<?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-5654402</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:23:10.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Chayim, Latkes, and Little People</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit of this and a little bit of that. A bit of Jewish here, a bit of attitude there. Live with it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-112074125290782655</id><published>2005-07-07T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:21:54.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LONDON ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS!!!12 DEAD! At least 190 injured!DURING RUSH HOUR!!!This is going to bring in a new wave of ideas.Be prepared...Pity those on the G8 Summit.Send London all of your prayers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/112074125290782655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=112074125290782655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/112074125290782655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/112074125290782655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-attacked-by-terrorists-12-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111629421812829498</id><published>2005-05-16T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:43:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, baby...oo oo oo oo oo. Woo hoo hoo oo oo. Ai yi yi yi yi...etc.Yeah, I downloaded the Encore 2005 MP3s courtesy of Firebird Productions being geniuses and putting them into the special features of Encore Act 2 DVD disc. Genius. Absolute genius.But that's the reason I'm making this entry.Yesterday, all my life seemed to change...or really...stayed the same. I moved on from secondary school. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111629421812829498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111629421812829498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111629421812829498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111629421812829498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111557937425094907</id><published>2005-05-08T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T14:09:34.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll bet that confused you.I'm listening to M-Pact's Christmas album. That song just happens to be playing, and it's a perfect melancholy, "I've got the blues" song. Lovely harmonies. Just lovely. Just as lovely as the harmony that makes my life.I'm sure you've all had these kinds of days--the days where you aren't really happy, but you aren't really sad, but you feel kind of down, and all you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111557937425094907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111557937425094907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111557937425094907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111557937425094907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-bet-that-confused-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111499901571149220</id><published>2005-05-01T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:56:55.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know ... when you can't focus on what you REALLY REALLY should be focusing on. ...or when you stay up an hour past when you want/need/decide to go to sleep just to see if they've had a good day. ...or when the only thing you want is to be in their arms for a moment. ...or when your eyes hurt so much, but you still feel like you're the happiest person on earth just reading past e-mails for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111499901571149220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111499901571149220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111499901571149220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111499901571149220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111271180673590283</id><published>2005-04-05T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:36:46.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Occupy ]Oh yes.I forgot to tell you.I'm taking up residence here, if you don't mind.If you do mind, feel free to delete all of these posts. I won't be offended.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111271180673590283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111271180673590283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271180673590283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271180673590283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/04/occupy-oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Biochrome</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111271160229339694</id><published>2005-04-05T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:33:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (NAME OF FIRST PET/ STREET YOU LIVE ON):Mouser Cross-CountryYOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (YOUR MIDDLE NAME/ GRANDFATHER'S FIRST NAME):Robert WilliamYOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT/ FAVORITE RESTAURANT):Cadkey Smokey BonesEXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (FAVORITE SPICE/ LAST VACATION SPOT)Cinnamon MexicoSOCIALITE ALIAS: (SILLIEST CHILDHOOD NICKNAME/ TOWN WHERE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111271160229339694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111271160229339694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271160229339694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271160229339694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/04/your-porn-star-name-name-of-first-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>Biochrome</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111271134389333173</id><published>2005-04-05T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:29:03.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ Coming ]I'm coming for you, Lauren.And you can't stop me......huzzah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111271134389333173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111271134389333173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271134389333173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111271134389333173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/04/coming-im-coming-for-you-lauren.html' title=''/><author><name>Biochrome</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111237913727391591</id><published>2005-04-01T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:12:17.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encore...Encore...Encore...ENCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!Yes, my life is Encore. Now and always.Yes, Don't Worry Be Happy sharped faster than a pencil in a pencil sharpener, but everyone (who didn't have finely tuned choir ears) thought it was a blast.You Can't Stop the Beat seemed rather lacking in energy still. Well, I wasn't. I know I wasn't. I have a blast when I'm onstage. Emily and I just have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111237913727391591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111237913727391591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111237913727391591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111237913727391591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/04/encore.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-111075671301032012</id><published>2005-03-13T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:31:53.