My Life as a Bum

We tried to make a barrier to block the water so we didn't have to move from our spot. It didn't work. Our barrier failed. :(

While waiting for the sun to rise, I noticed a Corona sitting on the table so I took a picture, thinking it would be like those commercials of people drinking Coronas on the beach. Semi nailed it! 

Sunrise. One item off the bucket list has been checked off.

So, that's my life as a beach bum. At least for the weekends. I could get used to it. After two weekends of it, I think I'm used to it. :)

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I found a typo in the title of one of my blog posts.
That is pretty much my biggest pet peeve in any publication, and yet it happened to me.

I am so embarrassed.
And ashamed.
:(


No one caught it though, because there are no readers, (that I know of) but still. It still happened, and that makes me sad.
I forgot the 'r' to the word your, therefore making me look incapable of forming coherent sentences.
Sure, it's not the worst thing ever. Seriously though, I need to step up my game if I want to become an editor and a writer. It'd be bad if I let stupid errors like that slip through.

I can't think of any allegorical funny story to add here, so I'm going to go to bed now. The lack of sleep has zapped all my comedic qualities away.
Just thought I'd blog about an inconsequential nothing since I haven't blogged about any inconsequential nothings in a while.

Friendship is magic!

P.S. I love how when my brain is barely functioning, it comes up with a word like INCONSEQUENTIAL.
That is a really super neat word. Inconsequential.

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1.

of little or no importance; insignificant; trivial.

2.

inconsequent; illogical.

3.

irrelevant.

I have decided to become a bum.

Beach bum, that is. The only thing that really sucks about the beach is the beach hair. People think it's awesome, and it certainly does look great. However, it hurts like hell when you comb that sucker out. I cried a little. :(
I bet it would be fun to live across from the beach. Aside from the ominous storms and such looming about in the gulf, I'd have a grand time.

That is a beach sunset. I have yet to see a sunrise. That's still on the bucket list.

On a different but similar note:
As much as I dislike country music, and I hate to admit this, it is becoming more bearable to listen to. I no longer cringe when I hear a twangy voice. It is nice to have a variety of other songs to associate with a point of time in life other than those annoying pop songs that go something like, "Shawtayy, mmm, yeahhh," and such. So I'll give country music that much.

It's been a lovely weekend.
How's yours going?
;)

As always,
Friendships is magic.

A note about creepers.

Hello, dearies.
Is that too creepy?
Is it okay if I call you deary?
I love to be creepy while writing sometimes. And also while online. You just don't know it. Cause I do the creep from profile to profile. I sure hope there is never a way to view how many times someone has been on a person's page. That would be disastrous. But then again, I'm not the only creep out there. A lot of people would be equally embarrassed.
Openly creepy people bother me. I'd rather be oblivious to your creeping ways than see you all the time in public, conveniently wherever I happen to be. Maybe not. I just wish creepers like that weren't on this planet. When I was in school, there was always one guy like that. He would literally sneak up behind me and pick me up. I kicked him where it hurts on accident one time. Or maybe it was subconsciously on purpose. Anyway, he never did that again.
In case you ever find yourself in a position where you're being creeped on, aka being the creepee, you should always make a beeping noise to alert nearby friends to come to your rescue. It has always worked for me.
Beep beep beep beeeeeep beeeeeeeeeep. Longer beeps if it becomes urgently unbearable.

o.O <-- creep face.
Friendship is magic.

Please, inform me of your professed love via internet.

Love is not posting on Facebook for the world to see, on your "significant other's" wall, that you love them, etc. etc. It sure does seem like that's what 95% of the population believes, however. It's a bit sad. Your love isn't going to last if that's what you think counts as sweet.
NOBODY CARES.
You're kidding yourself if you think I want to see that YOU LOVE YOUR BABBBYYYY, HE'S THE BEST, SHE'S THE BEST GF EVERRRR, THANKS FOR CHANGING THE CHANNEL DARLING, I'M SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU BUT I'M GOING TO LET THE WORLD KNOW OF OUR UNDYING LOVE.

...

Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. But I think that's what people do when they post those lovey dovey things. It's like they're screaming for attention. Everyone must know, or they will wither. Shrivel up and die from lack of I don't even know what anymore. I'm going to pull this post to a screeching halt before someone starts crying or something.

I Want It That Way

Hi guys.
It's been a few days. I have no new updates, but I do have a link to a very awesome cover of a Backstreet Boys song. Before you bash it, hold on a second. Just watch. Boyce Avenue is a lovely band, and this guy has a beautiful voice. He could serenade me allllll day looooong and I'd never get tired of him.

Cute old man, Aussies, etc.

Hello, fellow bloggers.
Nothing of interest has happened to me as of late. The only thing mildly interesting that happened was.... I watched a movie made in 2001 with Ryan Reynolds in it. I don't think he has aged at all. Good for him. He's going to be a cute old man. That wasn't creepy at all.
Liam Hemsworth is engaged to Miley Cyrus. Meh. But Chris Hemsworth still has hope. Which is fantastic. He was my favorite brother anyway. I think it mostly has to do with his luscious locks. (Of hair.)  And he did win out on the Thor part. Poor Liam. All he got was Gabe in Hunger Games. But they're Australian, so they're both cool in my book. Yay, kangaroos. <-- Not completely unrelated, seeing as kangaroos are in Australia, but pretty random. Oh well.
I'm going to bed now.
Night peeps.
Friendship is magic.

