I didn't even remember, at 1st, which college I went to with my brother to apply to music in for Singing. I still don't have a grasp on it but know which 1 it isn't.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Picking an Elective Activity
I find that art is more technical training, and that Theater and even Music are more about the person, like old news.
The Exceptions
Sometimes, you think something always means something, but you'll find there are certain things that determine what certain things mean.
Cute, Pretty Girl
I was over at Webster.com, and there was this phone ad with a really pretty girl with white hair in big curls, smooth hair, very thin and hard-looking face, opening her mouth, looked like a child beauty queen. She'd easily be the next Dakota Fanning, maybe not as adult but definitely better, looks compatible as an Ellen DeGeneres fan.
Detrimental
Something bad about Catholic Pre-K was thinking I'd be crucified like Jesus. It was my 1st year. I don't remember so much of what the 2nd year was like, but it seemed long and I felt old, though my 1st year I was young, I was told. I was also short. I didn't have light skin. I wasn't beefed up, neither.
The Holiday Time
I wonder what Ellen DeGeneres is doing with her holiday, wonder if she'll be away from Twitter. I don't know why she doesn't use Blogger. She'd have to type more and if she posted enough, she'd have to use security codes and maybe couldn't post from her phone. That's like 50 posts.
Something to Do
I still have to catch up on "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" but am going to bed.
My dad let in a feeling and made me stimulate my crotch, I mean just felt it.
Why does Ellen DeGeneres think people have an attitude who defend me against her?
Anyway, I felt stimulated before, and it happened.
This is so annoying, these messages I keep getting. I bet people don't care if this is through with. That is described as niggerish, by 1 and by all. It's mean and racist. It's just a term, a term that can be used in different ways.
My dad let in a feeling and made me stimulate my crotch, I mean just felt it.
Why does Ellen DeGeneres think people have an attitude who defend me against her?
Anyway, I felt stimulated before, and it happened.
This is so annoying, these messages I keep getting. I bet people don't care if this is through with. That is described as niggerish, by 1 and by all. It's mean and racist. It's just a term, a term that can be used in different ways.
Problem
So, is Nell Burton concerned others will approve of her and monitoring your thoughts getting on top when she's not? I mean, she's immoral. Her mom seems to think so, and so does her dad. Why go into it?
Problem
So, Tim Burton, instead of finding some way to deal with a problem, ends up hurting you, instead, thinking that, since he calculated others would, that this must be the case in every concern.
Hole
I was in the bathtub it seems almost a week ago, and I put my finger on the side of my bust and felt like an indent, a stretch of skin where the blubber dropped, about like you know less than 1/8".
Problem
So, Ellen DeGeneres, if she read this, which she very well could notice..., would think, oh, so you think people from that area are not perfect, completely, and get really mad and stop you and, later, say, well, that's true.
Out-of-Towners
There were these annoying girls in ballet in the New Orleans area who were tacky. I have a feeling the lot of them can't be native, plus mostly were homeschooled, the teachers each having a daughter, who looked kinda like robots. I'm just letting out my sympathies, don't want to hear this come back to anyone in some crafty way, like I can't talk about my life story. I'm annoyed because I know "they were there 1st." 1 teacher glared at me and said they were from out-of-town. I saw a picture of the girl and know she took ballet when she was 3. I think that's when it used to start, of recent times. Supposedly, her life was authentic. She didn't seem as complex as her mom in a strong way. Anyway, so, they seemed to like take the reigns. Funny thing about that I've been in the house mostly since moving to the Orlando area. They were kinda bossy, kinda sick, kinda stuck up.
Then, there was this art anime girl who moved from Wisconsin to my 2nd high school the 2nd year of high school. She had a little sister. Her hair was smooth, and she had a big nose and looked very like an artistic type of person but like mean to outcasts. She had kinda reddish seeming sorta pearly blonde hair, well not really reddish. Her sister had more like glittery hair and also a big nose, was rather short. Her hair was course. The other had thick hair, as well. So, her hair poofed out. It weighted down, though. I saw another girl who looked like her up north who was more compact and thin and played the flute and she's the prettiest girl I've seen. I wondered for awhile if she was Italian. Her flute playing was really good, different. Not weird. Just had more artistry. Like, the notes were disconnected. She played for the college, was really advanced, the best player in the series. Didn't like the others, which didn't look as good. The singer was fat and weak. I'm pretty sure she was a brunette and so was the male violinist. So, anyway, this girl's mom was 15 years older, and then I found out, solemnly, so was her dad. She was taking Art 3 at the Catholic school, alone. I was in Calculus APH. I wanted to talk to her, may have spoken to her. Her friend was the smart girl. I saw her at Youth Group, hogging candy and some attention.
