Thursday, October 18, 2012
More
When I watch a video on YouTube, usually mine, I see the bar pop up at the bottom sometimes 5 times a song.
f.y.i.
She did it to my brother's future daughter first, explained at some point in my blog. Ah, yes, when we were at Epcot, my brother shoved the Chinese food at my dad, probably because he was being mean to him about feeling it was special he got his wisdom teeth removed. Then, my dad went haywire. He doesn't seem to do this to other people. I can't stand people who think they're good but play with if other people are really good. It's like they don't want to be friends and don't want them to make friends.
How Worthless
I get hints of being menialized by my aunt. I think she just called my future son stupid and my brother's and I's future daughters invalids. I said something about stupid animals, big, clunky, stupid animals.
I also said that lots of people call people the n word. It doesn't matter because I thought someone wanted me to do it. Why does it matter how old you are?
I also said that lots of people call people the n word. It doesn't matter because I thought someone wanted me to do it. Why does it matter how old you are?
More Sad News
When I load a profile picture to Twitter, if I load it in the original size, it says I didn't load a picture.
Opera
When I load my singing to YouTube, when I go to edit the boxes as I load, the mouse butterflies over it, like the Chinese|Oriental story opera, Madame Butterfly.
Didn't have to.
I didn't have to edit the last one.
Also, when I copy my posts, frequently, I have to get the first letter|s again, from Notepad-
Stupid English People ~ I am not Johnny frickin' Depp.
Why do they have to get it out with me? I am not Johnny frickin' Depp.
Blogger and YouTube
http://christina-fl86.blogspot.com/2012/10/blogger.html
http://christina-fl86.blogspot.com/2012/10/blogger-is-weird.html
When I load on YouTube, I have to load each song, individually.
I get the vibe it's because of people older than me tackily sucking up to my grandma, who was a storekeeper or booker at her brother's craft store, where she was fired from when having an operation. My dad went to the hospital recently for kidney stones, and my 2nd cousin did at one point. She has 2 kids, and her son is half African.
http://christina-fl86.blogspot.com/2012/10/blogger-is-weird.html
When I load on YouTube, I have to load each song, individually.
I get the vibe it's because of people older than me tackily sucking up to my grandma, who was a storekeeper or booker at her brother's craft store, where she was fired from when having an operation. My dad went to the hospital recently for kidney stones, and my 2nd cousin did at one point. She has 2 kids, and her son is half African.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
My Weird Life
About Me
"I've had a rather weird life. I did lots of activities in school, this one or these 2 years, high school. I've always done something or some things. I've liked drawing since I was 3 and gymnastics since I was 1 3|4. I did tennis with my brother at 11 and my friend until I moved at 12 and did it until after I started college, same with martial arts but since age 12. I started these 2 things after my brother. I also did modeling at JCPenney with my tennis teacher's wife. He was probably in his early 70s. My piano teacher I finally got was probably in her 70s, Italian, and from the Bronx, I think, and got certificates at Juilliard. She used to play, and people in the neighborhood heard her. Her husband didn't want her to play, so she stopped. She was really like automatic, like I was crap. I was highly esteemed in piano, since I started at 9 1|2 and played at church until I moved and then played organ. I also majored in organ. It was my secondary instrument, and then I made it my major instrument after I was kicked out of piano and voice and my major in Music Education and went up north. I took special art classes at 9, walked after school, in the nation's oldest continuing city, which was Spanish, until my grandma gave us her car and I did piano. There was no ballet, and that's why I quit gymnastics. I wanted a harder ballet school and thought they were racist when we lived in not so south Southeastern Florida but near where I'm from originally... My mom never found another school. I said I wanted to get out, though, when she asked after I informed her of my intentions. I did ballet when we moved to the New Orleans area at 12, starting when I was 12 1|2. I looked at a modern school first and was upset it was once a week. They wanted me to wait, but I didn't. It fixed my scoliosis I just got. I noticed my back went back, and I seemed fatter, before we moved. I didn't seem as detailed when we moved. The reason I became feminine was from reading books of people in America from a long time ago, but that was just American Girls and before the Little House Books. I got up to the Long Winter but have looked through the books ahead. I used to read Zoo Books from front to cover when I was 8. Well, I'm gonna go, now, to take a shower and do something else, I think."
