Monday, October 29, 2012
Enflamed
Why are Tim Burton and Johnny Depp so mean? Let's just be mean, back. Wait, isn't it other people who try to be like them? They aren't really normal. I can see their ways, but they don't really explain it. I'm not sure what's wrong with mine.
Germans
Ugh! I'm so annoyed by mixed Germans. What I hate most is when everyone but the people I don't like or some people whom I have not met act like they're in a relationship with me yet don't want to be.
Some people have really bothered me. For instance, I have to live with my parents.
Some people have really bothered me. For instance, I have to live with my parents.
Dream
I was getting a shot. They made a big hole in my arm. It was about like the size of a tip of a crayon or a little bigger than a sunflower seed tip. I was trying to disinfect what would be the hole, which was covered like with a sleeve. The man squirted it down the hole. I got my shot, whatever it was. They poked a small feathery needle in me at the top of my flesh then dug it in all the way to the bottom. For some reason, I was feeling something else sharp. Anyway, after the shot, there was a little fountain of gooey blood that kept reproducing but nt flooding. I got a picture of two and a dark video of it when it stopped overflowing as much. We were on a plane. There were some old ladies still behind us. We were making sure we didn't leave anything. For some reason, my boxed set of the Little House books and a large set of American Girl books, a set of like maybe checkered books of a set of like 5 with one missing, another set with I don't remember at the moment. My mom said to leave then, but I'm not sure why.
Johnny Depp
What's been barking up his tree?
I noticed a trend in his actions. I just get certain messages from his vibes. Like, he makes you feel so guilty if you're imperfect. He thinks he's more from Florida, but he's not. Tim Burton made him believe this.
I noticed a trend in his actions. I just get certain messages from his vibes. Like, he makes you feel so guilty if you're imperfect. He thinks he's more from Florida, but he's not. Tim Burton made him believe this.
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Why can't you idiots even say what you mean in the first place.
Stop acting all cool getting in my face like you're even something. Literally, you're attacking me right in my brain. It's possible.
Why do you so hope that someone is right just because they're older than you? You really can't protect the desire to attack me, unless I'm with people I don't know well.
Someone was tending to me when I was with my brother and maybe someone else. I was depressed, I think about my brother.
I'm also worried because I have to channel in thoughts of others, and I know it makes people who know them very mad. I don't know if they'll completely understand.
Stop acting all cool getting in my face like you're even something. Literally, you're attacking me right in my brain. It's possible.
Why do you so hope that someone is right just because they're older than you? You really can't protect the desire to attack me, unless I'm with people I don't know well.
Someone was tending to me when I was with my brother and maybe someone else. I was depressed, I think about my brother.
I'm also worried because I have to channel in thoughts of others, and I know it makes people who know them very mad. I don't know if they'll completely understand.
Stop!
... You can't just keep reacting to me in private, every time I make a fighting point. I have a right to defend myself. Someone call 911!
The problem is psychologists won't do anything. My dad backed off when I said I'd get a psychiatrist ... my parents gaped at me like I was shit and I stood corrected.
I need my parents for money and stuff. I don't drive. Then, I will proceed to arrest Ellen DeGeneres, along with Jimmy Fallon, Jay Leno, David Letterman, Bethenny Frankel ... Johnny Depp!
The problem is psychologists won't do anything. My dad backed off when I said I'd get a psychiatrist ... my parents gaped at me like I was shit and I stood corrected.
I need my parents for money and stuff. I don't drive. Then, I will proceed to arrest Ellen DeGeneres, along with Jimmy Fallon, Jay Leno, David Letterman, Bethenny Frankel ... Johnny Depp!
Don't bark at me!
So what if I said r*******? I already meant to say that. That's what I meant. I can say it. 80 You can't hurt me for using a word. If you're wondering, it shouldn't rub off on me, if you attempt to use it at me.
Gay R******
Why do some people like bark and circle at you ... your thoughts ... you find they've been overly prepared and have no substance. They are so enraptured and think they're all so cool to you but that you're taking their time. ^o^ *vulture lands* It's not literally something you did. In fact, it's not even something I desire. I guess a thought that would come up would be what would happen otherwise. Well, I'd deal with it. I suppose people want to take away my ability to feel, but I would have gotten that, anyway. I think.
So, like, these people are totally in your mind and don't let you develop your thoughts, give you no freedom. It's loud and annoying in thought. It tells you you're retarded.
So, like, these people are totally in your mind and don't let you develop your thoughts, give you no freedom. It's loud and annoying in thought. It tells you you're retarded.
Dream
With the boy, it was like bleak but colorful bleak. Maybe, the car, it was a convertible, kinda cartoony but not really. I saw a shadow of his dad with like a curly wisp of hair saying there'd be no thoughts around the house or something.