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (NAME OF FIRST PET/ STREET YOU LIVE ON):Splash DubsYOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (YOUR MIDDLE NAME/ GRANDFATHER'S FIRST NAME):Ashley Loy/Ashley MartinYOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT/ FAVORITE RESTAURANT):Neuralize VenusEXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (FAVORITE SPICE/ LAST VACATION SPOT)Nutmeg ChicagoSOCIALITE ALIAS: (SILLIEST CHILDHOOD NICKNAME/ TOWN WHERE YOU </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/111075671301032012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=111075671301032012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111075671301032012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/111075671301032012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-porn-star-name-name-of-first-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-110504096313579238</id><published>2005-01-06T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:49:23.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Chris T. and I had one of our little tea and snack get-togethers, and I helped him with some Encore stuff. He has some great songs on his list. It's too bad we're both booked to the max, because there is so much we want to do, but he has his audition at U of Michigan, and I've got theater rehearsal and Model UN. We watched Beauty and the Beast and then Anastasia, but we ended up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/110504096313579238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=110504096313579238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110504096313579238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110504096313579238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/01/yesterday-chris-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-110496739850120425</id><published>2005-01-05T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:23:18.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I called you today. We had plans and we kept them, despite what we said, despite what you read. Then you spoke back to me. I couldn't believe you were talking on the phone. You hate it so much, but then, you were talking more than I was.You made a decision. It was a first. I was so excited. You chose well and we enjoyed it fully, friends and all. I love your laugh. When you laugh, everything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/110496739850120425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=110496739850120425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110496739850120425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110496739850120425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-called-you-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-110488222862317876</id><published>2005-01-04T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:43:48.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humans...the things they do. Especially to children. Disgusting.http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?idq=/ff/story/0001/20050104/1456409568.htm&amp;photoid=20050103GOX102&amp;floc=NW_1-IExplains a bit. Nice to know how people "help" tsunami orphans.Send them help! In the form of a shotgun isn't all that bad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/110488222862317876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=110488222862317876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110488222862317876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110488222862317876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2005/01/humans.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-110442547737883332</id><published>2004-12-30T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T10:51:17.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manhattan, New York City, New York. Damn skippy.Celebrity Sightings: Jessica Simpson w/hubby Nick Lachey and Kevin KlineBroadway, Times Square, Columbia Square, 5th Avenue, Avenue of the Americas, Broadway St., Juilliard, NYU, Barnard College, Central Park, Trump Towers, Empire State Building, Dolce &amp; Gabbana, Louis Vuitton, Bergdorf &amp; Goodman, Van Cleef &amp; Arpels, Harry Winston, Playboy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/110442547737883332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=110442547737883332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110442547737883332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110442547737883332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/12/manhattan-new-york-city-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-110418222326566239</id><published>2004-12-27T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T15:17:03.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realize I'm such a failure at keeping up to date in this, but that's ok. I can upload a pic into here sooner or later. Well, once I get home that is. Hmmmm...4:16 in NY and I've nothing to do but type and listen to "It's Raining Men". Hahahahahaha, I bet some of my fellow femmes would love for that to happen and for their certain beaus as well.42nd Street tomorrow. $121.20...by Damn!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/110418222326566239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=110418222326566239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110418222326566239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/110418222326566239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-realize-im-such-failure-at-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-109180714642917866</id><published>2004-08-06T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:45:46.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 ways to monkey with telemarketersCompiled by Amy C. Fleitas • Bankrate.comTelemarketers are the ones we love to hate. Not only are their calls unsolicited and annoying, but they seem to come just as you are sitting down to eat or hopping into the shower.What do you do? Hang up on the caller or politely decline to listen? Get mad?Some people have made an art of playing with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/109180714642917866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=109180714642917866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109180714642917866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109180714642917866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/08/20-ways-to-monkey-with-telemarketers.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-109166095534303236</id><published>2004-08-04T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:09:15.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a sad but good mood. I'm listening to Off Broadway by Steve Cole and Mmmmm...I'm feelin' good. I wish I had the chance to see him when he was here in Kansas, his sax is soooooo smooth. *taps foot in time to the beat* It makes me long for New York, but just hearing the music makes me feel...good to have these nostalgic memories.I hope that my little Sarah will love me for I don't know if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/109166095534303236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=109166095534303236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109166095534303236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109166095534303236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-in-sad-but-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-109117228397327982</id><published>2004-07-30T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T02:24:43.