Sunday, December 30, 2012

Problem

Leave me alone.  I can blog whatever I want.  I don't need someone hurting me, all the time.  What's wrong with my blog now?  No curse words.  No threats.  Don't you get mad sometimes?  You do as much as you can, but you can't hurt anyone.  You try to be nice, but then people think everything is trying to hurt them.  The funniest thing happened at the mall, and I know you've probably sauced over it, in some way, in your own way.  So, you think I'm a nigger if I don't hurt you?!  HA!

Problem

Why should I care about you?  You keep saying things are true that aren't.

Also, why do you keep bringing up tight situations?  Are you a dodo?

Problem

You don't have to bring up things and associate bad things with good things to me.  What do you think I am?  Explain, dummy.  Why are you saying this is Ellen DeGeneres?  Why doesn't she seem to deny it?  How's that gonna help?  Gotta problem?  Or is it something complicated?  You can't just figure out some way to avoid this.  You're still wrong.  I know where you come from, both places.

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Respecting the Past

Ellen DeGeneres doesn't seem to respect the idea of negros looking back at their past, like a southern NYC feel.  My idea of New Orleans negros, not the black ladies wading in the streets (which is with atail of kids, seen most times in the city it seems ... some of you may never know) was being like attractive sorta in the Communications fie'ld.

I know I understand this and don't live it and other people kinda reject it.

What about things they preach in English and History, the "Harlem Renaissance."  '8I

What was your childhood like?

I wasn't allowed to play in some endless field or through a backyard.  So, I ate my ration and like I mean I could eat lots of sweets, but after I quit exercise for awhile and moved like I pretty much would bloat after any meal.  I don't know how I managed before martial arts once a week.  It had grappling.

Problem

Why do you want every experience to be like literal and not like interesting with things made up and feelings?

Problem

Why would you desire someone to be sorry for someone for being tacky?

Generation Weaknesses

What if what made you feel more like weak was "what" the generation below you did?  Did you think about people feeling weak about "what" their own generation "is allowed to do" in relation to Late Boom?  Because of the mean age of parents of peers?

Wrong Racial Decisions

People realize they were racist but don't realize it was wrong and that that can't be the reason.  How can you be philosophically ruled out with no explanation farted out?

Overcoming Obstacles

So, if you've had a problem a long time and everyone has the same problem, you meet Ellen DeGeneres and she tells you to just jump in the pool and change this fixture you have you can't overcome and that dictates the peak of your very life?

Problem

If I lived all over the U.S., why can you tell me otherwise?  Are you certified to do it?  Just a question.  It's not something you're allowed to do to just me..

Problem

I do not agree with my life ***ually following in the mistakes of my dad, like I had to decide to be like him, like fate.  Like, maybe he doesn't jump in.  I don't think he was the 1 who doesn't jump in because he's white but maybe part Jewish and "supposedly" a little part Native American indian.

Being "European"

So, my mom thinks I should do what I'm supposed to but doesn't seem to know why I seem like sickly but not like in a precious way but precious in a tacky way.  Why is my dad kinda fat but not like gruff?  Is that such a problem?  Why was he like that?

Hm.. Maybe, Americans are just exaggerated.

Problem

If other kids are so bad and have to be so submissive, why must I be pushed to be their comrade in crime?  I don't want to be submissive.  I don't think anyone cares if I'm good and makes my life impossible.  So, my conscience isn't guilty.  Wait, why do people think that's okay to believe that?  I mean, so maybe you do have that problem.  So, what, do I just get to talk to no one?  Or, like I noticed that nice people still like me.  I don't expect them to, but I don't want to get in a disagreement because of other people being jealous.

Problem

Why do you think I sit here and want people to know everything I do all the time via video camera?  That's just a fun thing.  If you're mad, you're not supposed to be with me.

Also, I don't want rubbed in the fact that it happens and maybe like it should mean nothing, in general.  HA!

Problem

I think Ellen DeGeneres has a problem with me when I moved to the New Orleans area.

Asia

I would know about Asians mixing in the world but am not from Texas, Australia, nor L.A.

So, there is a place in Asia I think called Indonchina, but I'm not sure, and there are countries there by China that loom Middle Eastern, like Nepal.  I met an attractive guy from another, let me see...Burma.  I know he was nice to me but didn't talk to me, I think.

So, Oriental Asia would include these countries with India as sorta the borderline:
(1) China
(2) Japan
(3) Thailand
(4) Vietnam
(5) Korea

Don't forget about the Filipins.

I bet most Asians would know like so much about this, like the kids would say, at least some in some areas or maybe most in some areas or most areas.  I'm not sure over in Asia.  I think they'd understand.  I think you're getting a lot of people like from Nepal getting popular online.  They look kinda like Filipinos but are from inland by China and India, so it's like Vietnam and I think seems to me like it was next to it.

Something Weird

Do you know know about people who fall asleep in logic, like say someone would say oh I think you did something for me but you're just worse than a piece of dirt trash, worse than nothing, because of your race, but some people like they are aware that they don't like their race, you know, what can you do, just stick your head in a hole of vacuum?

I do find it weird when some people think they are like more like Tim Burton than me.  I guess I don't really find it funny to be interested in Tim Burton.