Dream
So, I was talking to my dad, too. He was just showing off. I said to call 911! I went in a room with my brother when he was like 4, and I found a little cell phone and called. It had purple light up in the background. I'm not sure what happened.
I was taking some pictures with me as I left. People were getting them for me. They were in plastic wrappings.
So, yea, there were knives flying through windows. My dad was thinking, "You cannot get me." He was lying on the ground after one knife we threw.
In case you didn't notice, he wasn't fighting my mom, but she was just lying on the floor and decided to get serious and I guess threw a knife straight at him. It probably inadvertently missed. I think she was in a room, a new looking room, kinda like off kitty cornered.
So, I'm annoyed because that was really taxing for maybe 10 minutes. I was keeping him from punching me. Sometimes or once I physically got him and got behind him.
I'm not sure what ticked him so.
I was taking some pictures with me as I left. People were getting them for me. They were in plastic wrappings.
So, yea, there were knives flying through windows. My dad was thinking, "You cannot get me." He was lying on the ground after one knife we threw.
In case you didn't notice, he wasn't fighting my mom, but she was just lying on the floor and decided to get serious and I guess threw a knife straight at him. It probably inadvertently missed. I think she was in a room, a new looking room, kinda like off kitty cornered.
So, I'm annoyed because that was really taxing for maybe 10 minutes. I was keeping him from punching me. Sometimes or once I physically got him and got behind him.
I'm not sure what ticked him so.
Ellen DeGeneres
Why does she impress you and like act like she has to be mean to you for not being literal? It's become rather violent. It really bothers me. I'm not even talking to her.
Dream
Hello?
I was dodging constantly and physically fighting my dad's desire to knock me out. My mom and I were even fighting with him with knives and something else.
There was a scene when I was with her as a little girl.
I dreamed that my thumb had been partially cut off, something I'd known before. My brother had cut off his 2 middle fingers.
I was fighting my dad for a long time. It was very hard and very stressful, but I knew it wasn't real but was very annoyed and managed to keep up with the thought of him.
Some people picked me up as we left, one girl with a mom born in 1958, and an older woman. I was leaving with a boy, immediately, who was shy of his father.
It was so stressful fighting my dad. We had to let him know we wouldn't really hurt him.
Something ... I forget. Ah, yes, my grandma. She was there at the beginning, a bit nasty, but left.
I was dodging constantly and physically fighting my dad's desire to knock me out. My mom and I were even fighting with him with knives and something else.
There was a scene when I was with her as a little girl.
I dreamed that my thumb had been partially cut off, something I'd known before. My brother had cut off his 2 middle fingers.
I was fighting my dad for a long time. It was very hard and very stressful, but I knew it wasn't real but was very annoyed and managed to keep up with the thought of him.
Some people picked me up as we left, one girl with a mom born in 1958, and an older woman. I was leaving with a boy, immediately, who was shy of his father.
It was so stressful fighting my dad. We had to let him know we wouldn't really hurt him.
Something ... I forget. Ah, yes, my grandma. She was there at the beginning, a bit nasty, but left.
Story - Ellen's Infamous Misadventures
Once there was a lady named Ellen with a daughter named Teresa. She was 13 or 14. She had a sister who was 15 named Chloe. Ellen hired a babysitter named Christina. She paid her enough money to get 3 meals a day. Christina did her homework while she babysitted and then went out to eat and then went to bed.
Ellen was a rich, famous, and powerful witch. She liked to wear pink, droppy robes with a green sash with a large, ornate clip in the center of it. Sometimes, she wore a hat and wore boots. She came home and picked up her youngest daughter and sent her to bed. She cast a spell on the house and proceeded out with Chloe. They were investigating a murder. The criminal was nowhere to be found. Some demonic birds flew away as they reached the scene.
Christina got a buzz on her computer at 3 A.M. on a Friday, Teresa howling in agony, a pity, poor thing, so meek and squeaky! She rushed over in the night in her cheap, black sportscar. Someone jumped out in front of her. She slammed the breaks and rushed the other way as the person followed. A local police rode by and caught the victim red-handed.
She reached Ellen's house and brought with her some soup and hot fish. Then, Teresa ran to the door, when her mother came home, apparently knowing the situation. Chloe went up to her room. They all ended up sleeping in Teresa's room.
Christina lived in a little shack on the side of her parents's house. She helped them with the chores and went to school, taking a low courseload. She was majoring in Journalism. Her dad was a banker, and her mom was a cook. She had a grandmother who knitted clothes but lived far away.
Ellen decided to move where it was safer and invited Christina to come. Christina kissed her parents good-bye and the chores and went, at least for awhile.. 8|
They rode in a covered wagon. Christina trailed behind with the dog, a silver, fluffy wolf, whose tail wagged like a bell. They stopped in the midway of a forest in the dead of the night. Ellen was busy cuddling her youngest daughter, while Chloe looked on.. A big black bear with glowing red eyes appeared, unexpectedly. Christina threw a log of fire at it. The other girls flew up a tree. Christina pushed the bear into the fire until it died. She proceeded to cut it up and store it for a treat, later.