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sad. My theatre life is ending...I wish all of us could continue our play forever for I never feel truly happy unless I'm with my fellow cast-mates. *sigh* This is how sad I normally feel at school which can only mean that I'm only happy when I can be me without somebody criticizing me.That's what I love about acting. I can put my entirety into my character and enjoy exaggeration where in "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/109117228397327982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=109117228397327982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109117228397327982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/109117228397327982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-108779551534463467</id><published>2004-06-21T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:05:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Generic Teenager Stereotype:Do you drink [alcohol]? NoDo you party a lot? How often? I don't really like to, but I occasionally go, but mostly to keep tabs on people.Do you use drugs for recreational purposes? Like those people at the Rock Fest? Hahahah no.How often do you use the word "like" in an average hour? Very rarely.Do you skip classes? How often? I skipped 0 hour maybe 5 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/108779551534463467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=108779551534463467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108779551534463467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108779551534463467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/06/generic-teenager-stereotype-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-108638662940883559</id><published>2004-06-04T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T17:03:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Name: Lauren2. Nicknames: Hobbit, Shortie, Kumquat, Jewel.3. Sex: Female 4. Birthday: 6/23/875. Age: 166. Sun sign: Naturally, a Cancer. Yes, I spread disease wherever I go...it's natural, I just don't get along with many people. Especially Aquarius' for some reason.7. Place of birth: Springfield, Massachusetts.8. Current residence: Lawrence, Kansas9. Hair color: A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/108638662940883559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=108638662940883559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108638662940883559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108638662940883559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-108309844964955428</id><published>2004-04-27T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T15:43:53.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Possession...a good song. Thank you Sarah McLachlan. Now I am going to be sad for the rest of the day...big surprise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/108309844964955428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=108309844964955428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108309844964955428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/108309844964955428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/04/possession.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107985292600252142</id><published>2004-03-21T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T01:11:12.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Ain True Love - Alison Krauss, Oscar-nominated: Cold Mountain SoundtrackYou'll walk unscathed through musket fire,No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,No cutler's horn will mark thy faceAnd you will be my ain true love,And you will be my ain true loveAnd as you walk through death's dark veil,The cannon's thunder can't prevail,And those who hunt thee down will fail,And you will be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107985292600252142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107985292600252142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107985292600252142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107985292600252142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-ain-true-love-alison-krauss-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107916363994167988</id><published>2004-03-13T01:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:42:58.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be damned. You ARE bisexual AFTER all!You sees "31 Flavors" as the ideal place to work. You can get unequivocally turned on by eating Cheese 'n Crackers -taking the little sticks from the wrapper and sliding them into the cheese. You are definitely a sexual glutton, taking as much as you can ;)Are *You* Bisexual? Click Here to Find Out!More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107916363994167988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107916363994167988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107916363994167988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107916363994167988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/03/ill-be-damned.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107871824953394381</id><published>2004-03-07T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:59:43.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angst. You are an angel of angst. Once one ofwater. But your depression has caused you tobecome an outcast. You love to be by yourself,as it helps you think. You have always, andalways will wonder what has gone wrong. Yoursoul has been shattered, and your wings are inpeices. But that's just you. You spend yourdays searching for something. Not someone.Though you don't know what you are looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107871824953394381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107871824953394381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107871824953394381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107871824953394381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/03/angst.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107691000589719784</id><published>2004-02-15T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:41:58.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mum's birthday was today. Helped bake her a german chocolate cake, also gave her all 3 gifts. Mint chocolate malt balls, a Ghirardelli chocolate cookbook and the Essential Bruce Springsteen. All hail the Boss!!! Da Boss!!!In good news...5 cuts later and everything feels fine! hachacha...night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107691000589719784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107691000589719784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107691000589719784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107691000589719784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/02/mums-birthday-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107448259437697149</id><published>2004-01-18T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:24:38.