Then, there was this art anime girl who moved from Wisconsin to my 2nd high school the 2nd year of high school. She had a little sister. Her hair was smooth, and she had a big nose and looked very like an artistic type of person but like mean to outcasts. She had kinda reddish seeming sorta pearly blonde hair, well not really reddish. Her sister had more like glittery hair and also a big nose, was rather short. Her hair was course. The other had thick hair, as well. So, her hair poofed out. It weighted down, though. I saw another girl who looked like her up north who was more compact and thin and played the flute and she's the prettiest girl I've seen. I wondered for awhile if she was Italian. Her flute playing was really good, different. Not weird. Just had more artistry. Like, the notes were disconnected. She played for the college, was really advanced, the best player in the series. Didn't like the others, which didn't look as good. The singer was fat and weak. I'm pretty sure she was a brunette and so was the male violinist. So, anyway, this girl's mom was 15 years older, and then I found out, solemnly, so was her dad. She was taking Art 3 at the Catholic school, alone. I was in Calculus APH. I wanted to talk to her, may have spoken to her. Her friend was the smart girl. I saw her at Youth Group, hogging candy and some attention.
Problems
Wow, Ellen DeGeneres sure can't take a crowd reaction, doesn't want to explain it.
I'm getting another annoying mental picture.
I'm getting another annoying mental picture.
Problem
Why do I keep getting annoying inputs from Ellen DeGeneres in codes? Why should I believe that's what she wants to tell me? Why should I care, in that way? I mean, I have a right to care. I have a right not to have "things" I supposedly know that I don't know or whatever, hard to describe and not worth it.
There's no reason that I should have to "pay" like this, for "not watching her show." Johnny Depp has "followed in her footsteps." Tim Burton and Johnny Depp sorta reacted like babies, madly, at people not looking them up online. People can't be inviting in these things, these days.
I can say if I'm annoyed, I mean if this is just the way things happen. Lots of people have ruined my time, and I'm not feeling well. I was in bed, upset about the Texas toast, and think I will have a sammich.
There's no reason that I should have to "pay" like this, for "not watching her show." Johnny Depp has "followed in her footsteps." Tim Burton and Johnny Depp sorta reacted like babies, madly, at people not looking them up online. People can't be inviting in these things, these days.
I can say if I'm annoyed, I mean if this is just the way things happen. Lots of people have ruined my time, and I'm not feeling well. I was in bed, upset about the Texas toast, and think I will have a sammich.
Problem
So, I can't really trust these adults. They had made it that my achievements meant I had to pay because others were jealous of my accomplishments.
Also, I don't hate Nell Burton herself, just the fuss that she's white. You know what I mean, not that I dislike the fact itself that she's white and people think she's white, not that I dislike any fuss. I mean there's an acute fuss, for some reason, that she's whiter than me. I don't think that's cute. I'm not sure what's going on. She's probably not really "white"er, at all. Her dad just is an acclaimed figure, is much better than most all other men, including my dad. She seems to have trouble with her mom's racist and seems to want a terrible amount of pity and ruckus for it.
Also, I don't hate Nell Burton herself, just the fuss that she's white. You know what I mean, not that I dislike the fact itself that she's white and people think she's white, not that I dislike any fuss. I mean there's an acute fuss, for some reason, that she's whiter than me. I don't think that's cute. I'm not sure what's going on. She's probably not really "white"er, at all. Her dad just is an acclaimed figure, is much better than most all other men, including my dad. She seems to have trouble with her mom's racist and seems to want a terrible amount of pity and ruckus for it.
Problem
Wow, people have gone really crazy. I don't like their petty ways of trying to become involved.
Look, stop. This is my blog. I can rant about Nell Burton if I want.
Before, posting about her, I said something concerning her and added that I cared about her and others didn't.
Stop. Now, I'm getting annoying controlled reactions from Ellen DeGeneres. Stop. You're just getting me to waste my breath on you. This is so bad. Leave me alone. Anyone get it? What do you want me to do? Go in a cursing frenzy? This is so pathetic. So annoying. Look who walked in. No one cares about what you say.
