There was too much intensity in my life last night. I  spent all evening on the couch with a dog and a book on my lap. Between 50 Shades . . . → Read More: Stuff]]> I wasn’t going to post today, but there’s a lot of random crap bouncing around in my head right now, and I need to get it out.

There was too much intensity in my life last night. I  spent all evening on the couch with a dog and a book on my lap. Between 50 Shades of Grey, and the Grey’s Anatomy finale, I was in quite the state when I went to bed. My dreams were messed up.

That book is actually bringing back a lot of really old, kind of messed up memories for me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m also not sure how I feel about the fact that I’m in love with Christian Grey.

Its finally the May long weekend, and that means its rodeo time. I freaking love the rodeo and look forward to it all year long. But at the same time, I freak out a little about who I might run into. My nerves are all over the place right now, so I’ll probably drink way too much. I’m ok with that.

Because it’s a long weekend, I’m hoping I’ll be able to get all my homework done with lots of time to spare. My Grandma said she’d teach me how to make spring rolls, and I really want do it this weekend. I’m super excited to make my own spring rolls. I’ve been craving them for weeks.

When I was talking Lexie for her walk yesterday, I heard some scuffling on someone’s front porch. I thought it was a dog, until it strolled down the stairs and realized it was a lady peacock (I know they’re called peahens, but that doesn’t sound as fun).

I will never get tired of these guys.

Taking a study break to read just one chapter of 50 Shades of Grey is a mistake. First of all, it’s not possible. Second, history texts . . . → Read More: Things I Learned This Weekend]]> Lexie came with me to work on Friday. She almost immediately abandoned me to hang out with my boss instead. My dog is a traitor.

Taking a study break to read just one chapter of 50 Shades of Grey is a mistake. First of all, it’s not possible. Second, history texts are even less interesting after reading that book.

Oh, and I will never be able to use the word “delicious” the same way again.

I need to remember I’m not 18 anymore. I can’t drink 5 glasses of wine and still expect to feel good the next morning.

I also need to remember not to drink too much at family functions. Just because the wine is free doesn’t mean I need to drink all of it.

Even with a 10am nap, all the late night reading, and excessive drinking really got me. I’m exhausted, and clearly way to old to be having all that fun. Next weekend, I’m not leaving my couch.

Soon, I will have to say goodbye to this yard, and try to find a new summer vacation . . . → Read More: Home]]> Yesterday, the moment I’ve been dreading since September finally came. My parents listed their house. They’re moving, and it’s a decision I’ve jokingly told them many times that I don’t support. Ok – mostly jokingly.

Soon, I will have to say goodbye to this yard, and try to find a new summer vacation spot.

But the thing is, as much as I love it, I don’t have an emotional attachment to this house. Even though I lived there for 8 years, it was never really “home” to me. For me, home has always been the house we lived in before this one. And even now, when I have a dream that involves being at home, that’s where I am.

Its the house we moved into when I was 7, and moved out of when I was 17. So many of my biggest moments happened in that house, and when my parents sold it, I was heartbroken.

It’s the place where I used to sit in my window at night and read. It’s where my dad built a playhouse in the back yard for my brother and I, complete with our own patio, cable tv, and Sega Genesis. It’s where I used to tie a rope from a tree in the yard to the sun deck and call myself a tightrope walker.

It’s where I grew up, and it was my home.

It’s where I felt the safest. Even when everything else was falling apart, when I was at home I felt like nothing could get me.

The park up the street was where I would swing on the swings, or ride my bike with my friends when I was little, and it was where we would hang out and just talk when we got older.

A lot of other things happened in that park too, but I don’t want to talk about them on the Internet.

(please excuse the finger in this picture, I took it while I was running)

That park came to mean as much to me as the house. The two of them kind of go hand in hand in my head. I can’t imagine one without the other.

I imagine I probably won’t feel the same way about another house until I have my own kids, and it’s entirely possible I’ll never feel the same way about another house.