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I haven't posted in a while on this. Do I look like I give a flying f*ck? No, I don't. Want to know why? Ok, my whole last 2 weeks have been hell. My brother has been grounded for a long time now, from the car mostly and the computer. Sure I'll let him slide on the computer, he needs social contacts naturally, but driving the damn car without telling me when or where! Buggerin' *many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107448259437697149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107448259437697149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107448259437697149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107448259437697149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok-so-i-havent-posted-in-while-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-107203403401274704</id><published>2003-12-21T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T13:14:50.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God...I swear. This was down forever. I meant to update it much much earlier, but alas...it wouldn't let me. Hello peoples. Nothing interesting right now...just waiting for my plane to come...Chao</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/107203403401274704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=107203403401274704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107203403401274704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/107203403401274704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/12/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106770844496968941</id><published>2003-11-01T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T11:40:43.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I figured I'd update this just for kicks. I'm doing freeopendiary now also. Name of Gossipgirl...fun fun fun. Hmm...Happy Halloween!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106770844496968941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106770844496968941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106770844496968941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106770844496968941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-figured-id-update-this-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106634194818229124</id><published>2003-10-16T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T17:05:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 am....day after christmas...No, not really. More like 5 pm, end of school week. Love short weeks don't you? Anyway, I'm sitting in front of the computer listening to songs from the '90s and getting more and more depressed from nostalgia...who invented such a feeling? It sucks. Ahh...now for Lonestar's I'm Already There....*sniffle* Maybe not '90s....but....sad....wwwwwwwwaaaaaaahh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106634194818229124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106634194818229124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106634194818229124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106634194818229124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/6-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106581609668978038</id><published>2003-10-10T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:01:36.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your element is Water. You are a deep person and agood communicator. Incredibably loving andloyal when your trust is gained and you arefairly mature.Myterious to the utmost water isin everything. One can be an Ocean or a riverbut nobody truly knows you. What's your element brought to you by Quizilla &lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;???What Kind Of Angel R You???&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;( Anime Pics ) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106581609668978038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106581609668978038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581609668978038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581609668978038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/your-element-is-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106581339769594214</id><published>2003-10-10T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T14:16:37.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations!! You're a strawberry daquiri!! What Drink Are You? brought to you by QuizillaWater Goddess. You like peace and serenity and areusually content with life. What element would you rein over? (For Girls) brought to you by QuizillaYour Kagome! you like to hang out with your friendsand are always the first person to volunteer toshow a new student around, you are kind andgiving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106581339769594214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106581339769594214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581339769594214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581339769594214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/congratulations-youre-strawberry.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106581068533247426</id><published>2003-10-10T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T13:37:04.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by QuizillaSARCASM: Your humor tends to sarcasm. You win a lotof arguments because you can find theridiculous-ness and error of anothersarguments. You have a quick mind, and a razortongue. You are funny because the flaws inother people are funny, and you point them out.How funny are you? brought to you by QuizillaYou are from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106581068533247426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106581068533247426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581068533247426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106581068533247426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/morpheus-which-of-greek-gods-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106575949658841257</id><published>2003-10-09T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:18:16.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was our Choir Concert. OH MY GOD, WE SO ROCKED THE SCHOOL!!!! WE WERE FABULOUS! And on top of this, I made the National Honor Society. I feel fine...I feel great! Swell! Fabulous! STUPENDOUS! I'M GOING TO PARTY! HAVE FUN!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106575949658841257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106575949658841257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106575949658841257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106575949658841257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/yesterday-was-our-choir-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106556462622327988</id><published>2003-10-07T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T17:10:26.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh...first day of casting for Fiddler on the Roof gone. Auditions went an hour longer than we expected. Didn't get back until 10:30...ugh...passed out on my homework, but naturally we watched videos in most of my classes, allowing me the time to get all homework done. Here I go now, time for the Acting Auditionees. Wish me (and them) luck!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106556462622327988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106556462622327988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106556462622327988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106556462622327988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106514702152877190</id><published>2003-10-02T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:10:21.