Oh, wow, it's all about "poor" Nell Burton. Wow, just knock this person out. They're hurting people who are important to me, and I bet that would make anyone stop. I don't think this should happen. I don't really know what's going on. This doesn't really make sense. This is crazy. I don't have to sit here and accept it.
Looks like my dad ruined the community. It's funny how anyone who knows me personally "has a story to shed." This is annoying. This was my winter. I have a life, too.
Every time I make a point, this happens. Who knows how serious this hulabaloo could get. Why don't we just **** these people?
Look, stop. This is my blog. I can rant about Nell Burton if I want.
Before, posting about her, I said something concerning her and added that I cared about her and others didn't.
Stop. Now, I'm getting annoying controlled reactions from Ellen DeGeneres. Stop. You're just getting me to waste my breath on you. This is so bad. Leave me alone. Anyone get it? What do you want me to do? Go in a cursing frenzy? This is so pathetic. So annoying. Look who walked in. No one cares about what you say.
Oh, wow, it's all about "poor" Nell Burton. Wow, just knock this person out. They're hurting people who are important to me, and I bet that would make anyone stop. I don't think this should happen. I don't really know what's going on. This doesn't really make sense. This is crazy. I don't have to sit here and accept it.
Looks like my dad ruined the community. It's funny how anyone who knows me personally "has a story to shed." This is annoying. This was my winter. I have a life, too.
Every time I make a point, this happens. Who knows how serious this hulabaloo could get. Why don't we just **** these people?
Dreams
Right now, it's easy to remember some of the 1st 1. Apparently, my leg, the bottom of my left, was like sorta ripped open but not entirely a big deal. I was like jumping around at 2 times. I found that it losened the meat and eventually I saw cold, hard bone, looked like a chicken bone, kinda small, smaller than it is, and gray. It was so sensitive and hurt. I had to lie down and sometimes still get up and move around. They carved out a coffin for me to be taken to lie down somewhere. I was wanting to go to the ER to get stitches, I vaguely thought. So, this stuff kept happening, and it was a piece of work sitting there with the flaps of skin open, the flesh ripped, the meat disconnected. It was so painful, in a way. It seemed so real. When I was awake, I really was nursing that leg, setting it apart, as though it were ripped into. It lasted a long time ans was annoying. There were points near the end where I was nursing it. It was really annoying. There were people around. It's funny, my legs were swirling around, the bottom, and it ended up in knots and hurt a lot, like it would combust, like I had to be really careful with how they felt.
The 2nd dream I was remembering as I woke up but heard a little noise and forget.
The 2nd dream I was remembering as I woke up but heard a little noise and forget.
So Mad
Why wait for this bullcrap to come up-
So, I was on Risperdal for over a year and spent it sleeping. During the day, I guess sometimes I'd probably complain on my blog and sign onto IMDb and follow Tim Burton around. So, I was so like adamant to grow and to stay home and live a natural life, so-to-speak. I was constantly like tipping over 5'1" and stretching my hip sockets up to where I'd even seem like I was actually supposed to be 5'6". Standing, I'd be like 5'½" and was warbling rather thin, still, to my good fortune. I could like feel the energy stretch, like a physical feat that was mine to behold. So, in a bad way, the medicine made me a clump. I know I was eating Pizza Pockets, which aren't good these days, that my dad got, large packs at Costco. I didn't leave the house but did before to go to Winn-Dixie. I'm no longer stretchy and at 1 point was pretty colossal but not like the warbling giant, still, though, for my hight. I don't know what it was that would make me not that obese, but I still was't like set that way. I just feel like a joke of hight, like it's not an achievement I reached and that it's even grotesque. That was my reason to quit ballet, the other being I slept in.
So, I was on Risperdal for over a year and spent it sleeping. During the day, I guess sometimes I'd probably complain on my blog and sign onto IMDb and follow Tim Burton around. So, I was so like adamant to grow and to stay home and live a natural life, so-to-speak. I was constantly like tipping over 5'1" and stretching my hip sockets up to where I'd even seem like I was actually supposed to be 5'6". Standing, I'd be like 5'½" and was warbling rather thin, still, to my good fortune. I could like feel the energy stretch, like a physical feat that was mine to behold. So, in a bad way, the medicine made me a clump. I know I was eating Pizza Pockets, which aren't good these days, that my dad got, large packs at Costco. I didn't leave the house but did before to go to Winn-Dixie. I'm no longer stretchy and at 1 point was pretty colossal but not like the warbling giant, still, though, for my hight. I don't know what it was that would make me not that obese, but I still was't like set that way. I just feel like a joke of hight, like it's not an achievement I reached and that it's even grotesque. That was my reason to quit ballet, the other being I slept in.