Ellen gave Teresa a special gift, a silver flute. She learned to play it. Chloe had a clarinet. Christina had a small harp. Ellen could play the organ.
After 2 weeks of this, they reached their destination. They were in an urban town in the middle of a salty mass of water. They found a large cottage to call their home. Christina had a little place in the bottom by the laundry room. She set her computer up and finished her General Studies courses online. She learned to cook for the Rodhines. She gladly did their towels and fluffed up their beds and sprayed the rooms. Ellen got a lot of work done. She worked with the city on hard-to-crack cases. Her children learned at home for now, but Chloe soon went out and went to a real school. Teresa went to a Mormon school, where studying was always conducive. She played flute in the chamber orchestra and was a cheerleader. They had a big football team. Chloe played clarinet in the band and took Talented Art.
Work called Ellen away from the city, and she traveled in a hi class method of transportation, a snow rover. They lived in a cottage like where they used to. They went to a witch sabbatical, where Ellen was given a proper introduction. She brought Teresa with her and wrapped her up in a blanket, where she fell asleep. When she went home, she noticed on the way there was a messed up, run-through area. Teresa was still asleep, and they ran home safely. Christina had an assignment and reported on the issue and found out what happened. Some vampire zombies had roved through looking for something, but they didn't know what. She had a friend in criminal justice who decided to find the criminals. Chloe had a concert, and Ellen was watching. They heard some rummaging outside. When they went outside, they ran into the zombie vampires. They ran back in and locked the doors. "Somebody call the police!" someone said.
Night fell heavy, they turned out the lights, and everyone fell asleep. They woke up, and the criminals were gone. The police were on their case.
Christina decided to go home to her parents. Chloe ended up going to boarding school. Teresa was getting into her first year of high school. Ellen kept a close vigil over her.
Ellen went to work one day, and some guys came up to her and she was shocked. Some people passed by and stopped. The people went away.
Ellen was a witch, as were a lot of women, but she also was a genuine magician. She was a lot of other things, too, like a humanitarian, a politician, and a philosopher. She got into lots of meaty topics nad was quite an activist. However, she was 53 1|2. She was still spritely and was attentive to the community, the young, the old, the poor. She knew lots of people and went to lots of parties but wasn't quite wasted. She was at a ball one day, and people were all looking at a strange guest. She took an inkling but passed by.
One day, she went into a house with a lot of older women who judged her and talked to her, and she did fine. She was wearing tighter clothes of different colors, too.
She went on a retreat with adults her age and younger mostly, and reflected on her life as she took water from the pool. She was conquering the world. She appeared in many publications and was the choice name.
She "worked on" her daughter and went to school with her, comforted her about her good performances at concerts. She let her go alone as a cheerleader. It always tickled her to have a daughter do something like this. She went to the final football game and had a corndog. Her daughter also went to dances and had a nice, glittery lime shirt that draped over and black, soft pants and boots. She had lighter hair than her. Her eyes were also lighter and very sparkly. She was petite. She went home and sung pop songs on the radio until she fell asleep with her cat, mittens-blu, with pointy ears and a fuzzy body and a foxlike tail and silvery bluish moon eyes that peered into the atmosphere, like the moon over a lake full of swans, with people in the background partying.
Ellen decided to take some courses for a major. She was majoring in Media Production.
Ellen was a rich, famous, and powerful witch. She liked to wear pink, droppy robes with a green sash with a large, ornate clip in the center of it. Sometimes, she wore a hat and wore boots. She came home and picked up her youngest daughter and sent her to bed. She cast a spell on the house and proceeded out with Chloe. They were investigating a murder. The criminal was nowhere to be found. Some demonic birds flew away as they reached the scene.
Christina got a buzz on her computer at 3 A.M. on a Friday, Teresa howling in agony, a pity, poor thing, so meek and squeaky! She rushed over in the night in her cheap, black sportscar. Someone jumped out in front of her. She slammed the breaks and rushed the other way as the person followed. A local police rode by and caught the victim red-handed.
She reached Ellen's house and brought with her some soup and hot fish. Then, Teresa ran to the door, when her mother came home, apparently knowing the situation. Chloe went up to her room. They all ended up sleeping in Teresa's room.
Christina lived in a little shack on the side of her parents's house. She helped them with the chores and went to school, taking a low courseload. She was majoring in Journalism. Her dad was a banker, and her mom was a cook. She had a grandmother who knitted clothes but lived far away.
