Welcome to Crack McMoney

Sorry it's taken me soooo long to get something up here!
I have been without internet for almost two months now
--that's like a lifetime in teenager years.

The internet guy came today to set it up, but he didn't really know what he was doing; I think he was training, so when he stepped out, I fixed it!

Yeah, I'm pretty much a giant geek--except I suck at any video games.

So anyways, I'm going to devote this blog to my new life in Drug Town.
I've been here for a week and a day now and this is my conclusion of my observations in the time thus far spent:
1. The World's worst drivers reside here.
2. The air smells HORRENDOUS!
3. Stay off the roads at 5 a.m & 5 p.m-6:30 p.m. Traffic is awful then!
4. Mumbling in a different language is dangerous--there are MANY other cultures here.
5. People here are super friendly! Even little boys hold the door open for you.
6. Sacrament meeting is pretty dry, but the rest of church is surprisingly pleasant.
7. The rich people are super hospitable.

well, that's about it. I haven't been able to get out much lately. I'm lending my car to my uncle for a while, so I've spent the vast majority of the week in my house. I did some baking on Monday. I made like thirty some cupcakes & attempted to deliver them to the neighbors. Well, let me tell you something, these people are NEVER home!
I sat at the huge window in my living room & waited for SOMEONE to get home. The neighbor across the street got home around four thirty, so I gave him about twenty minutes to make himself at home before I'd annoy him. It was ten to five when I ran over with a load of cupcakes on a paper plate [ mother said not to send em with our plates because she doesn't know what kind of people they were--rude, i know]. I gave that door the knocking of a lifetime. Waited for what felt like an eternity, when finally I heard him throw some animal out of his way [i think it was a cat], he opened the door with a super friendly smile and greeted me with "You must be the fresh blood across the street". I smiled, not knowing if that was creepy or funny. But here's the rich part, I handed him the plate and he got really quiet. I looked at him kinda crooked and said "what? these not good enough for you?"[joking, of course!]. He chuckled and told me that he was diabetic, but he'd be more than glad to shove them down his wife's throat, and when she's not looking, stuff his own mouth with one of my sugary desert. Nice guy. :]

I pretty much have my own little apartment here. I have like a little living room & a bathroom attached to my bedroom and a little fireplace. It's not Cherry Grove, but I mean--it's kinda cozy.

Well, it's almost dinner time & I've got some cooking to do, so I guess this is it for today. I'm sure I'll be back on here come tomorrow.

Go green & keep peace!
Larissa Mormon. xox