"I've had a rather weird life. I did lots of activities in school, this one or these 2 years, high school. I've always done something or some things. I've liked drawing since I was 3 and gymnastics since I was 1 3|4. I did tennis with my brother at 11 and my friend until I moved at 12 and did it until after I started college, same with martial arts but since age 12. I started these 2 things after my brother. I also did modeling at JCPenney with my tennis teacher's wife. He was probably in his early 70s. My piano teacher I finally got was probably in her 70s, Italian, and from the Bronx, I think, and got certificates at Juilliard. She used to play, and people in the neighborhood heard her. Her husband didn't want her to play, so she stopped. She was really like automatic, like I was crap. I was highly esteemed in piano, since I started at 9 1|2 and played at church until I moved and then played organ. I also majored in organ. It was my secondary instrument, and then I made it my major instrument after I was kicked out of piano and voice and my major in Music Education and went up north. I took special art classes at 9, walked after school, in the nation's oldest continuing city, which was Spanish, until my grandma gave us her car and I did piano. There was no ballet, and that's why I quit gymnastics. I wanted a harder ballet school and thought they were racist when we lived in not so south Southeastern Florida but near where I'm from originally... My mom never found another school. I said I wanted to get out, though, when she asked after I informed her of my intentions. I did ballet when we moved to the New Orleans area at 12, starting when I was 12 1|2. I looked at a modern school first and was upset it was once a week. They wanted me to wait, but I didn't. It fixed my scoliosis I just got. I noticed my back went back, and I seemed fatter, before we moved. I didn't seem as detailed when we moved. The reason I became feminine was from reading books of people in America from a long time ago, but that was just American Girls and before the Little House Books. I got up to the Long Winter but have looked through the books ahead. I used to read Zoo Books from front to cover when I was 8. Well, I'm gonna go, now, to take a shower and do something else, I think."
Halloween
About Me
"I was Dorothy for Halloween when I was 10 and 11. I wore a different jean jumper over a white T-shirt. I had a basket. My friend with white hair got a real costume of it one Halloween, which was weird in the nation's oldest continuing city, weird to find.
When I lived in the nation's oldest continuing city, I went to a Woolsworth that closed. I wanted a striped small backpack, probably blue, probably navy blue. I had money for my birthday, maybe from my older aunt. My mom seemed to like me to get a purse. I got a leather, patched black one, downtown, old buildings. Woolsworth soon shut down, and I had spent my money. My favorite restaurants there closed down, Pizza Garden, which had thick Sicilian pizza, and it was of high quality, very neat, with a place to eat outside, in the outskirts of downtown, an old Spanish city. It's from 1565, I think. Also, there was the Heritage Walkway on Saint George Street, which I passed when I walked to school sometimes, with my mom and brother. You go down a line of shops and there's a bar. I got a little pizza that was really good an often got lemonade. I didn't like it when I was little but first shared it with my dad at a festival. I loved it so much. It was so substantial and complex. I was 7, I think. I remember seeing younger boys with cheap plastic cups of beer, and it horrified me. My dad worked the kiddie stuff in 2 places. In the 1st, we even had a Thanksgiving festival. I saw someone do a somersault in the air there, an older boy I think, and I couldn't believe it. My dad broke or rather did something to his knee when we moved again when he worked a basketball booth, in the New Orleans area, his first injury, the 2nd being the other knee when we moved to Orlando. He got surgery again, and I spent money on my store cards that they're not paying, ever. Something else interesting is in the Wax Museum, which I lost the video of with my computer and probably made private on YouTube, I'm pretty sure, for some reason, or deleted, they had a substantial block set for Michael Jackson I remember leaning over in a graveyard, which might have been 20 feet. There was this sinister music that featured crackling laughing at the end, and it made me like jump out of my skin that they'd be that retarded. My