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Name: Leah
Birthday: 6/28/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Sleeping, working out, fine dining, worthwhile conversations, bowling, basketball, rock climbing, snowboarding, boogie boarding, baseball, meaningful music, going to rock concerts, learning and trying new things, and meeting great people. I am a big fan of surreal art and realistic or abstract photography. I love Michael Godard's art, I think he is sooo talented. I have to admit that I am a hopeless romantic that with a hard shell. If you can penetrate my shell, I will be yours forever.
Expertise: Making other people's lives better than mine.
Occupation: Full-time student and part-tim
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  ang3licdreamer
Member Since:
10/27/2003
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| I AM OBSESSED WITH THE OFFICE!!! I JUST BOUGHT THE GIFT BOX OF SEASON 1 AND 2 TODAY.
I've been having such a shitty past two days that well, I needed some
time to unwind and just enjoy myself. Today is officially the last day
for summer school and I am so freaking happy. No more drawing class
that takes up so much of my time and no more learning about how I'm too
lazy to save the environment.
My summer finally started!
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| So glad for this labor day weekend. Too bad I'm bored off my ass. I
never realized how much I'm used to going out that not going out at all
for 2 days straight is so new to me. I watched Crank on friday opening
night. That movie kicks sooo much ass. I haven't laughed that hard in a
long time. I'm definitely going to buy it when it comes out on dvd.
Oh yeah... I thought this post on Best of Craig's list was hilarious. Check it out
My Son Is A Moron... He Did Not Come From My Loins...
Date: 2006-07-20, 1:39PM PDT
You do everything you can for your kids. God knows I've tried. But it seems like God enjoys a good joke, now and then.
I was raised in a strict household. My parents bore offspring from the
early-50's to the mid-60's. I was around the middle of this brood. With
nine mouths to feed, we did not have a lot of extras. We worked for
simple things, like bicycles.
Nothing wrong with that. It's what we knew. And we were given a
great foundation, on which we could create a life for ourselves. As I
said, my parents were strict - which made me not wish to be such with
my kids.
Ah, my kids... I'm in my forties, and the wife is a bit younger. I
make a fine income, and try not to sweat anything. I get up... have
coffee... look out at the ocean... read the paper... move onto my
business.
I appreciate not having a house full of screaming kids in the
morning (something that was impossible when I grew up). All I ask of my
kids is to; a) be respectful of everyone, b) be honest c) get good
grades, d) clean their rooms.
I do not ask for much, nor do I demand much. However... that is
going to change tonight. Events that occurred this morning will bring
about change like these kids have never known. The wife has kept me in
the dark about some things as well.
It's my fault. I accept it. But I can reverse this downward trend -
now. My generation (baby-boomers) has found that it is easier to go
around a wall, than climb over over it - or knock it down. I'm as
guilty as anyone.
My guilt turned into rage this morning. My son (and my wife)
convinced me that he NEEDED a car (he's seventeen). I was not keen on a
kid driving, that has trouble standing a surfboard, or walking down the
stairs without tripping.
But I relented (again, why fight it). With some stipulations, we
aquired a car for this child. The rules were put in place, and he
proclaimed we were the greatest parents in the worls. Uh huh... It's
12:00pm, and he has yet to get out of bed. His mother has been
instructed to tell my prodigy that he is GROUNDED. We have never done
this, but we are today. And I mean GROUNDED in his room!
Not out by the pool. Not in the gameroom. His cluttered abode is
where he better be when I get home tonight. And I'm going to be
stopping for a drink, first. I deserve a drink after this morning. Let
me tell you about my day.
I go out to my car in the driveway (I have a three-car garage - and
"hers" is the only one that fits inside). My insanely over-priced piece
of shit refuses to start today (3rd time in 2 months - the car is
6-monthss old). Okay... I call 'AAA'; it will 45-60 minutes. No time to
wait. Okay... I'm going to take my kids' car.
I go in and retrieve the keys (everyone is till asleep @ 8am). I
leave a note telling him to call me. His car is down the street at a
friends house. Why? He claimed that our driveway was too crowded (and
the other kids might scratch it).