Ellen decided to move where it was safer and invited Christina to come. Christina kissed her parents good-bye and the chores and went, at least for awhile.. 8|
They rode in a covered wagon. Christina trailed behind with the dog, a silver, fluffy wolf, whose tail wagged like a bell. They stopped in the midway of a forest in the dead of the night. Ellen was busy cuddling her youngest daughter, while Chloe looked on.. A big black bear with glowing red eyes appeared, unexpectedly. Christina threw a log of fire at it. The other girls flew up a tree. Christina pushed the bear into the fire until it died. She proceeded to cut it up and store it for a treat, later.
Ellen gave Teresa a special gift, a silver flute. She learned to play it. Chloe had a clarinet. Christina had a small harp. Ellen could play the organ.
After 2 weeks of this, they reached their destination. They were in an urban town in the middle of a salty mass of water. They found a large cottage to call their home. Christina had a little place in the bottom by the laundry room. She set her computer up and finished her General Studies courses online. She learned to cook for the Rodhines. She gladly did their towels and fluffed up their beds and sprayed the rooms. Ellen got a lot of work done. She worked with the city on hard-to-crack cases. Her children learned at home for now, but Chloe soon went out and went to a real school. Teresa went to a Mormon school, where studying was always conducive. She played flute in the chamber orchestra and was a cheerleader. They had a big football team. Chloe played clarinet in the band and took Talented Art.
Work called Ellen away from the city, and she traveled in a hi class method of transportation, a snow rover. They lived in a cottage like where they used to. They went to a witch sabbatical, where Ellen was given a proper introduction. She brought Teresa with her and wrapped her up in a blanket, where she fell asleep. When she went home, she noticed on the way there was a messed up, run-through area. Teresa was still asleep, and they ran home safely. Christina had an assignment and reported on the issue and found out what happened. Some vampire zombies had roved through looking for something, but they didn't know what. She had a friend in criminal justice who decided to find the criminals. Chloe had a concert, and Ellen was watching. They heard some rummaging outside. When they went outside, they ran into the zombie vampires. They ran back in and locked the doors. "Somebody call the police!" someone said.
Night fell heavy, they turned out the lights, and everyone fell asleep. They woke up, and the criminals were gone. The police were on their case.
Christina decided to go home to her parents. Chloe ended up going to boarding school. Teresa was getting into her first year of high school. Ellen kept a close vigil over her.
Ellen went to work one day, and some guys came up to her and she was shocked. Some people passed by and stopped. The people went away.
Ellen was a witch, as were a lot of women, but she also was a genuine magician. She was a lot of other things, too, like a humanitarian, a politician, and a philosopher. She got into lots of meaty topics nad was quite an activist. However, she was 53 1|2. She was still spritely and was attentive to the community, the young, the old, the poor. She knew lots of people and went to lots of parties but wasn't quite wasted. She was at a ball one day, and people were all looking at a strange guest. She took an inkling but passed by.
One day, she went into a house with a lot of older women who judged her and talked to her, and she did fine. She was wearing tighter clothes of different colors, too.
She went on a retreat with adults her age and younger mostly, and reflected on her life as she took water from the pool. She was conquering the world. She appeared in many publications and was the choice name.
She "worked on" her daughter and went to school with her, comforted her about her good performances at concerts. She let her go alone as a cheerleader. It always tickled her to have a daughter do something like this. She went to the final football game and had a corndog. Her daughter also went to dances and had a nice, glittery lime shirt that draped over and black, soft pants and boots. She had lighter hair than her. Her eyes were also lighter and very sparkly. She was petite. She went home and sung pop songs on the radio until she fell asleep with her cat, mittens-blu, with pointy ears and a fuzzy body and a foxlike tail and silvery bluish moon eyes that peered into the atmosphere, like the moon over a lake full of swans, with people in the background partying.
Ellen decided to take some courses for a major. She was majoring in Media Production.
Tweet @TheEllenShow That'll do. ^--^ ~
You should consider looking for a daughter to adopt who is 13 or 14. You'd have to find one with a mother you like, too. That must be possible, but they'd have to also have a husband you like. If you can still have kids, I hope you find a man out there. I found some interesting ones on MySpace, but they were randomly online. I think you could do well with just a daughter.
Hurt
I'm literally getting messages that Ellen has to hurt me. Now, my heart is hurting and I forgot to do my vitamins.
Tweet @TheEllenShow - "Where We Are"
Hey, isn't it important that us people online know what kind of relationship you want with us? Pressing. In the silence of the night, because of my parents and the world and you, I get passing fancies that aren't so pleasant because I thought Helena Bonham Carter and people in like an experiment with me wanted me to call her daughter the n word, to make the word seem friendly, and they had called their son gay in public, on the bonus features of Sweeney Todd, well technically Helena saying Tim told her that because he listens to Judy Garland...
I did venture out and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I never really watched talk shows. I didn't think they were something you did all the time. It's like with fucking Nightmare Before Christmas, people at like you have to be ready like you and Tim Burton are better than everyone else just because you're from the class of 1957-1958.