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday night, studying for an AP US History test. I'm feeling pretty positive about it, if only I could put my mind to it. I can do it! Ole ole, ole ole!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106514702152877190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106514702152877190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106514702152877190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106514702152877190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/thursday-night-studying-for-ap-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106506712034618118</id><published>2003-10-01T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T22:58:40.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm watching this show Dismissed on MTV...it's so whack...these two bimbos are hitting on a cheesy male....typical I wanna do this one-night stand male...gods help us all. A squeaky voiced blonde and a loud-mouth brunette...will the world become better? Probably not...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106506712034618118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106506712034618118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106506712034618118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106506712034618118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-watching-this-show-dismissed-on-mtv.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106461142566084901</id><published>2003-09-26T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T16:23:45.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day. I've got this wonderful feeling that everything's going my way. And it is! *celebrates* Ahhh...I'm assistant director of our big musical! Kickin' baby yeah! Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money! Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funny! Paper or plastic, don't matter she'll have it. Vacations and shopping sprees these are a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106461142566084901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106461142566084901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106461142566084901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106461142566084901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/oh-what-beautiful-morning-oh-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106420450409407460</id><published>2003-09-21T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T23:21:43.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you? *looks forlorn over Nat* Why....Why oh Why....I swear...by the moon and the stars in the skies. I'll be there. *looks at readers* I see the questions in your eyes and I know what's on your minds. "Why is the girl so crazy?" One, school, two, Nat...oh Nat....*reminisces a good memory*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106420450409407460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106420450409407460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106420450409407460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106420450409407460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/if-picture-paints-thousand-words-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106417180409396365</id><published>2003-09-21T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:16:43.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered what life is about? You could search the stars and figure it out. You don't have to sail the ocean, happiness is no mystery, it's here and now, it's you and me. *smiles* Sorry about the rhyming, that was accidental. Life is but a dream, it's what you make of it, it's what others make of it. It's everything and anything. It's an amalgam of possiblities, failtures, triumphs, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106417180409396365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106417180409396365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106417180409396365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106417180409396365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/have-you-ever-wondered-what-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106412181006650507</id><published>2003-09-21T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:17:37.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is is, a Sunday at 20 past midnight in Kansas and what do I have to say? A WHOLE EFFING LOT! I'VE HAD SUCH A GREAT LAST FEW DAYS!I hooked up with Nat and a bunch of friends and we hit homecoming football game, we split after the announcement of homecoming king and queen and drank coffee at Java Break and ate some Ribs from Ribman's....awesomeness...afterwards Joannie and I lay down on Nat's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106412181006650507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106412181006650507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106412181006650507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106412181006650507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/here-is-is-sunday-at-20-past-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106366761624598977</id><published>2003-09-15T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T18:21:29.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh life could be a dream, if I could take you up in paradise above. If you would tell me I'm the only one you'll love. Life could be a dream, sweetheart. Hello, hello again, sh-boom sh-boom.Ahhhh...good golden oldies. Bless the Crew-cuts for this song. Baby, meet me above. Oh life could be a dream, if I could take you up in paradise above. If you would tell me I'm the only one you'll love. Life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106366761624598977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106366761624598977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106366761624598977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106366761624598977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/oh-life-could-be-dream-if-i-could-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106342767149410870</id><published>2003-09-12T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T23:34:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cha-cha real smooth....hmmmm...I seem to remember this song...ah yes 9th grade formal. All the girls kicked some major ass in this dance. It was very entertaining watching friends dance to it. Slide to the left, slide to the right, criss-cross...cha-cha real smooth. To the left, take it back now y'all, two hops this time....you know stuff like that. Get funky with it. Notice how I add in some of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106342767149410870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106342767149410870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106342767149410870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106342767149410870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/cha-cha-real-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106333377501198135</id><published>2003-09-11T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:29:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How does one "break" up with someone who they weren't literally going out with? Dares aren't supposed to work that way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106333377501198135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106333377501198135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106333377501198135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106333377501198135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/how-does-one-break-up-with-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106299811877517500</id><published>2003-09-08T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T00:15:18.