to class everyday would be dreadful, but its really not too bad. you know somethings just aren't that big of a deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- definitily got a "people actually live in vegas?" that was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- also got a "but what is there to even do in vegas if you aren't 21" that one annoyed me. what is there thats fun to do where you live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the various food places have been interesting. i've taken to eating cottage cheese. weird huh? also i need to run because i havent and pilates is all i have right now keeping me in shape from all this constant eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- love skyping. seriously so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- its cool being in an environment with everyone who is your age more or less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my humanities class would be nowhere near as cool if my good old friend bryn from middle school wasnt randomly in there! also a boy who looks identical to bret (brit as i like to say) from flight of the concords is in that class as well. its amazing! we've taken to poaching on him alot, hope he doesnt think were weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people love the words i say like poaching, shmeeg, and you know those weird words that few people say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people are so great here! of course theres always the weird kids and of course theres kids who just dont get you, but theres also really cool kids here. its great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- gotta love walking home from class and passing by 2 if not 3 tight ropes that the climbers tie from tree to tree and walk across. i'll do it one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- chai tea lattes and pumpkin loaf!! the best! even better when the guy working there tried to say they never ever sold pumpkin loaf. ya whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- facebook chatting my roomie when she's at the desk next to me cause we dont want to interrupt the silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sitting with the window open at all times, including in the mornings when crows fight outside our window and people cut the grass soo loud and even at night when people smoke and it comes up into our room and of course when boys get ready to go out at night and their cologne comes up into our room and yes even when its raining everyday, well sprinkling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- love my posters, they are so touching and cute. and tight, had to add the tight in for james dean and andy warhol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- love our oc arrangment of tana moving her chair between our beds and putting the printer box on top to elevate the computer. putting the computer on full screen and we've got ourselves a movie theatre.&lt;br /&gt;- missing everyone and everything is sad, but the fun i have here keeps my mind off it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is crazy and scary sometimes, but dont you worry it usually isnt as scary as you think it'll be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"just find the horizon i promise you its not as far as you'd think." important words of wisdom from my dear friend andrew mcmahon. yes he is my dear friend. as shown bellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380080316316646322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SqniivUf-7I/AAAAAAAAABA/mpUbDDg_hlQ/s200/andrew+mcmahon.jpg" /&gt;people surprise you sometimes. quite a bit, both for the bad and good. but im refering to the good. the great actually!&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/901525976848664919-7143188392274988035?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/7143188392274988035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=7143188392274988035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-3212345124531602618</id><published>2009-09-05T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:40:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>i sit here in my dorm room chillin. i understand its saturday night and 11:05 and im not out partying or whatever people do on these sort of nights. i'm just taking my dear friend andrew mcmahon's advice of "read your books, but stay out late some nights." i stay out late some nights. dont get too worried. once i turn 18 i'll take brand news advice, "i'm gunna stay 18 forever so we can stay like this forever, and we'll never miss a party cause we keep them going constantly." but till then i'll sit in my room with my dear friends tana, becs, and cj listening to various songs on the oc and laguna beach soundtracks. they are the greatest songs after all.&lt;br /&gt;i've realized by living somewhere totally different that its not so much the actual place you get attached to, but the people. obviously theres certain things about the place you get attached to, but its more about the poeple you are at these places with. if you were to go back to the place you used to live when all the people aren't there you would realize that its just not the same. the people make the place what it is. without them the place remains the same, but the connection doesn't because you dont get connected to places, you get connected to the people you are at these places with.&lt;br /&gt;its funny how when you leave home you never really leave because everything around you reminds you of things back home. cars, places, people, clothes, activities. you know. that can be both a good or a bad thing how you can never really escape it all. there really isn't any point in trying.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird to be from a place people talk about like its a whole other world and i guess in some ways it is a totally different world its just i never picture it that way. i picture it as home, as this normal place i spent my whole life until now. i never thought this would happen to me, but sometimes i get defensive of vegas when people talk badly of it and just assume its this terrible place. when i get defensive though i feel stupid because it really is a terrible place if you think about it hard enough, but nevertheless its home. choose your insults wisely out-of-towners. us vegas natives dont appreciate those assumptions you all tend to have.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't decided whether or not i wish i could say all that i've ever wanted to. it could potentially be a very bad thing because i think way too much for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;well goodbye for now everyone, the words just dont seem to flow as well tonight. call me ryan atwood if you wish, but i dont think its that serious.&lt;br /&gt;"so baby baby why you always look so sad, you got the whole world in the palm of your hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-3212345124531602618?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/3212345124531602618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=3212345124531602618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3212345124531602618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/3212345124531602618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-1140013574305487847</id><published>2009-08-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:41:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life. new and improved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello world i'm lays. dont say you've forgotten me. the girl with much too much to say all her living days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first and foremost i'd just like to say that i love that th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e main page is called your "dashboard" because this can only remind you of one thing, well can only remind me of one thing and thats dashboard confessional. the ever touching california band. and yes it is a band. just because chris carraba does nearly everything himself, theres still all those people behind him adding melodies to his lovely words. if he didn't think it was a band he'd have called it "the chris carraba", well actually i doubt he'd name it something that lame, but you get my point i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondly i seemed to have run out of time for all my necessary reading. its really unfortunate if you ask me. i'm still unsure as to what im going to do cause you can only read so much throughout your day you know. as its been said many times before, life waits for no one. except maybe Jesus, and since we all can't be Jesus we lace u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p our sneakers and put one foot in front of the other to do some much needed walking. where you might ask, well thats up to you to decide. in t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he mean time however, while i'm waiting for life to begin today i will take advantage of the time i've got and as jleav once said "book it like a library", in other words i will read as much and as fast as i possibly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMMtP4_gNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6sxtrgImml8/s200/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369149152254984402" /&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/901525976848664919-1140013574305487847?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/1140013574305487847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=1140013574305487847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/1140013574305487847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/1140013574305487847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-new-and-improved.html' title='life. new and improved.'/><author><name>Leah Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04057451120222377793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMH8G9cw-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qr0GsXYfQ_Y/S220/IMG_0429.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/SoMMtP4_gNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6sxtrgImml8/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-901525976848664919.post-5418804472788780156</id><published>2008-11-30T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:04:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>It's weird how time passes. not flies, but passes. because well jimmy went back to college today and we'll see him again in 18 days, and that sounds so near, but i know it'll be so far. he was only gone for 3 months but it felt way longer then that. id already started to forget moving him in and all and we hardly ever talk on the phone or anything. so it felt like he was never really at home at all, but then when he finally got home it was like he never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651703838127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RjQEE8MOnTY/STNTx0EuNhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RI6WKvDJ220/s200/bobo+jimmy+lays+bonfire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized, with various siblings being away at college and getting phone calls from them every now and then, i have very little to actually say to people. i talk so much, and i write all these journal entries and blogs and bulletins, but when it comes down to talking to your siblings you havent seen or talked to in forever i never have anything to say because all i ever talk about is nothingness. like right now im talking about the lack of things to talk about. i suppose i lack conversation skills. maybe i should work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i was reading my sisters friends blog and she was talking about to-do lists on real life things, not just like grocery lists. and i decided i should actually make one, because i always make lists in my head on what to improve on in life and what i should do or change, buti tend forget things really easily. so from now on ill write them down, and hopefully i wont lose that list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/901525976848664919-5418804472788780156?l=leahsaycich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahsaycich.blogspot.com/feeds/5418804472788780156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=901525976848664919&amp;postID=5418804472788780156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/901525976848664919/posts/default/5418804472788780156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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