I want to be in Hunger Games, but what I most want is to meet Sarah Brightman, she's over Ellen DeGeneres cuz Ellen is so just into Portia..
If I had to chose between taking care of a family .. dunno @ having 1 anyway .. and bettering the arts and meeting different people, I'd wanna meet the people. Not any 1 person nonsense. I am interested in and need lots of people! I want other people to meet the same people I dream of meeting, not just thinking tossing it aside all the time cuz they gots more firend
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
And here's the latest.
I don't have anything against anyone in particularly.. The words "Go the Hell" and "k***" passed through my head. I did my job, otherwise. I don't tease around and stuff with what's important, like insistently and sincerely. It does seem I took pleasure in the after-affect.
Well, I cooked again, really good, beef with red wine and noodles. I hope it makes me skinny, comes from a health book, too bad I threw out the rest.
So, sorry, but I mean I guess I'm just sorta upset at this blow of messages. People are so picky. I hope to come out at least feeling happier. I don't like people that put on a mask to treat people inappropriately. They kid around and what what you got, really, they do that though. They expect to get things to come to them for being normal and when they don't get it, like me for no reason, they become upset with themselves and their background and lifestyle.
Well, I cooked again, really good, beef with red wine and noodles. I hope it makes me skinny, comes from a health book, too bad I threw out the rest.
So, sorry, but I mean I guess I'm just sorta upset at this blow of messages. People are so picky. I hope to come out at least feeling happier. I don't like people that put on a mask to treat people inappropriately. They kid around and what what you got, really, they do that though. They expect to get things to come to them for being normal and when they don't get it, like me for no reason, they become upset with themselves and their background and lifestyle.
What I Said
This is okay to do, to solve problems. You don't look at it as though I am attacking and being bad. It's a positive thing.
Weird Rules
You can't just make up stuff like that. You would have to make it so everyone has the same exception with you, too though. I really don't get these weird things because of things like the N word thing or me cursing. I was being attacked in my room with noises and the way the page loads.
Problem
Why are you threatening me? I didn't do anything. You can't take away my relationships. You're a liar! Stop playing around like bullshit.
You all, you people, are .. worthless for fearing my dad's stupidity. You people in the experiment need to shut up with your noises in my room. I DON'T WANT MY DAD INVOLVED LIKE THIS BC OF NELL BURTON!!
I'm not playing any games.
You all, you people, are .. worthless for fearing my dad's stupidity. You people in the experiment need to shut up with your noises in my room. I DON'T WANT MY DAD INVOLVED LIKE THIS BC OF NELL BURTON!!
I'm not playing any games.
What I Think
I'm not playing special games because of the N word thing with Nell Burton..
Also, I awoke to some insulting messages and I know it's "because" of something. I didn't get an answer, yet.
Why are you all rubbing people into me I don't like, don't think I want anyone rubbed into me. I don't have cooties. Why do I feel I am being criticized @ my story writing? Why would I wanna think about that if it doesn't matter? All you have to say is no one do such and such. I guess I will just take this message as something that doesn't matter, cuz I think it was just an idea. I don't wanna sit here and wonder. What, is my therapist gonna tell me? What's with all the annoying noises in here? I have to pay attention to the names I give people in my stories. I can't rule out names that sound like other people cuz that's too much and doesn't make sense. I think it was just done because of the N word thing which does not exist to me. I don't see the harm. Why are people just like babbling shit to me now? You post it. I am not gonna listen if it's not right.
Also, I awoke to some insulting messages and I know it's "because" of something. I didn't get an answer, yet.
Why are you all rubbing people into me I don't like, don't think I want anyone rubbed into me. I don't have cooties. Why do I feel I am being criticized @ my story writing? Why would I wanna think about that if it doesn't matter? All you have to say is no one do such and such. I guess I will just take this message as something that doesn't matter, cuz I think it was just an idea. I don't wanna sit here and wonder. What, is my therapist gonna tell me? What's with all the annoying noises in here? I have to pay attention to the names I give people in my stories. I can't rule out names that sound like other people cuz that's too much and doesn't make sense. I think it was just done because of the N word thing which does not exist to me. I don't see the harm. Why are people just like babbling shit to me now? You post it. I am not gonna listen if it's not right.