dad told me it was one of his songs. Speaking of which, when I lived there, there was a place for retired nuns, and it was so funny when someone thought it was "retarded" as we walked to something, not sure what, maybe church. We lived at the oldest parish in the nation, Catholic, which was burned down. We walked to church once a week. I was in choir then, too, and once a week on Sundays. Before, I was at church every week and an alter server, did gymnastics once a week and baton. I wasn't allowed to carry the cross under one older lady and was so enraged. I was 7, I think. I couldn't be an alter server if I was in choir next. There was no choir for kids in the New Orleans area. They made a Youth Choir, though, and I played keyboard in it. It was an old-looking church. It was kinda exciting. I did Youth Group, too. I liked touring, walking around the churches in New Orleans. I saw the Saint Louis Cathedral. When I went to arts school in New Orleans, my teacher had red hair, a guy, and he played guitar. He played there. He played the end song with the girl and Nutcracker, too, and it inspired me so much because I did ballet. It just overcame me. I went there one year on Saturdays and before with everyone else in the summer and got the highest award, along with another girl with strawberry hair dyed red, who stayed in a hotel, while I was in the nice dorms of my future college, which were the only ones I couldn't stay in because I didn't have a group. That girl got to play Titanic with others, piano, and I did the duet with her, the performance. I played that, the real version, when I was 11|12, in 1998, starting at age 9 1|2. I was very advanced. I practiced the same stuff before I started, and I never told my teacher. She did get mad at me later. I did an easy version of Moonlight Sonata. I wanted to play for the senior play my first year of high school, was recommended by someone knowing I was trying out for Talented Music for the first semester of my second year. My mom didn't know about trying out that much in advance. The teacher ended up playing. She took out the hard stuff, but this boy I liked was impressed I could do Moonlight Sonata, the beginning and probably an easy version but maybe not. When I didn't get an A in American History Gifted, the music teacher from before came back and counseled me but didn't convince me out of the class. I think my aunt gave me the music I played before for my first piano lessons."
"I was Dorothy for Halloween when I was 10 and 11. I wore a different jean jumper over a white T-shirt. I had a basket. My friend with white hair got a real costume of it one Halloween, which was weird in the nation's oldest continuing city, weird to find.
When I lived in the nation's oldest continuing city, I went to a Woolsworth that closed. I wanted a striped small backpack, probably blue, probably navy blue. I had money for my birthday, maybe from my older aunt. My mom seemed to like me to get a purse. I got a leather, patched black one, downtown, old buildings. Woolsworth soon shut down, and I had spent my money. My favorite restaurants there closed down, Pizza Garden, which had thick Sicilian pizza, and it was of high quality, very neat, with a place to eat outside, in the outskirts of downtown, an old Spanish city. It's from 1565, I think. Also, there was the Heritage Walkway on Saint George Street, which I passed when I walked to school sometimes, with my mom and brother. You go down a line of shops and there's a bar. I got a little pizza that was really good an often got lemonade. I didn't like it when I was little but first shared it with my dad at a festival. I loved it so much. It was so substantial and complex. I was 7, I think. I remember seeing younger boys with cheap plastic cups of beer, and it horrified me. My dad worked the kiddie stuff in 2 places. In the 1st, we even had a Thanksgiving festival. I saw someone do a somersault in the air there, an older boy I think, and I couldn't believe it. My dad broke or rather did something to his knee when we moved again when he worked a basketball booth, in the New Orleans area, his first injury, the 2nd being the other knee when we moved to Orlando. He got surgery again, and I spent money on my store cards that they're not paying, ever. Something else interesting is in the Wax Museum, which I lost the video of with my computer and probably made private on YouTube, I'm pretty sure, for some reason, or deleted, they had a substantial block set for Michael Jackson I remember leaning over in a graveyard, which might have been 20 