Okay... I find his car... set off the alarm... Shit! People, one word; LOJACK. Goddamn, I hate those alarms.
Anyways I get in the car, after noticing the REALLY nice rims &
tires on it. Hmmm, how did he pay for those? WHEN, did he get those? I
get in, and notice a new STEERING WHEEL... without the AIRBAG - that I
demanded he have. Oh, this car is totally bitchin' dude! It gets
better...
I start it up... A huge racket comes from the exhaust (not stock
anymore!)... And the stereo starts screaming out profanities! The
backseat is now occupied by a huge box with speakers in it... and
fast-food trash... and 'ziz-zag' papers... and empty 'trojan' wrappers
(a chip off the 'ole block).
To say the least I am pissed. I proceed to drive this rattling,
screaming (I tear the faceplate off - finally), piece of doo-doo down
the road. I swear, I think I awakened everyone in the neighborhood. I
head out onto PCH, and drive less than a mile... when MB's finest pulls
me over...
WTF? I know I wasn't speeding. The officer comes up to the car, and
asks for my license and insurance card... I hand over the license, and
tell him I'm not sure where the insurance card is - 'it's my son's
car'... "look in the glovebox" (he is - actually - smiling now)...
I open the glovebox... and a small BONG falls out... I look at
him... he looks at me... This is not happening! Oh, but it is. The
first thing I say is 'it's not mine!'... "um, sir, could you step out
of the car, please"...
I get out, and we step onto the sidewalk. He tells me he stopped me
for having an illegal exhaust (no shit - it sounds like two-dozen
weedwhackers coming down the street). He also informs me that there are
plenty more violations on this car... And I start laughing... He asks
why am I laughing... And I tell him how my day is going.
"What about the water-pipe?" Indeed! I inform him that this is all
a surprise to me, but I would like him to write up everything that is
illegal about the vehicle. He looks at me like I'm crazy. But I want my
kid to learn a lesson.
And the officer obliges me. He, even, finds some weed in the trunk...
17 tickets later, we are finished... almost... I ask him if I can keep
all of the drug paraphenalia? "Why?" I want my kid to destroy it. I
want this kid to know his "fuck-off" days are over.
The officer agrees. I could see he was wishing he could be there
tonight, for the "lesson". He was pretty decent about the whole thing.
This guy took, almost, a half-hour to go through all of this paperwork
- and search. I thank him, and head out... He tells me if I get stopped
again today, that I should show all the citations to the other officer
- and I should not have any problems...
Problems?!! We have problems. I have lost control of my family. My wife
is a co-conspirator. She has just been told that I want a listing of
all of our household bills & accounts. 'Yes, dear - we are going to
perform an audit'. She is protesting, but I do not care. This is war.
I know my family loves me, but they have played me for a fool. I
may be a fool, but I am not dumb. She does not know that I just found
out my son is in Summer school, because of bad grades. She doesn't know
that DMV has provided me with her, and his, records; apparently they
have a problem with obeying traffic laws.
It's not going to be easy, but something must be done. I swear, I
feel like I have become my father... I want the best for my family, and
feel something radical must happen. I can only hope they - truly -
understand it is for our own good.
Some things that will be addressed tonight;
1) Son's vehicle is gone; oil up that chain on your bicycle.
2) All three kids will empty out the garage; sell it/ donate it/ whatever.
3) Mom will have a household budget.
4) Chores - that's right; everyone will have assigned chores.
5) Chores will be done, before anything else.
6) Homework will be done daily, before dinner. * Or, immediately after sports events, but always prior to 10pm.
7) Son's tickets will be paid with his allowance.
8) Son is grounded for the rest of the summer.
9) Son will study from 8am until 4pm - daily, durint the rest of summer vacation.
10) Videogames are banned from 10pm until 6pm - daily.
11) Everyone will be up by 8am - daily.
12) The youngest child is on a diet - now.
13) Mother will inform father of ALL infractions.