Oldies but goodies

I don't know if I'm going to have any time to blog about something pointless today, so I'm going to do that copy and paste thing. Here's an old review I did on a horrible book that I didn't actually read.

Rainbows, by Katherine Stone -- My review.

This is quite possibly the worst book I've ever had the misfortune to set eyes on. (The irony of that statement proceeds this sentence.)  I even took it upon myself to go back through each chapter and highlight every mention of "eyes" in the entire book. I began this process over five years ago, but I just picked it back up a few days ago and realized why I never finished. Because the book was so unbearable. Anyway, I have the number of mentions for eyes in the whole book now. About 472 times. Just when I was starting to wonder if she did this in other novels, I found the preview of "Promises." The answer to that is a resounding yes. She managed to talk about eyes 27 times. She both directly stated the word and implied it frequently. It is safe to say that the "eyes" have it in her books. I never realized how much eyes could talk to each other, or how much they talk to other body parts. Or that people smile at other's eyes and not at each other. How Stone manages to remember the color of each of them is beyond me. That is a feat in itself.
I wonder if any of the other reviewers even read the book? Or maybe I just have really high expectations. Which is true, I do. But I also think that any middle school student could write a better story, and I'd probably find their writing styles a lot more enjoyable to read.
In conclusion, this book makes me want to gauge my EYES out.


If the author of that book ever reads this, I think you should personally pay everyone back that actually read this book. One dollar for every eye mentioned. $472. Pay up.

No judging, no favorites, and no solution

Before there is any confusion as to how weird I am, yes, I did in fact follow my own blog. So the answer to your question is: this girl is pretty darn weird.
Don't judge me.

Here are the reasons why I followed myself:
1. So I can say I'm following myself.
2. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a follower.
3. So no one will be jealous of the first person to ever follow this blog. There will be no favorites here. No sir. Unless you count me. I'm my own favorite. I am pretty awesome.

That post I posted two days ago, about having one place to write and all that jazz, well, I think I found a solution. I'm back, bloggers. I just posted links on the right side of the page under 'My Obsessions' to all the other places I frequent. So technically I didn't actually come up with a solution to all the different places I post to. I just found a way to gather them in one spot. This spot. Blogspot. (Short note: I like doing short sentences. They get my points across faster. Much faster.)

Anyway, it is now a new day. I should be heading to bed so I can get my 12 hours of sleep in.

Remember:
Friendship is magic!

Signing off, friendship is magic.

With every end to a blog I ever do in my entire life, I'm going to end it with, "Friendship is magic," and then sign my name. I don't know why. I literally just had this thought, and I figured I'd write about it. The phrase just makes me happy. So it has to make other people happy.
My Little Pony just makes me happy. There. I said it. So, any possible readers I may have, (and I know that's little to none) now you know who you're dealing with. An almost legal drinking age adult who loves to watch My Little Pony. So beware. You can continue reading, or stop now.
I wouldn't let this put a riff between us, though. I'm pretty open minded about any stupid things you might like. I  also like stupid things. Everyone likes stupid things. We're even.
Anyway, no hard feelings. Just putting the truth out there. I love you, nonexistent readers. Maybe one day people will read what I have to say. Since I want to be a journalist and all. And maybe I'll have more interesting things to say. I sure hope so, or I'm going no where in life.
That about wraps up this post.

Friendship is magic.
--Leah

Give me less options.

I used to think I would be a good vlogger on youtube, talking in videos about whatever it was I felt like talking about that week. What was wrong with me? I don’t like talking in front of people, much less putting up videos that even show a glimpse of me. I don’t really crave that much attention being drawn to myself. I’m awkward in person. Then I thought I could be a pretty good blogger, but it turns out I can’t keep up with them. I’ll be all, “I’m going to do a blog post today!” Then I remember I have about 2345215 different places I’m registered with on the interwebs that I could blog from, so I try to write to each so none of them will feel left out. It just doesn’t work out well. Then I remember I have a journal which I actually use a pen to write in. :O So I forget about blogging and start writing in my journal. THERE ARE TOO MANY PLACES TO WRITE THINGS DOWN IN MY LIFE. I JUST WANT ONE PLACE. I WANT LIFE TO BE SIMPLE. WHY IS LIFE SO HARD???

Woops. I think this just turned into a whole different problem entirely. So there it is. I don’t know what to do about my writing and my life. I find a similarity between my cluttered life and the clutter of all the social networking craze online. They’re both confusing, and something needs to be done about it.

So. Social networks: twitter, facebook, tumblr, blogs, vlogs, youtube… any other form of online networking I missed… or just plain old pen and paper. Which is your favorite method of expressing yourself?

 I can’t decide. There are too many options. I want less options.