Problem
Ellen DeGeneres, I don't agree with your sorry ways, making this hullabaloo happen, technically agreeing with it that I get these private messages from you, via your minions. I'm not saying what it is because I don't remember and don't want to calculate junk. Hey, I think this message was sent from up above by my aunt. That annoys me to death.
Problem
My grandma doesn't care about my parents's eyes.
This is crazy, who came into this party? Got a problem with something?
NO ONE CARES ABOUT MY DAD'S YOUNGEST SISTER BEING BETTER THAN MY DAD. I got the message his being in the military was crap.
This is technically amusing Ellen DeGeneres. No, I didn't actually say I dislike her good qualities and when she's nice, if it's valid.
This is crazy, who came into this party? Got a problem with something?
NO ONE CARES ABOUT MY DAD'S YOUNGEST SISTER BEING BETTER THAN MY DAD. I got the message his being in the military was crap.
This is technically amusing Ellen DeGeneres. No, I didn't actually say I dislike her good qualities and when she's nice, if it's valid.
Racial Profiling
If the Italians are better than the Africans, why are the Chinese not better than the Africans?
Problem
THIS IS *BEEP* ALL BECAUSE OF NELL BURTON LOOK WHAT YOU DID I HATE YOU
Let's "play" with you, dum dum.
Let's "play" with you, dum dum.
Problem
I don't like these messages. Stop acting like I did something wrong that's not my fault. Are you just interested in my problems? Stop acting like I'm just nothing. Why do you think that? Do you know? You shouldn't have said that. Look, I'm just a person posting online. I'm not fucking with anyone. 3(
Lunatic
Wow, thanks a lot, you lunatic, did you just kill someone?
WHO CARES ABOUT NELL BURTON. ANSWER.
WHO CARES ABOUT NELL BURTON. ANSWER.
What do you like?
Do you really like Nell Burton? I mean, she's kinda unrevealing.
You shouldn't care about her, at all, because you're mean, and I can say whatever I want on my Goddamn blog.
ANOTHER MESSAGE? I DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW YOUR CODE AND ANSWER YOU.
You shouldn't care about her, at all, because you're mean, and I can say whatever I want on my Goddamn blog.
ANOTHER MESSAGE? I DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW YOUR CODE AND ANSWER YOU.
Living in the Environment
Why don't you think people make a decision, given their situation, what they want to do and then realize they must fit that definition. You probably wan to kill me for growing up with my "non-Caucasian" mom, now. I grew up with my dad, later. I had to stop talking to him so much. It was sad.
Lying Down
So, I showered earlier and am going to lie down, maybe on my sofa and then in my bed, praytell what will happen, maybe get up and use the bathroom.
Being Mean to Me
So, why is it that people can be mean to me?
Also, I realized that I can easily talk to parental figures younger than my dad because it would be gay if I only associated with older women.
Also, I realized that I can easily talk to parental figures younger than my dad because it would be gay if I only associated with older women.
Problem
Why are you people seeping into my subconscious getting me mad? I was onslaughted with a series of attacks as ideas, like that's okay for me. Then, I was given the idea Ellen DeGeneres was in on it. You're all just mad I watch her show. You know, you're free to try and participate.
So, why do you think you can attack me for things that aren't my fault?
Also, I'm tired of Early Boomers going crazy playing with "what" they think Late Boomers are for. I don't have to agree or put up with it. I don't need to. It isn't right, and I don't want to. I don't need to be attacked like this for no reason.
Whatever happened to kidding around? Like, you can say something is important but not really make it important.
Also, quit attacking my future kids. What makes you think you can do that now? I just said to stop. They're not stopping.
What are you gonna do about this miserable ½ year? It was a problem putting up with my *beep* dad. When my life started improving because I changed it, people around me started acting differently. This always happens. Something usually goes wrong, but it's not like I bullied someone.
I thought you said you were kidding. My blog doesn't have to be junk because I have fun changing it when I get mad. Why should I worry about listening to you?
I'm getting annoyed about things that I don't really care about. I just feel I don't have the respect I used to, lost friends.