Problem

Also, trying to help me from complaining at home is not gonna help because I don't think I complained a much as the year got on and I started ballet.  It seems like I may have complained until I went to a public high school.  So, I went all these years with nothing and now I try to do something and I get sorta this fartsy attitude from people like Tim Burton I feel, when I'm so nice and perfect, he like digs into your past like you're a wart.

Problems

I noticed a few things concerning the messages I'm getting about Ellen DeGeneres.

Maybe, she's a bit like has a horny shell from being Jewish, thinking she's special her mom's last name is Jewish.  I met someone here with a Jewish last name.  She's her age, Ginny Kopf, on my Facebook.  What I mean is I'm getting the message like there's some rough thing I didn't do.  You know?

Also, she seems to excuse everyone but me because of my race and won't admit in the end it will be wrong to just be racist to me and not admit it.  If I ever have an attitude, I'm not okay.  I didn't grow up saying, "Mom, I hate you," but other kids did, and she accepts those kids.

Back

I showered and seem to have cleaned up a bunch of stuff.  I'm doing my laundry and painted my nails.  I cut them today, too, do often.  Need to use my new clippers I got in a pack.  I cut my right middle fingernail at an angle I think on the right but evened it out to a good degree.

I also got 2 subs, a drink, and a dessert, at a gas station.

Bothered

I was bothered and crossed the road with a car on a green light.

I realized people are unaccepting about new people online because other people will dis the internet.

Also, why does Tim Burton think you need to know everything, in advance?

Why am I getting annoying messages from people I know when I make a statement or figure something out?

Why is Tim Burton being mean subconsciously the reason for every conversation?

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Eurasian

Anyone with any technical non-European has to make "the" Eurasian decision.

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A Message From the Opera Ghost

If they do local region musicals like "Starlight Express," they should bus over the artists who live there.

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Resting, Slowing Down

I've stopped trotting.

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History and High School and University

So, if I didn't do ballet would be to relax, blog, I guess be ready for college lectures and history, "historical," reading.

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My "Hairstyle" -3)

I am wearing a ponytail.

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Out and into the cold..

Dreams

So, 1st, I was at a college, which was like my music school.  There was this thin diction brunette teacher.  We all huddled to class from her.  I was attracted to her.  I came back.  For some reason, I imagined her carrying me.  1st, she like touched me, like put her arm around my body.  I was wearing a casual dress and she was like massaging my crotch but not like ***********.  After awhile, it felt perverted and I stopped when that happened.  I liked the 1st time I saw her and she felt sorry for me losing my female thing and it felt kinda like more subtle but strong and then something else.  I was unable to recreate the feeling and wanted to feel it all over a lot.  Then, I walked somewhere.  I was in this big like bathroom and finding a way to stimulate myself and it really worked but not like really good and my mom came in.  I was embarrassed, saw her leave, didn't see her come, and pretend I was doing something else.  I went to the front desk and it was about to close, whatever the place was.  I asked about how to be a member.  I followed a tall girl into the bathroom and found a stall, peed, while she showered and saw me go forward, another girl in there showering.  I thought 1 was using the toilet.  I said oh I peed on the floor and muttered some other things.  I found after awhile there was no toilet and that there were maybe 3 toilets arranged in the enclosure.  It was clean.  So, then, I found another little room there and wanted to stimulate myself.  I guess I came out and went to the front desk and found they took a photo ID of me with more of a triangular front to my face and a round head, my hair substantially covering the side of my face, a little curly-looking, like wavy ringlets.  I walked away, looking at my picture.

I don't remember what was most interesting, but I woke up to a good feeling, a strange idea I was in a, like, totally fuzzy short dress and had, some shaded white.

I don't remember what was best, I think it was anticipating the diction teacher.  I think I was skipping speech.  It was like a series of a few days.

The stimulating house was a nice place, don't know what the places other than the bathrooms were for.  I was talking to a little black dude who worked there, maybe 1 other black dude, 2 desks across the area facing each other on either side.

I know I had some dream where it was lite interacting with Ellen DeGeneres at a school.

Tired

Going back to bed.

I guess the walking made me tired.

I feel weighted down and kinda compressed with air sticking toward the top of me like a dropping or cover of snow.

Dreams

This 1 was neat.  I woke up and it felt like the position I thought it was like Ellen DeGeneres would be in.  I felt a made up person's boobs, kinda solid and strong and kinda like warm behind my shoulder blade.  In my dream, I was on the floor with my hands propped behind me.  I saw her finally come near me and smile, didn't look exactly like her, indented eyes and she said something with excitement and looked straight and me and was like gonna scoot over.  Then, she looked thin and kinda like a nurse.  I think something scary or annoying happened, for awhile, and I woke up.

I forget the next, but I think it was something to do with her like that.  Anyway, that was really neat, for some reason.

I think the 2nd 1, ah yes, I was walking around like a huge warehouse with a seemingly endless dome to do with class, with my cell phone I think.  The memory keeps waving in.  I just can't remember, though.  I think I was seeing a like supposed new version of Ellen DeGeneres.  Supposedly, yes, I was in Orlando and she was recording|filming there.  Maybe, that was another part.  She was like really like a stampede supposed to see me because I was there, not sure what else.  Maybe, like an hour on the weekend or what seemed like 20 minutes of her being frantic.  I was like part of something.  She taught a class, maybe a college, not like it was expected.  I, like anyone. was wondering who would go.  In the end, I thought it was L.A.  Something else happened.  It wasn't like she was clear in this dream, neither.