In the beginning...

I feel like a hypocrite creating a blog. I think it's a bit pretentious to think that people will actually want to look at this site and see what I am up to. But I guess I am falling in with the times, or at least trying to keep myself occupied from going into the kitchen and eating brownies.

So who am I?

My name is Leah. Not like the princess or asian last name. Pronounced LEE-ah. You would be surprised how many times people get that wrong even after I correct them politely, a-many-a-times. In fact it was about one week from finals when my TV Production teacher (who I have been working with for over 3 months) called me Lee. How nice it is to know that I leave a lasting impression...

If you haven't met me before let me tell you a bit about myself: First of all I'm surprised that you are still reading. I never really find myself that interesting unless I'm around people who get me. One of those people is my sister Cara. Pronounced CAR-ah. Mispronouciation goes hand in hand with Cara's name. Our parents were big on short names. She is my twin. Perhaps the smarter of the two of us, she is going to be a teacher... if anyone hires her. CALLING ALL SCHOOL DISTRICTS- MY SISTER CARA CAN TEACH CLASSES FROM K-6TH GRADE.

As for me my life has taken a bit of a turn. I got through my parents divorce, loss of a half-sister, evil stepmother (and by evil I mean Mormon), high school, spending a ridiculous amount of my life in a car, encephalitis, being super thin...then not, New York City and ended up in Morgan Hill. Yay my life! (sarcasm) I'll probably include that every now and then. Don't get me wrong, I have lived a very privliaged life and I know that I am very lucky.

If by chance I offend anyone reading this I apologize, but I also suggest you don't continue reading seeing as at times I am considered "sarcastic" or "cynical" or "too fond of stereotypes." I also make myself laugh quite easily. I am a nice person, really. In fact I try to make people like me... One thing I dislike most is tension and any type of awkwardness. Not only do I get embarrassed for myself but others too. It's something I'm trying to get over. But again, I stick with people who understand me. But don't most people do that anyway?
*Update: I couldn't hold back and I went to get myself a brownie...corner piece. In fact I could really love one of these:


Morgan Hill is a small 3 highway exit city with the population of conservatives and Mexicans. Take that how you wish. I work at a Starbucks and pretend I know details about coffee when people ask for my opinion. My opinion is coffee taste like dirt. Or "earthy" I have learned. I go to Gavilan Community College in Gilroy. I found that community college is a great self esteem booster. There are a lot of dumb people there. And not that I am brilliant, or talented, or amazing in any sense, but there are a lot of dumb people there. I hope to transfer to San Jose State next year and enter their Film/Radio/Television major. I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with my life career wise, but I hope to make some type of impact. Lately I have been thinking about writing, although I don't really know too much about it and I don't think it comes easily for me... so maybe not. However, lately I have been having strange dreams and have woken up thinking that they would be interesting films. And then of course I would forget what happened. But those subconcious thoughts remind me I have some creativity in me, even if I am only sleeping.

Lets end this post seeing as it's running long. I'll end by explaining the title. "Tiger Power." A bit obscure, but the story behind it is from my father. When my sister and I used to go bike riding in Oakland, whenever we got tired trying to ride up a big hill our dad would start yelling 'tiger power, tiger power.' It usually didn't pump us up like it was suppose to, but I remember it from my childhood as something that was funny and made me smile. Hopefully this blog won't be full of bitching and complaining, instead random thoughts and things I find funny and make me smile.

Here's to 2009. Thanks for reading.