14) Dad will be home by 6pm - daily.
15) Everyone will eat dinner, together.
16) Mom will cook dinner - and it better not come out of the microwave.
17) The maid is being given four weeks notice. * That is going to be fun - I may not see a sexual interlude for awhile.
18) Dad is getting a new car, and parking it in his garage.
19) Son may get a USED car, when his grades are A's & B's, for two - consecutive - semesters.
20) Mom and son are to attend driving school.
21) Son will explain drug usage - completely, or face rehab & boarding school.
22) Mom will be weaned off of her "medications"; NOW.
23) Children will make their own lunches, for school; no more money for shitty school food.
24) NO soda. Maybe, when we dine out. Maybe, on the weekends.
25) NO MySpace accounts, or any other assinine accounts - a
computer geek will check all of their computers - monthly (they need
fear put into their lives).
26) Dad will attend all school functions.
27) Everyone will be present for all birthdays.
28) Children will wear clothes that Dad approves of.
29) Mom will dress daughter like a little girl; not a 'hoochie-mama'. * and - definitely - no "juicy" pants on her bottom!
30) Daughter will not have any underwear, except for briefs.
31) Sons will not be told to pull up their pants, or face having said pants donated.
32) NO 'Rap' music, within Dad's hearing range.
33) NO tattoos, until you are out of my house.
34) NO piercings (except for daughter's ears), until you are out of my house.
35) NO dyeing of hair, until you are out of my house.
Did I miss something?
I'm continuing to add to the list...
Tell me if I missed something...
Tell me if I'm wrong...
I've seen those "wife-swap" & "nanny" shows...
I hate to think that is my life...
Wish me luck...
I may be sleeping on the patio tonight...
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| Wedding last night was really fancy at the Hilton resort but it was
boring. Plus, I went dress shopping with my mom and sister earlier and
it made me feel sick.
Work was chill as always. Then I ran a mile and a half after work at
the gym. Brandy took Eugene and me out to a place called Anjin in costa
mesa. It was awesome, we loved it. I kept eating and eating. I was like
the bottomless pit. I doesn't feel so bad eating your heart out after
you work out.
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| whooo hoooo! Today is officially my one month anniversary at my new job!!!
Last weekend, I went to Vegas with my family. I played Pai Gow and
poker and won some, lost some, and ended up breaking even at the end. I
lucked out and won lots of prizes playing games at Excalibur.
I've been really busy lately as always. Running to the gym after 8 hrs
of work 3 times a week. Trying to bike whenever I can, trying to fit in
homework that takes up a lot of time while spending most of my time
with my boyfriend.
Today Melvin and Bhishma came to visit me at my parent's house. I'm
sure my parents appreciated a white guy and an el salvadorian guy in my
house.
I am not looking forward to the Wedding I have to go to tomorrow, which
is why I am charging up my Nintendo DS lite and getting ready to unbore
myself.
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| Work has been okay so far. Everything isn't hard to do, it just takes
practice. I do admit, that it's really boring. I fight so hard to stay
awake for 8 hours.
The whole last week was pretty much date week for me and bean. It was kinda like old times again.
Friday, we went to Villa Nova in newport beach for dinner. The food
wasn't that great but man, I had a souffle for the first time and it
was sooo delicious. I can't believe all this time, I've always passed
up a souffle and it's THIS good.
Saturday, went to my cousins' bday party. There's so many kids in my family that I don't even know whose bdays it is anymore.
Yesterday, I went to disneyland with Jade, Sameer, Anton, and Bean. It
was fun, but not half as fun as vegas a month ago. Two of the big rides
broke down on us and the fireworks show was cancelled due to high
winds. High winds, my ass. I didn't feel any winds, it was freaking
hot. Nevertheless, it was a good to get away.
Today was not a bad day at work. 8 hours went by relatively fast.
Tomorrow's the first day of summer school. I'm taking introduction to
environmental analysis and design and basic drawing. I'm very tempted
to drop both of these classes and just enjoy my summer. So tempted
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