Woke Up
I guess people think they've been having an uncomfortable command on me. It didn't come out that nicely. They think I'm just to be tossed aside as though I expected too much attention, but I didn't and I don't have my own privacy. I don't really wonder what sparked it, but they were a little mean to me, what I said @ having privacy. I mean, what are they doing writing a story @ me? I wrote 1 yesterday, hope it was okay. It's as though when I included names of real people in a friendly setting even they didn't take to it. I posted it online, didn't talk to anyone @ it in real life. I'm sure it's okay for most people. I need it, the way I need to gossip, and I haven't had real explanation to not do it. It seems right. It's as though I did something wrong and people are just sorta sparking commands at me. No, I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not that simply fixated a person.. :/ Just let me know what's going on so I can understand and know I really got said messages that could permeate for wrong reasons. I mean, what if people want me to write stories with others's names? Plus, with most people, I know they don't care. I mean, I wouldn't mind. That's just a bit strange and I'm not sure what was said. My feelings are a bit hurt. I think it's because of my reaction to Frozen, but I mean I had everything lined up wasn't really mean about it. I know I have some dysfunctions in my brain and that I think of curse words, but I didn't mean anything bad. So? Why go attacking me like you want something you can't have? You think that's weird and don't know what I really mean cuz I don't mean anything bad?
Story Time
There was a young girl named Abigail with gold locks of curls tied back in braids. She was 12 years old. There were some younger boys, but that was it. The other girls, 1 was 14, a few were 16, and there were many who were like 18, 19, 20, and so forth. These were not magical witches as I've told before. These were normal people from humble times. They were by the dock, much like pirates. There were men busy and some with the boys. There was a lady with the girls named Samantha and several others discussing things with the oldest of these girls..
"Ugh!" Abigail said. The girls pulled her braids when she was in the way. Samantha picked up Abby and the other girls started a discussion. "So," said a pretty girl of 14 with medium locks and a cross about her neck. "What shall we play for this time?" "Ooh, I know," said Aruby age 16, "we'll play for a spot at the mines!" "Who wants to remember something like that," said the hostess, secretary, and now treasurer. Samantha came back alone and rallied up the girls. They all boarded the ship. Violet said, "Oh, my, are we cozy." The ship took off.
On the ship, the girls played jump rope. When it began to rain, they all went inside and lay down. It was a nice, big boat, made of wood and plastered off. They must be careful. "When will we get there," asked a little 1 named Molly.. "Oh," nursed Samantha, "we'll get there all right." "Go back to bed!" said Prudence, an older girl.
A girl named Holly age 21 was busy comforting and holding the 14-year-olds during the storm. They could not seem to relax knowing what was out there. They hoisted the flag to keep away lightening. Finally, they woke up and it was all over. "Lila," asked Holly, "May we please feed the little ones??" "Thanks for bringing that up." They all fed on pieces of cheese, tasty bread...., and hunks of sausage.
Jennifer, who was 27, went upstairs as the storm ended and had some serious talks with the older boys.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, a well-supplied island. "How long will we be here?" We're going to be here awhile until it's time to leave again.
Finally, they all hopped in and sailed off to Spain.
Some of the scared girls of 14 and 16 huddled with the ladies with their arms wrapped about. Abigail got the protected area and held onto her soft dolly while she ate some salty treat in private. Finally, they arrived at their next destination. It was a wonderfully stocked place full of lots of people. They watched them do the Flamenco and La Coo Coo Ra Cha, etc. The Tarantella!!!! They all stayed in tents while the men worked on building the house. Finally, house was done, and everyone moved inside. Some of them had birthdays, on this hot day nearing end of August. Abigail was given a kitty cat cuz she was so young still. She kept it in a little spot and fed it milk.
1 day they all went camping with others in the area they mingled with. Some wolves appeared, and the ladies took some of the girls and lifted them into the caravan while the men warded them off with fire.
They all arrived at a huge carival in France. A girl named Christina with plain black hair loved the tunnel of love, and her cheeks flushed at the sights and excitements. The littler girls clung to the older ladies, takean away by all the rides that were there. They all rode back.
It turned out they got sent away to do different jobs. Only Christina remained. She had a job helping Samantha and her new children. They had to move away. She was a detective. She continued her studies. She studied crime and havoc. Christina went away. Time was 1940. So.. She got put in a ballet company and emerged as a public figure as an actress in many movies and in more than 1 hit. She, too, had a family of her own, and they moved to Africa to study what was there. She had her cute little daughter Nilly and older son Petey. There were others from places like the U.S. and U.K. and former U.S.S.R., whatever that stood for. Soviet? They were mingling, and they ended up travelling more often having nice young lives with lots of other modern people.