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Name: Lauren Ashley BornsteinYour Date of Birth: 06/23/1987Your Question or Information: Juggler, Jewish, Curious, Cute, Cynical, Sarcastic, Guilt-strickenPastIng - Fertility, successful conclusion to issue or situation, ending one cycle and beginning another.PresentLagaz - Intuition, imagination, success in studies, creativity, vitality and passion (especially for women).FutureDaeg - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106299811877517500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106299811877517500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106299811877517500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106299811877517500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/your-name-lauren-ashley-bornsteinyour.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106282349869140448</id><published>2003-09-05T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:44:58.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One day...love will find me and tell me I've changed. Will you do the same? Can...will you be able to tell me I've changed? And what if I haven't changed. What if it's you that has changed? So if you're telling me I'm changed, you're just commenting on yourself. And surely as time turns and years come and pass, everything will change. You and I will become older. We will become what we may have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106282349869140448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106282349869140448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106282349869140448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106282349869140448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106256405373891077</id><published>2003-09-02T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T23:40:53.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I ever leave this world, you will have a song to sing so you know what you're worth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106256405373891077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106256405373891077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106256405373891077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106256405373891077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/if-i-ever-leave-this-world-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106243318231545267</id><published>2003-09-01T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T11:19:42.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was youngI never needed anyoneAnd making love was just for funThose days are goneLivin' aloneI think of all the friends I've knownWhen I dial the telephoneNobody's homeAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by myselfAnymoreHard to be sureSometimes I feel so insecureAnd loves so distant and obscureRemains the cureAll by myselfDon't wanna beAll by myselfAnymoreAll by myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106243318231545267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106243318231545267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106243318231545267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106243318231545267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/09/when-i-was-young-i-never-needed-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106221574034846487</id><published>2003-08-29T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T22:55:40.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday....I'm still sick...should've heard me in choir today, singing an octave lower than I was supposed to. Made me laugh hard. Had work today also. It was a whole lot of fun, grand opening and all. We've got a jukebox, and our mic is connected to it, so when we announce a ready order...it comes from it...really funny. We're thinking about Karaoke when it gets late....hahahaha. I can do a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106221574034846487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106221574034846487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106221574034846487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106221574034846487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106192017666216014</id><published>2003-08-26T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:49:36.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here I am. 2nd day of being sick....bleah...actually got sent home from school. Drat, now I'm sure I'm behind in English class. AP US History is such a pain in the rear....grrrrrr. Now I must off and take care of the dogs, but 'fore I do. I've got Chinese Pringles. Yes I know, you must be thinking. CHINESE PRINGLES! HOW DO I GET 'EM? The truth be told, travel to China and get some.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106192017666216014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106192017666216014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106192017666216014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106192017666216014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106178257009411092</id><published>2003-08-24T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T22:36:10.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the funeral for Mr. Safdaye. 3000 people showed up, it went into the parking lot. Afterward the sitting shiva (wake) was large also...I feel bad for them. And yet more good news, I've come down with an illness. Let's hear it for the good times!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106178257009411092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106178257009411092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106178257009411092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106178257009411092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/today-was-funeral-for-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106169862271968607</id><published>2003-08-23T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T23:17:02.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was born a slave. As far as I can remember, I have done nothing but labor under the toils of life. Emotion, friends, school, anything and everything that involves a person's life. I strive to be the best I can be, which is never enough. Today's society is like a sweatshop, so much work, and not enough is earned out of it. I only just came to that realization today. Isn't it amazing, that after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106169862271968607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106169862271968607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106169862271968607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106169862271968607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-was-born-slave.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106168637094614743</id><published>2003-08-23T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T19:52:51.