tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57576944577747709642011-04-21T15:26:06.846-07:00Spiralysishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274256067180395273noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757694457774770964.post-80080554111737055932008-08-28T11:53:00.000-07:002008-08-28T12:25:50.644-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Having no choice but to travel to the local shopping center last night (Thursday) I had no idea what I was in for!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />How in the hell can it be so difficult to find a parking spot in a HUGE car park on a week night? Everybody can not seriously need to be at this</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> shopping center at the same time. Being a teacher I generally have been commended on the incredible patience I generally practice, however there is something about this situation that I can not handle very well. Walking throughout the shopping center I was confronted with the imagery of probably 98% of the human population inside to some degree attempting to impress everyone in their vicinity. Whether it be with the clothes they're wearing, or their hair do, stance, 'style' it just makes me soooo sick! The vast majority of these individuals would have been no older than 17 years of age as well.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Why do teenagers have such low self esteem? Why is it they need to do everything they possibly can to change themselves as much as they can to feel accepted by their peers. In actual</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> fact they are probably all standing around feeling just as uncomfortable as one another. It is so much easier just to be yourself, not be corrupted by </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">the music/fashion business and to do what you want. This will not only make you happier, it will naturally attract more like minded people into your friendship groups.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />You are probably wondering what I was mad at. I just get so repulsed by the fact that everyone and everything is so damn fake. It is all just so very wrong!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />And what is the deal with guys having to wear their caps crooked? Now that is something for another time! JUST PUT THE DAMN THING ON STRAIGHT YOU IMBECILE!</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcF5VvPruN8/SLb6UZiP9hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yG4MyrRkJI0/s1600-h/50cent_1024.sized.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcF5VvPruN8/SLb6UZiP9hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/yG4MyrRkJI0/s320/50cent_1024.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239650444851017234" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Look at me, I am an idiot </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;">because I don't know how<br />to dress myself and wear<br />a cap properly!"<br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcF5VvPruN8/SLb7a211nmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6OJJWLi5alA/s1600-h/port-and-company-sandwich-bill-baseball-cap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XcF5VvPruN8/SLb7a211nmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6OJJWLi5alA/s320/port-and-company-sandwich-bill-baseball-cap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239651655308648034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"I am smart and will attract more<br />ladies because I DO know how to<br />wear a cap properly</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">!"</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757694457774770964-8008055411173705593?l=spiralysis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Spiralysishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274256067180395273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5757694457774770964.post-30058384049527446332008-08-26T12:58:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:09:22.972-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now don't get me wrong, I enjoyed watching certain parts of the Olympic Games. In particular the track Cycling and Table Tennis.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">However...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yesterday I turned the television on to the normal breakfast show to see the program eagerly awaiting the arrival home of our athletes. WHAT THE? I could not believe it. I was so disgusted with what I saw. Here was the Prime Minister of the country in which I live awaiting at the top of the stairs which exit the aircraft to shake the hand of every athlete! These competitors have spent the vast majority of their lives being a nuisance to everyone, having to make training session, competitons, being completely selfish etc because of a need to win a gold medal for themselves. However here are a few other professions e.g. Teachers, Nurses, Personal carers (and many many more whom devote their entire lives to improving the lives of others, yet all they do is get knocked down. DISGUSTING! I haven't once seen the Prime Minister of my country waiting to shake the hand of our soldiers arriving home from battle!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now tell me honestly, who is more deserving of that 'privalliage'? Soldiers, or Athletes?</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5757694457774770964-3005838404952744633?l=spiralysis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Spiralysishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00274256067180395273noreply@blogger.com0