Even ten years later, I still miss my home.

You’d think that would mean I spent my weekend doing something super fun, but in typical Leah fashion, I didn’t. I ran a little, picked up school supplies, and slept a lot.

On Saturday night, I did head over to my friend Kelly’s . . . → Read More: Back at It]]> Well, the new semester starts today. My break is officially over.

You’d think that would mean I spent my weekend doing something super fun, but in typical Leah fashion, I didn’t. I ran a little, picked up school supplies, and slept a lot.

On Saturday night, I did head over to my friend Kelly’s house to watch a movie. We chose What’s Your Number, and both agreed it was way better than we expected.

I don’t know if we were both just in the right mood, but it was hilarious, and just inappropriate enough to be awesome.

Then on Sunday I took a little break from doing laundry and running errands to go to my cousin’s baby shower. I didn’t wash my hair, but I did get myself dressed, so I consider that a success.

After the shower I had some time to make up for, and spent pretty much the entire rest of the evening prepping my meals for the week. I only had a short time off of school, but I really enjoyed not having to get a weeks worth of food ready every weekend. But I’m back at it now, and at least I won’t be bored anymore.

Funny how last week I was complaining that I was bored, and now just knowing I have school tonight makes me want to take a nap.

Yesterday I spent almost $300 on my books, . . . → Read More: Excess Spending]]> I know it makes zero sense, but this week is seriously dragging. I finally have some time off from school, and I feel like I haven’t been able to enjoy it. It’s pretty much been all about catching up, and preparing for the new semester.

Yesterday I spent almost $300 on my books, and only got half of them. One isn’t in yet, and there are 5 for my English class (wtf is that about?) that I need to drive to that campus to get, and it’s far away. I don’t know how to get there either, so that should be fun.

Speaking of spending money, my new purse arrived yesterday. I don’t know if it’s because I’m just that cheap, but I can’t decide if I’m going to keep it. I like it and all, but I’m just not sure anymore.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, but I just feel like I might want something else instead. I’m not good with decisions.

After getting all confused over my feelings for my purse, I took Lexie out for a power walk so I wouldn’t miss Grey’s Anatomy.

If you watch Grey’s, you’re probably wondering what I’m talking about because last night was Wednesday. I realized that when I got home. All day long I thought it was Thursday, and was so excited for a night of tv and wine. I spent a good five minutes searching the listings before I realized. It was so disappointing.

At least today I’m certain it’s Thursday, so the tv and wine thing is going to happen. I should probably remember to pick up some more wine later – I may have drank it all.

I’ve taken the dog for long walks, and worked out without worrying about the time.

I’ve spent my nights on the couch doing nothing but drinking wine and eating chocolate. . . . → Read More: Free Time]]> Since I’m on break from school until May 7, I’ve been really trying to make the most of my free time.

I’ve taken the dog for long walks, and worked out without worrying about the time.

I’ve spent my nights on the couch doing nothing but drinking wine and eating chocolate.

It’s been pretty great.

Last night I decided to really fill my time, and run down from my house to my parents house to pick up Lexie. I ran somewhere between 6 and 7 kms, and I felt better than I have for a long time. My runs have felt really forced and awful lately, so this was exactly what I needed.

When I got to my parents house, I realized I didn’t have a jacket to wear on the walk home. I usually keep one there for just this situation, but it was in my car, at my house. Not much help. My mom didn’t have anything I could borrow (because everything she has that fits me was also in my car), so I wound up having to borrow a jacket from my brother. A jacket he probably hasnt worn for nearly a decade. I got to spend 50 minutes walking home looking like this.

Its way too big, I mean, my brother is nearly a foot taller than me. So I felt like a fool that was trying to be a 90s gangster. I guess that’s what I get for not returning the things I borrow eh?

By the time I got home with the dog, and made dinner it was practically bedtime, so once again I spent the rest of the evening on my couch with a bottle of wine.

And tonight I have plans to go to the bar. This whole not studying thing is awesome.