This End
"Ugh!" Abigail said. The girls pulled her braids when she was in the way. Samantha picked up Abby and the other girls started a discussion. "So," said a pretty girl of 14 with medium locks and a cross about her neck. "What shall we play for this time?" "Ooh, I know," said Aruby age 16, "we'll play for a spot at the mines!" "Who wants to remember something like that," said the hostess, secretary, and now treasurer. Samantha came back alone and rallied up the girls. They all boarded the ship. Violet said, "Oh, my, are we cozy." The ship took off.
On the ship, the girls played jump rope. When it began to rain, they all went inside and lay down. It was a nice, big boat, made of wood and plastered off. They must be careful. "When will we get there," asked a little 1 named Molly.. "Oh," nursed Samantha, "we'll get there all right." "Go back to bed!" said Prudence, an older girl.
A girl named Holly age 21 was busy comforting and holding the 14-year-olds during the storm. They could not seem to relax knowing what was out there. They hoisted the flag to keep away lightening. Finally, they woke up and it was all over. "Lila," asked Holly, "May we please feed the little ones??" "Thanks for bringing that up." They all fed on pieces of cheese, tasty bread...., and hunks of sausage.
Jennifer, who was 27, went upstairs as the storm ended and had some serious talks with the older boys.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, a well-supplied island. "How long will we be here?" We're going to be here awhile until it's time to leave again.
Finally, they all hopped in and sailed off to Spain.
Some of the scared girls of 14 and 16 huddled with the ladies with their arms wrapped about. Abigail got the protected area and held onto her soft dolly while she ate some salty treat in private. Finally, they arrived at their next destination. It was a wonderfully stocked place full of lots of people. They watched them do the Flamenco and La Coo Coo Ra Cha, etc. The Tarantella!!!! They all stayed in tents while the men worked on building the house. Finally, house was done, and everyone moved inside. Some of them had birthdays, on this hot day nearing end of August. Abigail was given a kitty cat cuz she was so young still. She kept it in a little spot and fed it milk.
1 day they all went camping with others in the area they mingled with. Some wolves appeared, and the ladies took some of the girls and lifted them into the caravan while the men warded them off with fire.
They all arrived at a huge carival in France. A girl named Christina with plain black hair loved the tunnel of love, and her cheeks flushed at the sights and excitements. The littler girls clung to the older ladies, takean away by all the rides that were there. They all rode back.
It turned out they got sent away to do different jobs. Only Christina remained. She had a job helping Samantha and her new children. They had to move away. She was a detective. She continued her studies. She studied crime and havoc. Christina went away. Time was 1940. So.. She got put in a ballet company and emerged as a public figure as an actress in many movies and in more than 1 hit. She, too, had a family of her own, and they moved to Africa to study what was there. She had her cute little daughter Nilly and older son Petey. There were others from places like the U.S. and U.K. and former U.S.S.R., whatever that stood for. Soviet? They were mingling, and they ended up travelling more often having nice young lives with lots of other modern people.
This End
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My dad wanted to envision I did something wrong and that people got me in my room to feel sorry for an accomplishment because they don't possess an IQ.. See, it's too embarrassing to talk @. I have to confide in my blog. I wouldn't mind color categorizing it with more options technically. I can be on top of my life and feel good @ it, while my puny-ego-'d dad sniffs around for me. I didn't do anything wrong, and you are wrong to hurt me so! So, so much. You should be treated how you treat others. I need to be left alone.. not left in the dust for your own folly and play.. I wanted a life in my room and no medicine. I didn't even get that much sleep today. I am in a special condition, and you're busy messing with me. I have my own life, and I intend to keep it that way.
You, experimenter stay outta this. My parents are playing around. I am feeling my female parts ruined more.. Playing around with a boy from England! How can this be? THANKS A LOT JOHNNY DEPP. Thanks
for making the world go psycho.
My opinion of you all is you're too lazy to be interested to look up someone you're jealuos of like Sarah Brightman or who you want to meet or even know.
WHAT'S MY MOM DOING. You all are indecent for me to have kids! What is this perversion?! Or is it someone else, too? Just shittin' around?! Stop knocking out people. This shit is from TIM BURTON but
it's your fault. It's from his reign. Is there something wrong?
You, experimenter stay outta this. My parents are playing around. I am feeling my female parts ruined more.. Playing around with a boy from England! How can this be? THANKS A LOT JOHNNY DEPP. Thanks
for making the world go psycho.
My opinion of you all is you're too lazy to be interested to look up someone you're jealuos of like Sarah Brightman or who you want to meet or even know.
WHAT'S MY MOM DOING. You all are indecent for me to have kids! What is this perversion?! Or is it someone else, too? Just shittin' around?! Stop knocking out people. This shit is from TIM BURTON but
it's your fault. It's from his reign. Is there something wrong?
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