What's your problem? Always thinking I've suggested something that offends you. It actually matters I'm not the only one. You can't just be rude. You don't have any right, just because of where you're from. You don't know anything about being cool. I know what I know, and I am being treated unfairly. I'm being bombarded being told I don't know this and that and that I can't live a normal life. None of it makes sense. Why do you think the answer is for something to be bad?
So, why do you think you can attack me for things that aren't my fault?
Also, I'm tired of Early Boomers going crazy playing with "what" they think Late Boomers are for. I don't have to agree or put up with it. I don't need to. It isn't right, and I don't want to. I don't need to be attacked like this for no reason.
Whatever happened to kidding around? Like, you can say something is important but not really make it important.
Also, quit attacking my future kids. What makes you think you can do that now? I just said to stop. They're not stopping.
What are you gonna do about this miserable ½ year? It was a problem putting up with my *beep* dad. When my life started improving because I changed it, people around me started acting differently. This always happens. Something usually goes wrong, but it's not like I bullied someone.
I thought you said you were kidding. My blog doesn't have to be junk because I have fun changing it when I get mad. Why should I worry about listening to you?
I'm getting annoyed about things that I don't really care about. I just feel I don't have the respect I used to, lost friends.
What's your problem? Always thinking I've suggested something that offends you. It actually matters I'm not the only one. You can't just be rude. You don't have any right, just because of where you're from. You don't know anything about being cool. I know what I know, and I am being treated unfairly. I'm being bombarded being told I don't know this and that and that I can't live a normal life. None of it makes sense. Why do you think the answer is for something to be bad?
Mad
So, I ran into my dad, and I'm feeling my heart about to like puncture, as I was eating Texas toast. I realized that very famous people are taking liberties to affect my sensibilities because they feel they will be hurt by others if they don't. I couldn't easily control what came up, really. I mean, what, is everything the result of fate? I know it's a big deal, but I guess it happens. I'm just upset that people are making such a big deal of it and that before things were normal. Why did we get so hyper-sensitive, and why did people trust in this way of reasoning, of thinking that we should submit ourselves to fate and see what happens? Like, it's like following a formula, and you think if you're good, you're good, and you don't care to tell people that they might be hurting themselves or "finding out" something they want them to believe. I have no clue what this rubbish is nor where it stems from.
Update
I edited my text box:
College Backup
BSN @ UCF
Career Backup
ER @ Crime Capitol
Favorite Race
Latino
Job Wish
Room Service @
Hard Rock Hotel
@ Universal
College Backup
BSN @ UCF
Career Backup
ER @ Crime Capitol
Favorite Race
Latino
Job Wish
Room Service @
Hard Rock Hotel
@ Universal
Ah!
I just finished with the food and lots of laundry, gonna get up and use the bathroom again in awhile I guess. Gonna make a new Blogger and look up Christmas Facebook banners for Christmas. I have more dishes in my room to bring to the kitchen. I just sneezed. I took my vitamins and just found I need 2 Princess vitamins a day, for adults or kids.
Laundry
I'm also doing the 2nd wash for the towels and and washing my bedding since I went out last night and slept in my bed without a shower-bath, twice.
My food is done cooking, and I'm waiting for it to cool.
I found "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" is having reruns as of a certain day, yesterday or today, have to see when it starts again, assume at least a week after the New Year. Hope I get in that acting class, but I have a feeling I won't. It seems the community college, especially in the arts, is not for adults, even. I was recommended into dance at a ballet school there at age 20, 21.
I have to refill my soap and wash my glasses. They're dusty. I was thinking of getting my own soaps and think I will.
My food is done cooking, and I'm waiting for it to cool.
I found "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" is having reruns as of a certain day, yesterday or today, have to see when it starts again, assume at least a week after the New Year. Hope I get in that acting class, but I have a feeling I won't. It seems the community college, especially in the arts, is not for adults, even. I was recommended into dance at a ballet school there at age 20, 21.
I have to refill my soap and wash my glasses. They're dusty. I was thinking of getting my own soaps and think I will.
What I'm Doing
I had 2 pieces of French bread pizza and grapefruit juice and water.
I'm cooking a pretty big piece of beef and spinach and mushrooms I found in the refrigerator, which is what I liked to buy and my mom got for me.
I'm also cooking eggs to make egg salad sandwich.
