Going, Going, Gone

What I meant by all that is: Petals Plucked is officially done. I'm not this girl anymore. If and when I do blog again, I'm different enough that it will necessitate an entirely new design and idea. I'm too busy with figuring out myself and my life to do that right now so, for now, no more blogging from Leah. Weird weird weird.

"My new hypothesis: If we're built from Spirals while living in a giant Spiral, then is it possible that everything we put our hands to is infused with the Spiral?"
~Pi

Less is Better Right Now

Too bad I don't blog anymore because I've got some good stuff going on. You're missing out on all sorts of revelations and crazy stories. I fell down a rabbit hole on Saturday then went to a crawdad "burl" on Sunday. Things were glowing and then there was a pinata. That's how things should be and that's how they are. You have no idea and I like it that way.


Everyone keeps asking where I am. What do you mean where am I? I'm here. In my life. I'm growing. Changing. You wouldn't recognize me anymore anyway.

...But You Have No Idea

Okay, 'Over 50'...since you didn't leave an email address, I will issue my rebuttal here. I'd like to hear other readers' opinions on this, anyway...

Okay, so you've read my blog six times, but that is six times in the past...what? Week? Two weeks? You know absolutely nothing about me from that, really. Everything you read is heavily influenced by summer just having begun, just having had a birthday, and...my (lack of) love life.

As far as all the drinking...I realize it was several decades ago, but do you not remember turning 21? It is a momentous occasion requiring binge drinking. I'm sorry, but it's true. And yes, I like to drink but I say it again: I am not a trainwreck (shuddup, e). The throwing up thing is something that happens maybe every six months and the passing out thing was absolutely a first for me.

The whole thing is a little heavy on Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll but that is not because I am a bad seed or a wild child....I am an extremely smart, talented, and motivated girl who chose to work in the music industry. Though not why I chose the field, it comes with the territory, mmk?

The whole point of the blog is kind of my coming of age documentation. This means that herein I deal with my "middle-class, white, female, young-adult angst" and revel in my shenanigans because there may come a time in my life when I am as boring and stiff as you. Because so many aquaintances read it, I've had to cut back on talking about some of my "issues" leaving only the shenanigans and asinine stories (which are still pretty entertaining, if you ask some folks.)

So my life is boring? Whatever. It's summer, what do you want from me? I work at 7 am everyday and try to squeeze in as much 'life' in the spare time as possible. What the hell else do you think I should be doing? Really. What is 'something of value' that wouldn't be so 'shallow' for me to pursue. I have ambition - more than most, in fact. I actually know exactly what career I want and exactly how to get it and already have experience and contacts and the whole deal.

I may be slightly reckless. I absolutely have issues. But I'm absolutely entitled to that. Who isn't slightly reckless and who doesn't have issues in their early twenties. I just happen to admit it and put it out there.

My family is amazing and supportive and completely functional and I'm not going to defend that any further so how dare you say that you'd feel like a failure as a parent. Fuck you for that. That crossed the line and after that, I shouldn't have defended myself to you at all. I think you are the one who should get a life.

Don't Mess With Bunim-Murray Productions

I got out of going to the bars last night, and stayed in and watched the brand new Real World instead. It takes place in Austin, a city I have come to know and love.

Besides Seattle, where I lived long after that season aired, this is the only RW city I've really spent a lot of time in, and spent it in the same places I see them frequenting. It was exciting. They ate at the deli on 4th and Congress for their first meal out. That's right where we caught the bus everyday. They got in a fight right in the middle of 6th street and Exodus, the bar Ozomatli got arrested outside of last year and where I saw +/- this year, is shown (though I can't tell if that's where they are drinking when it happens. I'll have to watch it again...)

So, then they showed the little "This season on The Real World..." montage and it turns out that their job for the season is to film a documentary about SXSW. And then something clicked and I felt like an IDIOT.

When we were standing in the line to get our badges, I noticed these kids filming. I made note of the fact that the kids with cameras were also being followed with cameras. "A documentary about a documentary? That's kind of strange..." It looked pretty amateur, some girl (who I now suspect was Melinda) who totally didn't know what she was doing operating the boom and them all just wandering around a little aimlessly. Ashlee and I actually ended up having to sign releases (handed to us by who I now am positive was Nehemiah) becuase they filmed our faces.

I'm such a Real World fan and it didn't click with me what was going on?! That's totally always been something I've thought about - "How cool would it be if the Real World was filming in your town, or Road Rules showed up?" You know, just a brush with one of my favorite shows (besides seeing Danny from New Orleans at the 5-Spot last year) and it freaking happened and I didn't even realize it was going on.

Oh well, cool nonetheless. This may turn out to be my favorite season, just because of all this stuff. And oh man, good thing I had so much fun at SXSW this year because I was already feeling like "there is getting to be way too many people at this thing. You can't even get into anything." and that was when the average Joe still didn't really know about it. After this airs, they will. Damn you, MTV, must you really take everything from me?