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:sighs: Well father left today for New York again. So much for me getting my motor scooter back....at this rate I won't be able to transport myself ever again. The light in life is dwindling....what a bummer....I can't even do my homework and the weekend is nearly over....I wish I could concentrate on my english essays, but they make no sense....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106168637094614743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106168637094614743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106168637094614743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106168637094614743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/sighs-well-father-left-today-for-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106160760522659783</id><published>2003-08-22T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T22:00:06.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel terrible....my day went in slow motion today...my father called me at school.....a great friend of the family died. :is crying: He was such a cool guy...Michael Safety. Yitgadal vyitkadash shmei raba b'alma divra chrutei, vyamlich malchuteh b'chaiyechon uvyomechon b'chol beit yisroel. Kiddush friend....I hope you are happy where you are now. Don't forget your 8 children and 3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106160760522659783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106160760522659783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106160760522659783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106160760522659783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-feel-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106135145063922760</id><published>2003-08-19T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T22:50:50.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>106 degrees outside today. And at 9:00pm it was still 100. Blimey...what weather. Got back from work to find that my father had bought the Chicago Dvd, yay! Downloaded some more music that my brother will kill me for if he knows as much. But you've got to admit, classics are not worth dumping. Met a few new students today, laughed too hard in class and had to leave for 10 minutes, best laughing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106135145063922760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106135145063922760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106135145063922760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106135145063922760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/106-degrees-outside-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106124231276218116</id><published>2003-08-18T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T16:31:52.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Monday. Time to raise hell in school. I swear I was so hyper today...freaking crazy. Anyway, I've got some work to hit. Got a debate tomorrow in AP US History. Oh! Nat just called! Time to flirt incessantly...I'll write more later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106124231276218116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106124231276218116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106124231276218116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106124231276218116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106109407317236189</id><published>2003-08-16T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:21:13.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've always believed there is a time for what is right and what is wrong. There is such a thing as you shouldn't cut off your nose to spite your face, and I fear a friend of mine did just that. She was born stubborn, so I fear I cannot change her mind. It will be the end of a great thing. She showed such creativity through her posts...that it will be sorely missed. I wish her luck with her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106109407317236189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106109407317236189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106109407317236189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106109407317236189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/ive-always-believed-there-is-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106106772159501857</id><published>2003-08-16T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T16:02:01.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blessed Saturday again! A break from AP US History, from work...though actually I like work. It takes my mind off my sorrows and puts my brain to fun use. Can't wait for the new place to open. A&amp;W mini corndogs and Root beer floats! Of course I'll have to exercise more....blast. Oh well, I need to go set up Audra's surprise party now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106106772159501857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106106772159501857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106106772159501857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106106772159501857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/blessed-saturday-again-break-from-ap.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106100823775466869</id><published>2003-08-15T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T23:30:37.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2 of school is over. I never want to go through that again. How dare a renowned teacher do that? That is completely unfair. To suggest to a few students of the class that they should take a lower class because of "last year's" math scores. I don't think she realizes how biased that is. Comparing one year to the next is low...it's a new low on the teacher scale. I know they already are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106100823775466869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106100823775466869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106100823775466869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106100823775466869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/day-2-of-school-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106074527841907090</id><published>2003-08-12T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:27:58.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this was a most eventful day. I got a job on my first try. Pay at $6.25 an hour, I start tomorrow. 5-9. School starts day after...and I still work...I can't believe it...so busy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106074527841907090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106074527841907090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106074527841907090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106074527841907090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/well-this-was-most-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106066233090387433</id><published>2003-08-11T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:25:30.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday. Yearbook signing. Haven't gone past 4 pages so far. The book has an amazing amount of pages, and surprisingly I'm on quite a few. I think I'll go back to reading it now, me, my yearbook and my hot chocolate....ahhhhhhh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106066233090387433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106066233090387433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106066233090387433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106066233090387433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-10605812875930912</id><published>2003-08-11T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T00:54:47.