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07 March 2006 @ 08:28 pm
i love this episode of gimore girls. it's when Jess comes back after writing a book, and calls Rory on being someone she's not. sigh, i wish i had a Jess. i hate when reality kicks me in the ass. i won't elaborate, it's not important.

school was really good. today. i rocked two inverted hair cuts. i'm satisfied with my work. we learned a new coloring technique. it was cool. i'd like to try it on someone. i'm sick of my hair though. all i want is hot-indie-rocker-emo hair. instead i have 'obviously i'm a hairstylist' hair, which can only be styled one way. sucky.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna

Leah Joye
05 March 2006 @ 05:33 pm
I am so emo right now.
listening to death cab, wearing a collared shirt underneath a black knitted sweater with a pin on my lapel, matched with a string of white pearls. brown skater pants, because i wish i could skatebaord, with a black studded belt, because i rock, paired with my 4 year old black chucks. of course i finished this all off with black cat eye make-up, labret and 'zelda' black and purple hair. if i only there were a show i could go pose at.

that was for you Riah, because i know how much you love that i look emo.

check it - http://www.dobi.nu/emo/girls.htm

maybe i should wear my white studded belt instead.

alright well off to write in my journal, listen to death cab on vinyl and cry because i can't get a boy to love me.

Leah Joye.

ps - i love that i am way to happy and full of joy to be actually emo.
.sound.: summer skin -dcfc
02 March 2006 @ 05:43 pm
new death cab rocks. Gregoire learn 'i will follow you into the dark'. we're doing that one. ps - i love you. Riah i was about to call friendship over because of the Dre thing, but then i remembered that i watch the OC.... so we're even. ps- you're beautiful. the week is almost over. the sister heads home for her spring break, which means only one thing, lots of naked time in the apartment for Leah. don't knock it until you've tried it. alright so i've been feeling lame about being in hair school, only because i've talked to a few people in university who absolutely love what they're doing and that makes me envious. . but really i can't compare the two things at all. also its not that i don't enjoy what i'm doing it's that i hate working in the environment i'm stuck in for the next 4 months. and i'm uneasy because what if i can't find a place to work where i fit in and feel comfortable. i hate myself while i'm at school most of the time. it's like i put up a front, because hoenstly i feel they don't deserve to know who i really am. it's like casting pearls before swine. anyway, i decided if i were to master, or focus in on one element of hair, it would be color placement and complimentry hair styles. color itself i find, unfulfilling because everyone wants the same thing. but a hair cut/style with color that suits it and the person its on, would make me happy. ps - i'm going to run away to England. not next year but the year after.

so theres a part in blue like jazz when the writer Don is talking to his friend Paul about marriage. Pauls married and goes on to talk about even though marriage is the closest two people can get to each other, you still won't ever fully know them. which is true. there will always be things that you can't tell someone else, not because you don't want to for fear of rejection, but because there are no words for it. and thats okay. so then i was thinking about how we percieve other people. we have thoughts about other people because we see them from the oustide, and then we have thoughts about ourselves, but we're on the inside. it would be interesting to be able to see ourselves from the outside. i wonder if our views of oursleves would be different. maybe you would learn something about your character you never knew you had because you can't see they way you act, you only have your own perception. which could be awesome or could be horrible. ps - my great thought for the day.

with love,

Leah Joye.

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.sound.: death cab
05 February 2006 @ 10:07 pm
so icthy! silly tattoo. which my mother thinks is pretty! my dad told me it looked fake. i reassured him that the pain was real, so i'm hoping it lasts forever. it's healing well.

i've been moody lately. one minute i'll be fine and then the next i'll want to break down. i'd just like to say that i'm tired of dealing and i feel that that's all life is right now. i've got stuff i have to deal with. things i have to force myself not to think about and then things i need to figure out. luckily i've got Jesus on my side to help me out on those things. honestly i don't think i'd go on dealing if I didn't have someone taking on my problems for me.

mum and i might go shopping tomorrow, i could use some retail therapy. i tried to buy stuff the other day, but i couldn't see it making me happy. i just wanted some postal service! but alas it was either the album i didn't want or it was too much moneys. or both.

i should go to sleep soon. for the past two weeks i've either been going to bed too late or having really upsetting dreams. or both.

i started reading brave new world. i decided that i should probably read books that i should have read while in high school; animal farm, 1984, to kill a mocking bird, crime and punishment, you know fun stuff. i also need to finish Oliver Twist, i've been reading that book for almost three years now.

laundry calls my name.

goodnight lovers,

Leah Joye.
.sound.: postal service/stars/Hawksley
30 January 2006 @ 09:09 pm
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more to come.
23 May 2004 @ 08:02 pm
my bands cutting a demo june 19th. if only we had a name.
.sound.: Don't Explain (Dzihan & Kamien remix) - Billie Holiday
26 March 2004 @ 11:26 pm
hey children. so my journal will now be mostly friends only. ever so often i will write an entry dedicated to amanda and cody. you guys should just get a livejournal so you can read my journal...katie we need to start that club. if you want to be on my friends list and you're not, comment.

au revior.
11 March 2004 @ 01:34 pm
Passengers Seat

i roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

then looking upwards
i strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"do they collide?"
i ask and you smile.
with my feet on the dash
the world doesn't matter.

when you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
when you need directions then i'll be the guide
for all time.
for all time.

I'm going to make a mixed tape for my car. this will be the first song.suggestions are welcome.

Leah Joye
.sentiment.: cold....
.sound.: do you realize - flaming lips
21 February 2004 @ 12:17 pm
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.sound.: judy garland - craig cardiff