On another note, no, I don't want to play like it's okay to hurt me because of that n word thing. My life is already ruined, and I don't think I'll get it back unless by a good chance or the passing of my fate. This goes to everyone! :0
Well, yes, I did see the good movies that were out. I didn't know about the minor ones. I never had time, when I got that age and we moved.
Your show is rather obscure to me, but somehow I got drift of the nature of it and its magnitude or convenience.. ':| I guess I'm just like everyone else compared to you and Tim Burton. Too bad he isn't old enough to be your husband. '8| It wouldn't be very romantic. He already has 2 kids. I don't know why, but I like them. I mean, he's a little edgy. It's become quite public and quite an issue, his private life. I've seen the signs..
So, I made a board for you because I got interested in your show, and I have one section that ropes of oldies from newbies. I posted in the newbie part. There's also a section for wannabe actors, where I'd want to post. I'm just not ready. I'd been having problems, with my health.. 8| I was thinking of waiting, before. I'm not really sure how to get back to where I was, so I might just go jump of a cliff.
I did venture out and see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I never really watched talk shows. I didn't think they were something you did all the time. It's like with fucking Nightmare Before Christmas, people at like you have to be ready like you and Tim Burton are better than everyone else just because you're from the class of 1957-1958.
On another note, no, I don't want to play like it's okay to hurt me because of that n word thing. My life is already ruined, and I don't think I'll get it back unless by a good chance or the passing of my fate. This goes to everyone! :0
Well, yes, I did see the good movies that were out. I didn't know about the minor ones. I never had time, when I got that age and we moved.
Your show is rather obscure to me, but somehow I got drift of the nature of it and its magnitude or convenience.. ':| I guess I'm just like everyone else compared to you and Tim Burton. Too bad he isn't old enough to be your husband. '8| It wouldn't be very romantic. He already has 2 kids. I don't know why, but I like them. I mean, he's a little edgy. It's become quite public and quite an issue, his private life. I've seen the signs..
So, I made a board for you because I got interested in your show, and I have one section that ropes of oldies from newbies. I posted in the newbie part. There's also a section for wannabe actors, where I'd want to post. I'm just not ready. I'd been having problems, with my health.. 8| I was thinking of waiting, before. I'm not really sure how to get back to where I was, so I might just go jump of a cliff.
YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS, AS THOUGH YOU DIDN'T DO IT
I was mad and the word nigger came up.
I was thinking of my dad and thought of bonking him on the head, just to get it out, and realized that's what he did to me, knocked me out.
I came online and I got the thought of me being like pervertedly channeled knocked out.
I was thinking of my dad and thought of bonking him on the head, just to get it out, and realized that's what he did to me, knocked me out.
I came online and I got the thought of me being like pervertedly channeled knocked out.
My Grandma and My Aunt
I know lately they've been making me feel uncomfortable in my day-to-day acitivities.
Something My Aunt Has in Common With My Cousin
Hey, hey, do you want me to bother you some more? I'll creep up on you when we visit.
My Brother
I thought maybe my brother wanted me to put up the best picture of him I could find. I found him on my YouTube, too. But that's not important. You may run into it.
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
How Gay?
Someone really can't get a grip. I've totally like lost my connection with my thoughts. No use getting on my case like some gay phony.
Disgusting :p
It looks like you've arranged yourself unfairly around me to make me attest to certain things that shouldn't be.
One Direction
What do you think of noticing certain extremities of generations that don't really match specifically and saying it doesn't apply to another?
Tim Burton!
Ever since Tim Burton was popular, people expected like everything to be perfect for them, no matter what they were and that everything didn't matter and now it does. =0
Dream
I remember now in the one earlier today, the frog|cat was saying think I can't pick you up by your feet a few times and stimulated me a few times there and then I felt like a baton.
Who do you think you are?
Who goes by and pieces together the feeling of some sensation that shouldn't be? And then uses it to govern the mood and doings? Just to abuse one person, clearly, over others. We all make mistakes. Who do you think you are?
So, I'm kinda tired.. :/
I just had some sweets, too. I need to eat a better variety of food. Pizza?
So, are you okay?
I just was upset. I don't think I meant to curse certain people out, but I guess something happened. Wait, maybe, it did really happen. It might not have been on purpose :|
...
I try not to curse at you again but probably will in some way. I just hope nothing happens to make me want to. It's my blog. It's my privacy.
Cursing is not the center of attention. It's something people do to be funny and when they don't know what to say and when they're used to it. I know I didn't go to the grocery store one week and was eating a lot of hamburgers and then got mad on my blog. :( I think I had cursed before, in general.
I see now I didn't do anything nasty like call anyone shit outright, recently. I said I was being treated like shit. :|
Well, the proof is in the pudding, try to erase the memory. :|
...
