Adorable blog of the moment

Inner Balance

Aww! This blogger is soooo adorable.... cute upper left picture, nice and neat layout, good color balance. And best of all, it was by an old lady! She's like in her 50's. Wow, when I first glanced at this blogger, I thought it was done by a teenager. She has the stylish taste of a person in her early twenties, and she talks as if she can fit into a clique in high school. This woman is awesome.

Look at her 100 things about me page. Isn't she just the most adorable old lady that you have ever seen? haha ^^;; okay, so she's not that old. She's actually younger than my mom, but yeah. That's really awesome how much webdesigning skills that she has. She totally broke the stereotypical sugar-cookie grandmother that most people would think about if they saw a picture of her. So adorable!

Oh yeah, that reminds me. [out of the blogger subject] I'm going to ask Christina's mom if she could hook me up with a job at a local retirement home. Christina told me that when she started working there at the age of 15, she got paid over 17 dollars an hour. Wow. I would be happy if I got paid half of that. o_O;;

Anywho. Today, I stopped by the Boardwalk to my old work and returned in some old work shirts. They gave me twenty dollars for two of the shirts that I returned.. the other two weren't registered, so I probably just borrowed it from someone or something. After that, I went to the arcade for a bit and played some DDR EX and PIU. After one of the songs on PIU was over, this punk-ass white skater boy turned around and yelled to his friend, "Some people just have no lives". Fucking. BAHHHH. I was about to go and jump him and start punching his face, or at least push him around a little bit and yell at him to say that to my face, but the little shit disappeared while LeAnne from the Boardwalk was trying to stop me. Stupid little absent-minded ignorant juvenile lacking of a brain moronic brainless shitface full of idiocy. Bah. I asked LeAnne's friend [err... forgot her name] what the time was, and I realised that I had to be at Lorraine's house in fourty minutes.

I go running towards the bus center, waited there for about 15 minutes and took the bus to my school [there was no bus that would take me to Lorraine's house]. From there, I started walking and I passed by the neighborhood that I grew up in. I looked like that guy from the "Singin' in the Rain" Broadway thing. But of course, it wasn't raining [thank God]. I passed by the SPCA, which closed down due to lack of fundings. I really wanted to work there for community service, too. Cry.

But seriously, I almost did cry when I passed Carrie's house. Carrie was the girl that died on September 22nd of 2001, along with her sister. She and her entire family was driving home in the rain, comming from some volounteer church thing. Some drunk of an idiot mother was driving in back of them, DRUNK, with her KIDS, and she fucking crashed onto their car [I'm not sure of the details]. So yeah, Carrie's parents were in front, while she and her sister sat in back. She and her sister immediately died. Her parents couldn't even bury her, because of her outer physical condition. Blahhhh. I'm against creme-mating [bleh I'm too lazy to spell correctly at the moment]. If anyone in my family died, I would have them get buried, so I could visit their graves. But yeah, it's a little creepy when you have to see that vase everyday in your living room. I would always get the chills and I would never be able to sleep at night.

I feel so sorry for Carrie's parents. Both of their daughters--their only kids--died on the same day. Fucking shit. It's not fair, I tell you. Not fair. They were good Christians, they always volounteered for everything, Carrie and Mandy [Carrie's sister] were FUCKING good kids. They were perfect. They were really nice, smart, beautiful. Fucking shit. The day that I found out about their deaths is the day that I really started hating God. Actually, even worse, I started NOT believing in him. That bastard. Religion is a bastard. I hate it. It makes you do wierd shit, believe in wierd shit, and DIE believing in SHIT. Bah. I should stop now before I get really pissed and start ranting about other shit that pissed me off today. Well, there was only one other thing, but that's not a big deal and I really don't care about it.