feet. There was this sinister music that featured crackling laughing at the end, and it made me like jump out of my skin that they'd be that retarded. My dad told me it was one of his songs. Speaking of which, when I lived there, there was a place for retired nuns, and it was so funny when someone thought it was "retarded" as we walked to something, not sure what, maybe church. We lived at the oldest parish in the nation, Catholic, which was burned down. We walked to church once a week. I was in choir then, too, and once a week on Sundays. Before, I was at church every week and an alter server, did gymnastics once a week and baton. I wasn't allowed to carry the cross under one older lady and was so enraged. I was 7, I think. I couldn't be an alter server if I was in choir next. There was no choir for kids in the New Orleans area. They made a Youth Choir, though, and I played keyboard in it. It was an old-looking church. It was kinda exciting. I did Youth Group, too. I liked touring, walking around the churches in New Orleans. I saw the Saint Louis Cathedral. When I went to arts school in New Orleans, my teacher had red hair, a guy, and he played guitar. He played there. He played the end song with the girl and Nutcracker, too, and it inspired me so much because I did ballet. It just overcame me. I went there one year on Saturdays and before with everyone else in the summer and got the highest award, along with another girl with strawberry hair dyed red, who stayed in a hotel, while I was in the nice dorms of my future college, which were the only ones I couldn't stay in because I didn't have a group. That girl got to play Titanic with others, piano, and I did the duet with her, the performance. I played that, the real version, when I was 11|12, in 1998, starting at age 9 1|2. I was very advanced. I practiced the same stuff before I started, and I never told my teacher. She did get mad at me later. I did an easy version of Moonlight Sonata. I wanted to play for the senior play my first year of high school, was recommended by someone knowing I was trying out for Talented Music for the first semester of my second year. My mom didn't know about trying out that much in advance. The teacher ended up playing. She took out the hard stuff, but this boy I liked was impressed I could do Moonlight Sonata, the beginning and probably an easy version but maybe not. When I didn't get an A in American History Gifted, the music teacher from before came back and counseled me but didn't convince me out of the class. I think my aunt gave me the music I played before for my first piano lessons."
Ellen DeGeneres
So, first we go to Epcot and my brother gets antsy about something, well kinda sharp. Then, my aunt contends that my dad is older and in authority, after she picks this idea up from a boy from England I talk to. She acts like my brother's daughter will be gay. Well, same for you and for her likes, if that's okay, though it shouldn't be necessary... I don't mean it literally, but I am mixed and don't know how to get across my thoughts, I hope you knew... :( Then, she acts like my daughter will be an invalid. I just find that simply bad because of the n word thing, on top of other weird things that have happened to me or that I did, sorta meshed together.
About Ellen DeGeneres, it seems we've decided that simply my brother will pointedly off his feeling of his daughter. He was mean to me about mine, and I thought the same thing ricocheted in worth over me. He seemed to have an orgasm, and I'm worried that was supposed to be his future daughter! D^8{'
Okay, I'm taking a shower!
I did get the feeling back and that no one would have kids for no reason, this as I was running, the first I think about my house, alone.
Reminds me, my dad only takes long walks for his sisters. He now treats them with more of a proper respect than me and my mom. Hard to think about before.
About Ellen DeGeneres, it seems we've decided that simply my brother will pointedly off his feeling of his daughter. He was mean to me about mine, and I thought the same thing ricocheted in worth over me. He seemed to have an orgasm, and I'm worried that was supposed to be his future daughter! D^8{'
Okay, I'm taking a shower!
I did get the feeling back and that no one would have kids for no reason, this as I was running, the first I think about my house, alone.
Reminds me, my dad only takes long walks for his sisters. He now treats them with more of a proper respect than me and my mom. Hard to think about before.
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