I try not to curse at you again but probably will in some way. I just hope nothing happens to make me want to. It's my blog. It's my privacy.
Cursing is not the center of attention. It's something people do to be funny and when they don't know what to say and when they're used to it. I know I didn't go to the grocery store one week and was eating a lot of hamburgers and then got mad on my blog. :( I think I had cursed before, in general.
I see now I didn't do anything nasty like call anyone shit outright, recently. I said I was being treated like shit. :|
Well, the proof is in the pudding, try to erase the memory. :|
Dream
I don't remember it all at the moment, but Celine Dion was in it. Ah yes. I was wrapping Christmas presents. So far, I just had thin slices of chocolate. I went off to some place to look at like a stand that you rotate of goods. My mom advised me and someone like my grandma was there to help me. Ah yes, I was in like a church and someone was singing like Celine Dion, and sometimes I sang along. Celine Dion was watching. I think it was "Call the Man." I got attention, and she handed something to me, like in a chapel on the side, to let me in on like a joke of what I really wanted to do. That and the singing were the peak. Supposedly, I was a really good singer. The rotating thing was outside. It had something to do with putting things in cards, too, red ones with like red and green and white cards.
A snack and back to bed maybe.
A snack and back to bed maybe.
}:0 What's your problem?
Yes, I got up! I got up to say I don't want to feel my father nor disgusting people when I'm trying to feel in bed! What's your problem?
Proven Stupid
I got the idea that, blatantly, my dad thought he was like right and better than everyone else or something I forget oh yea and he doesn't care how he treats other people, like pointing out nice ones, thinking he's smart and moving things along. I'm so sick of this. I wanted to grow up in the west, in Hollywood. I don't throw away my experiences. }:) Like, he thinks that like I'm worse than shit and it seems others think I'm not even a nigger, but that's not true and that didn't have to happen. Like, I get the feeling he's staring others down, and he doesn't know it. We shouldn't give in to shit like that. I hate you all! I'm just gonna *beep* you!
Halp!
I'm going through the thought of broken up from what I imagined like a concentration on the eyes, in relation to a picture of a girl with white hair with seedy, lazy eyes I put on on my Twitter. }80
The Good Feeling in My Arm
I know I think I could feel it, but I guess watching a girl after talking about Tim Burton helped. The influence of a girl who wants to touch me more personally always helps. :|
Yea, the feeling was so strong. I felt it so long but sorta broken up.
Yea, the feeling was so strong. I felt it so long but sorta broken up.
What?
Why do I keep getting these sassy messages? I'm being treated like shit, like holding out, with no respect. You think I have no discipline, but I've tried to be disciplined since I can remember. Well, maybe since my mom disciplined me, too. I think I was before, though. Peopel always said I was outta this world like too shy and good. How dare you make such racist suggestions! If something happens and there's a reason, by other people that means I'm right. You'll find there are more than one reason. It does make me uncomfortable. :|
Halp!
I'm being bombarded with messages, like associating things together that I don't like that will come up later. I'm being born into to like think when I'm tired, and it's not hard to wonder why I'm tired of thinking! ':0
What's going on?
Why do I keep getting messages of things being physical and literal but having no meaning?
Dream
So, I still had a place open where I could find out about singing. Tim got Johnny there, and I couldn't open him, a silver thing in a bottomless abyss. I walked down a hallway and decided not to fly, and the people saw me. They were saying I was dead.
A girl had come in and ate lunch. I said that I bloated and couldn't feel good lying on my stomach or something when I didn't eat. Someone else was eating, too. I had a bar. I even had a container of bars. There were some bars sitting in a container somewhere else. The ones somewhere else were jelly. The ones in my bag were chocolate. I got some other kind. I think the other girls had something like jelly.
I'm not sure if it was a pirate song. I think I imagined myself singing it. It was with a choir. I was simply a skilled or pleasant singer. I'm not really, but I put in a lot of effort.
It was interesting when the teacher came in and seemed so dreamy and adamant about me for some, strange reason. She was rather petite yet gross and not really appealing. Well, she was in front, but her attitude was sly. I mean on the surface!
A girl had come in and ate lunch. I said that I bloated and couldn't feel good lying on my stomach or something when I didn't eat. Someone else was eating, too. I had a bar. I even had a container of bars. There were some bars sitting in a container somewhere else. The ones somewhere else were jelly. The ones in my bag were chocolate. I got some other kind. I think the other girls had something like jelly.
I'm not sure if it was a pirate song. I think I imagined myself singing it. It was with a choir. I was simply a skilled or pleasant singer. I'm not really, but I put in a lot of effort.
It was interesting when the teacher came in and seemed so dreamy and adamant about me for some, strange reason. She was rather petite yet gross and not really appealing. Well, she was in front, but her attitude was sly. I mean on the surface!
