Now, I felt the outsides of my head like my dad's nose and my grandma's face, which they molded, like a Native American indian, except mine is smooth with grooves but not straight. I'm not mean! Quit ruining my life. What about other people's lives? They are not bothered like this, I hope.
I GOTTA GO!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
WILL YOU STOP BOTHERING ME!
I GOTTA GO!
I heard a sick car swerving and thought of my brother, who I accidentally ended up posting baby pictures of before.
It sounded kinda metally, made me think of the trash can and my mom..
I heard a sick car swerving and thought of my brother, who I accidentally ended up posting baby pictures of before.
It sounded kinda metally, made me think of the trash can and my mom..
STOP IT YOU WORTHLESS NIGGERS, i SAID!.
Just because of the n word thing and that things pop in my head ... and stuff ... you think you can ruin my life.
Also
I noticed the picture of the little girl from NY...
HEY! A bunch of stuff just popped up on my screen!
I gotta get ready to go.
Hey! Now what? The messages won't stop!!!! Why now? Anyway?
HEY! A bunch of stuff just popped up on my screen!
I gotta get ready to go.
Hey! Now what? The messages won't stop!!!! Why now? Anyway?
Going Crazy
80 That picture of the thin long black woman with the laptop is haunting me!
And I just noticed the orange in the background of a link I posted.
And I just noticed the orange in the background of a link I posted.
Universal Horror Nights
My dad said my mom was gonna ask my brother to go. He doesn't want to. My dad will probably take me. I was supposed to look it up last night. We missed Beauty and the Beast. I don't remember what else I was gonna say.
Dream
Okay, I was in a big class with Ellen DeGeneres, who somehow affected me, and there were 2 fat ladies who came in.
The other one was long, longer. I got in a little trouble, oh yea, later. Oh wait. Before. I said something because I thought the teacher was being mean, my homeroom teacher in 12th grade, who did the senior play, mentioned her in a prior dream related to drama but forgot to say she was my senior play director... I think people just decided not to audition, now. I wouldn't have done it if I went back. So, then she rubbed my head with a paper, and it felt good. Hey, I look like her and my college piano teacher, who I am pretty sure is the younger sister of my 12th grade band director, who had a daughter in the 1st year of high school. Her daughter had fuzzy, crimped gold hair, very voluminous. My piano teacher was very bubbly with reddish brown, medium bright hair, with a triangle-ish nose like my homeroom teacher. So, then I had to step outside and got in trouble but not real, big trouble, just kinda there.
I was feeling good last night. I guess I felt best when my head was rubbed. It was saying something in words to me.
Hey, I just realized these dreams were both at school. I realized Ellen DeGeneres was saying fat ladies picking you up and like touching you was not her point in life. Well, good. Now, I just wonder what Tim Burton's is, well probably like her, born the same time. I guess my point is a little different. different generation but not submissive to just being stimulated, if you know what I mean... People who were young in the 80s were about being stimulated and not just classical like people born around 1960, and you can gues the rest, that a lot of kids had moms and dads born around 1950 or 1953 and that the ones born later were for some reason submissive to pleasure in a more 90s, sorta basic molded way, if you know what I mean... I gotta go, soon. I guess, later, like people born around 1998, were more awake to physical handling. 8|
The other one was long, longer. I got in a little trouble, oh yea, later. Oh wait. Before. I said something because I thought the teacher was being mean, my homeroom teacher in 12th grade, who did the senior play, mentioned her in a prior dream related to drama but forgot to say she was my senior play director... I think people just decided not to audition, now. I wouldn't have done it if I went back. So, then she rubbed my head with a paper, and it felt good. Hey, I look like her and my college piano teacher, who I am pretty sure is the younger sister of my 12th grade band director, who had a daughter in the 1st year of high school. Her daughter had fuzzy, crimped gold hair, very voluminous. My piano teacher was very bubbly with reddish brown, medium bright hair, with a triangle-ish nose like my homeroom teacher. So, then I had to step outside and got in trouble but not real, big trouble, just kinda there.
I was feeling good last night. I guess I felt best when my head was rubbed. It was saying something in words to me.
Hey, I just realized these dreams were both at school. I realized Ellen DeGeneres was saying fat ladies picking you up and like touching you was not her point in life. Well, good. Now, I just wonder what Tim Burton's is, well probably like her, born the same time. I guess my point is a little different. different generation but not submissive to just being stimulated, if you know what I mean... People who were young in the 80s were about being stimulated and not just classical like people born around 1960, and you can gues the rest, that a lot of kids had moms and dads born around 1950 or 1953 and that the ones born later were for some reason submissive to pleasure in a more 90s, sorta basic molded way, if you know what I mean... I gotta go, soon. I guess, later, like people born around 1998, were more awake to physical handling. 8|
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