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They pave paradise to put up a parking lot...Isn't that just true? People bulldoze lovely landscapes, then charge $1.50 for an hour to park on asphalt. Nothing grows on asphalt, and why are we forced to pay money for parking on something that we paid for through taxes int he first place. Maybe we should just cycle our way around the world. Everybody'd be in tip-top shape at that. Maybe I'm just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/10605812875930912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=10605812875930912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/10605812875930912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/10605812875930912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/they-pave-paradise-to-put-up-parking.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106046217995014857</id><published>2003-08-09T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T15:49:39.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday. Day of new SNL's, Duncan's Birthday, day of a sleep-over, a day of many days. A day long past, a day yet to come, a day that one and all rejoice for. It's a break from work, from school, from life, from misery, and from anything else that tries to ruin life for us. :smiles: And I love it! Saturday, in the park, I think it was the 4th of July...people dancing, people laughing. A man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106046217995014857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106046217995014857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106046217995014857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106046217995014857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106038627920813035</id><published>2003-08-08T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T18:44:39.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho hum. Went to school today for a Volunteer thing. Met a senior and his younger brother. The younger one didn't talk so much, but the senior was genuinely interested in what J.K. and I were saying, so we spent a lot of time talking to him, but didn't leave the other out. We talked to them for nearly 2 hours...the guidance counselors finally kicked us out...they were closing up. He left his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106038627920813035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106038627920813035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106038627920813035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106038627920813035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/ho-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106031197575163296</id><published>2003-08-07T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T23:00:56.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Find your Role-PlayingStereotype at mutedfaith.com.find your elementat mutedfaith.com.What Type of Villain are You?mutedfaith.com.Take the What Type of Friend areYou? quiz, and visit mutedfaith.com.Take the What High SchoolStereotype Are You? quiz.What Type of Villain are You?mutedfaith.com.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106031197575163296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106031197575163296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106031197575163296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106031197575163296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/find-your-role-playing-stereotype-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106031174089321521</id><published>2003-08-07T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T22:02:20.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The haxor handle of Lashra D'Asher is "Blu3 Demon".What's yours? Enter your name:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106031174089321521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106031174089321521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106031174089321521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106031174089321521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/haxor-handle-of-lashra-dasher-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106028431380641378</id><published>2003-08-07T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T21:05:16.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhh...the simplistic pleasures of the phone. Able to shut a younger sibling up with one simple dial to the mother. Honestly...trying to black-mail me into driving her and her friend to the movies and Blockbuster...cheap tactics, but thankfully I called Mumsy up who was ever so much overjoyed as to tell her youngest daughter, much to the eldest daughter's delight, that the eldest daughter was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106028431380641378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106028431380641378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106028431380641378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106028431380641378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106023224388189196</id><published>2003-08-06T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:04:02.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to clear things up a bit here. First off, I am not perfect and never will be even close to that. Probably not even half. I've sown seeds of rumor, I've said what I didn't want to, said what I didn't mean to, and have thrown away what is precious many times...those are among the worst things I have done. I work daily to keep myself from doing those things...but sometimes pressure gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106023224388189196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106023224388189196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106023224388189196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106023224388189196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/id-like-to-clear-things-up-bit-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5654402.post-106022644863585644</id><published>2003-08-06T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T22:23:05.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm...so this is a blog...nothing like Free Open Diary. Much better in fact...Well, for my first comment of the day! Shalom! Hey! Yo! And all of that. Welcome, welcome, welcome.Today was a most interesting day. I was ungrounded from a 2 week grounding sentence, I became part of a volunteer program that should not have hypocrits and anarchists like me in it, and I learned that nothing is easy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/feeds/106022644863585644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5654402&amp;postID=106022644863585644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106022644863585644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5654402/posts/default/106022644863585644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leahashra.blogspot.com/2003/08/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Ashra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11896213749440473660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