N Word Thing
I'm thinking, oh well, at least that's over, but you know, it's not okay. This all happened since the n word thing.
The Real Deal
I'm tired of the fascinations of others in the world like that England and L.A. do the real thing as in torturing you, and they're perverted, demented individuals.
Weird
I noticed that some people get mad they can't do things others do, racially, and then that they get mad when you want to do what they do, like as something new in your life.
"Problems"
You can't go wild like an animal thinking you have to do all these things no one else does.
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
8|
What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
8|
What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
Dream
I guess most people would be interested, when I was going into convulsions it was so gross and so horrific and realistic.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Dream
I was imagining the frog|cat being a girl with sculpted pearly hair, and in the end I felt better. I was trying to imagine how she was stimulated and got cut off.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Dream
I was singing a pirate song in like a theater group. I guess there was a leader like Ellen, but it wasn't like really her, just for some reason was becoming like her. I was eating lunch. For some reason, I was laying on the ground, with my left arm stretched out and my palm facing the floor. It was interesting. I guess the teacher was like a frog. I could feel as though someone was like strangely putting their hands all over my arm from the hand up to my shoulder getting me to wake up to do the singing. I didn't wake up. That's happened to me before.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
Advice
(Remember to get equipment. I have dumbbells for my main workout DVD, and often a band or block is needed.)
Tweet @TheEllenShow 80 Wanna know a secret...
Do you wanna know a secret? I was gonna eat more healthily, and then I got mad and punched my wall and my mom took me to get my blackheads taken out and it ruined my brain. I never got the schedule going.
When People Raise From the Dead
Did you ever think of the repercussions of what happens after your actions?
All Negativity
Now, everything in my life is negative because of the hysterics of the older adults in my life! :0
Private Facebooks
That would be one way of sharing media. }:) Why not sell it? I guess we can't copyright it.
Music on the Net
I have one understanding that it's legal. I know some karaoke companies have taken down my work. I mean, we could load our videos like onto Flickr.
Judgemental
Ellen: taunting, sassing, judgemental.
Who'd have known? Why does she think she's right? She's a bit on the dry side. :p
Who'd have known? Why does she think she's right? She's a bit on the dry side. :p
My dad is a sicko.
He thinks that he has to do something important and life-changing like his youngest sister to prove his worth to an Asian. Don't even get started with the sister who is older than her.
Sensations
Who doesn't believe in experiencing a totally different sensation at different times, that things you thought were true weren't, like in different ways? Why do I get that feeling? What culture can it be attributed to? Mostly the New Orleans area, but it's nice and sheltered here in Orlando. New Olreans or the area is pretty sheltered, too.
wtf?
Why would you have to be a certain person to do something good? Who thinks being attractive is prematurely overrated and dead?
Tweet @TheEllenShow Emergency!
Ellen! :0 Take a loot, or somebody, ... yea. Look at this. I was famous for posting to Johnny Depp and then Tim Burton and this attractive boy from England.. and then I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word! :0 Look at this, a real human being, moved fresh for a few years, trapped in her room, from the New Orleans area, where Ellen is from.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrU46x_1MzY&feature=share&list=PLA20D6DC196532325
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSJQN8dxMRY&feature=share&list=PLA20D6DC196532325
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrU46x_1MzY&feature=share&list=PLA20D6DC196532325
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSJQN8dxMRY&feature=share&list=PLA20D6DC196532325
Tweet @delena000fan @TheEllenShow - Twitter Like A Bird
I don't remember for sure. I think I started on Twitter just to get an account. Here's my first account: http://twitter.com/ChrstinaBarrett. I think I later might have posted for fun but maybe not. I looked up Chloe Moretz after I saw Justin Bieber on "The David Letterman Show." Eventually, I found Ellen. I guess I've taken to it.
Tweet - What were you for Halloween?
0 - nothing
1 - nothing
2 - ?
3 - pumpkin
4 - elephant
5 - butterfly? - homemade costume used for school
6 - bat - just pants and a shirt with material under the arms and a picture on the front of like a moon with little bats, glow-in-the-dark, used to wear it to bed until it got too small, not too too long after
7 - dragon
8 - pumpkin
9 - indian (old costume from Thanksgiving festival, couldn't see my belly)
10 - Dorothy (jean jumper, white T-shirt, straw hat from dress I think, & I think basket from nearby shop in nation's oldest continuing city in Northeastern Florida)
11 - Dorothy (different jean jumper, white T-shirt, straw hat from dress I think, & I think basket from nearby shop in nation's oldest continuing city in Northeastern Florida)
12 - cat-witch (shirt I wore to Frankenweeenie & mini skirt I bought with partial pigtails & regular makeup with very red lipstick, black casual socks with lines & mini boots - I liked wearing boots a lot since I became old-fashioned when I was 9 in 1995, stopped when I became 20)
13 - probably the same thing
14 - not sure, maybe an indian
15 - fairy costume I had just finished with a green patterned cotton material and long sleeves slit up the sides, short dress wtih zig zags
16 - probably an indian
17 - ?
18 - nothing?
19 - my red hood
20 - glow-in-the-dark skeleton - was supposed to go to a step class in my costume, raving for events since..
21 - Elizabeth Swann, the Asian costume, colorful, like I think turquoise and red with maybe beady things, with a hat, probably wore sneakers or something - reached all the apartments in a building and some others but not my own, was so tired when I was done and stopped going out after that forever! until I went to the mental hospital...
22 - probably nothing
23 - probably nothing
24 - I forget. :(
25 - a short yellow dress with a cap like a milkmaid I got locally with my dad, think he paid for it
My mom goes trick-or-treating with me. :|
1 - nothing
2 - ?
3 - pumpkin
4 - elephant
5 - butterfly? - homemade costume used for school
6 - bat - just pants and a shirt with material under the arms and a picture on the front of like a moon with little bats, glow-in-the-dark, used to wear it to bed until it got too small, not too too long after
7 - dragon
8 - pumpkin
9 - indian (old costume from Thanksgiving festival, couldn't see my belly)
10 - Dorothy (jean jumper, white T-shirt, straw hat from dress I think, & I think basket from nearby shop in nation's oldest continuing city in Northeastern Florida)
11 - Dorothy (different jean jumper, white T-shirt, straw hat from dress I think, & I think basket from nearby shop in nation's oldest continuing city in Northeastern Florida)
12 - cat-witch (shirt I wore to Frankenweeenie & mini skirt I bought with partial pigtails & regular makeup with very red lipstick, black casual socks with lines & mini boots - I liked wearing boots a lot since I became old-fashioned when I was 9 in 1995, stopped when I became 20)
13 - probably the same thing
14 - not sure, maybe an indian
15 - fairy costume I had just finished with a green patterned cotton material and long sleeves slit up the sides, short dress wtih zig zags
16 - probably an indian
17 - ?
18 - nothing?
19 - my red hood
20 - glow-in-the-dark skeleton - was supposed to go to a step class in my costume, raving for events since..
21 - Elizabeth Swann, the Asian costume, colorful, like I think turquoise and red with maybe beady things, with a hat, probably wore sneakers or something - reached all the apartments in a building and some others but not my own, was so tired when I was done and stopped going out after that forever! until I went to the mental hospital...
22 - probably nothing
23 - probably nothing
24 - I forget. :(
25 - a short yellow dress with a cap like a milkmaid I got locally with my dad, think he paid for it
My mom goes trick-or-treating with me. :|
Tweet @TheEllenShow Madonna
Wow, she's probably one of the most accomplished names, out there.. Johnny Depp is the best-kept secret. }:) Chloe Moretz worked with him. It seems scary to work with someone born around 1957-1961. Tim Burton is scary because he's from L.A., well, Burbank. My dad worked at banks named Barnett and Hibernia, until moving to Orlando. My friend didn't like me when she found my last name was Barrett. I've heard it's a popular last name. My other last names are Barrett-Donahue-Noon, Barber-Work, Barber-Burkhart-Kifer, Work-Mortimer, Work-Long & Work-Shultz, Rickard. Ugh! Maybe, I'll put up links to their origins... Anyway, Madonna is pretty clean. She's fun yet uptight. I don't know. I was brave enough to approach Tim Burton.
*Haphazard!* Aha! Ha! Ha! 8D
So, you do things without thinking and then find it is a big deal later and that you don't really do things like that much.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Dream
It's hard to remember my whole dream. At the end, there was a German boy, tall and thin, with reddish blonde hair and blue eyes and white skin, a long face. We were in an audience. He was mad at Tim Burton not for being nice to someone who was Asian but for presenting the world with it in an Asian way. He had a stack of pancakes in front of him. Authorities were locking him away. He seemed so nice to be nice to the Asian and was so adamant he was correct. There were other German girls in my dream and on TV and like filming speaking in English accents. I was catching something that was a spin off Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and recording it. It was also about going to the grocery store with mind ad and relatives. In the final scene, I think we were singing. Everyone got a guitar in front of them, I think people who could play, like attached to the ceiling somehow. I went down to the bathroom and was thinking of how I did piano and things related to it and marched back out to see them. Also, I earlier, I was fitting in size 4 pants with my aunt. It was my 2nd try. I was going to different bathrooms, like I'd dreamed of them before. I finally found one open in a back section witha man and girl cleaning in front. Oh yes, and at the end, my mom was walzing to get me for my father like a police. She didn't seem presentable but was still her. She was but not like physically. I was annoyed because I liked the German boy but not like as in specially to want to marry him nor be his girlfriend.
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