My grandma gave us the Christmas candy and several gingerbread cookies. I had a buckeye, a piece of peanut butter fudge (no chocolate, I think,) and one of the cookies with marshmallows, which I best liked,for once. I was wondering in New Orleans to me it seemed the thing was to be like spicy and of the old-fashioned based heritage that's become vintage and takes over the civilization, which is very rather sedentary. I guess moving can be a big deal. So, I kinda grew up more strict and modern in a sense, not about baking cookies and not really making any fudge. It's probably because my mom's not American and something else. My dad liked things like peanut butter cookies. His dad drank a lot so probably wasn't a cookie guy, not from a farm and had a college degree to be a funeral director who did everything, I think. I know he liked Edgar Allan Poe and that my dad has read lots of other like science fiction type philosophy seeming themed interest books. As far as I know, his dad is all white, but I found that most people have Jewish last names from the Germany area. It seems like a big deal that my grandma's mom wasn't indian. She wasn't even always sure she was indian. Supposedly, the records burned down in a building.
So, I'm gonna watch "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." I have 3 episodes to catch up on. I was thinking of watching today's 1st, in case I don't get to the day before, I guess, not sure which is better, this time. The other 1 I don't have recorded because we got a new TV thing. So, I should watch the videos online and think I happened to see 1 or 2 from her Twitter.
I'm cooking a pretty big piece of beef and spinach and mushrooms I found in the refrigerator, which is what I liked to buy and my mom got for me.
I'm also cooking eggs to make egg salad sandwich.
My grandma gave us the Christmas candy and several gingerbread cookies. I had a buckeye, a piece of peanut butter fudge (no chocolate, I think,) and one of the cookies with marshmallows, which I best liked,for once. I was wondering in New Orleans to me it seemed the thing was to be like spicy and of the old-fashioned based heritage that's become vintage and takes over the civilization, which is very rather sedentary. I guess moving can be a big deal. So, I kinda grew up more strict and modern in a sense, not about baking cookies and not really making any fudge. It's probably because my mom's not American and something else. My dad liked things like peanut butter cookies. His dad drank a lot so probably wasn't a cookie guy, not from a farm and had a college degree to be a funeral director who did everything, I think. I know he liked Edgar Allan Poe and that my dad has read lots of other like science fiction type philosophy seeming themed interest books. As far as I know, his dad is all white, but I found that most people have Jewish last names from the Germany area. It seems like a big deal that my grandma's mom wasn't indian. She wasn't even always sure she was indian. Supposedly, the records burned down in a building.
So, I'm gonna watch "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." I have 3 episodes to catch up on. I was thinking of watching today's 1st, in case I don't get to the day before, I guess, not sure which is better, this time. The other 1 I don't have recorded because we got a new TV thing. So, I should watch the videos online and think I happened to see 1 or 2 from her Twitter.
Food
What should I do? My dad won't bring me home fancy restaurant food, like Olive Garden or Applebee's. Also, when I went out to eat with him at Perkins, he made me stimulated or aroused but not feel like a tingly feeling in my stomach and tried associating it with a waitress. He also believes if an idea ticks that it's, like, absolutely something true. I haven't eaten at a fancy restaurant in a long time. I've been eating alone, got tired of soup and Tyson's chicken strips. I've been getting subs and fast food. At home, I have my beef and cooked greens. I don't like peppers, onions, tomatos, etc. I won't eat them, unless they were chopped up into tiny bits and mixed with bread or something like that. I even stopped putting spice on it. My parents eat weirdly, weird simple Asian-based food that is kinda unhealthy and not very tasty or some fancy fix-up with sorta just more hot spices and maybe some kinda juicy sauce. I never eat with them, anymore. They usually just have chicken and often have rice. I started eating like this because I had such a good time at Cracker Barrel. Once, my dad was rude to me and I got mad. It sounded like 1 guy suddenly said, "nigger." I was getting tired of just Olive Garden and Cracker Barrel.
So, it sounds like some people want to know if I liked what my mom cooked when I was little, when she's Asian and the good stuff isn't sold here. I did eat things like Pizza Lunchables, maybe twice a week, funny on top of pizza on Fridays at that school. My mom didn't like engage me in picking out food at the grocery store, and I learned what people at a long time ago in the U.S. I can't believe how you|anyone would actually went|go into what my dad ate. Yea, he's from a farming area, but they don't eat the kind of stuff you eat in the West|Midwest. Their food seems thin. I guess moving to the New Orleans area, my appetite increased. It's funny, though, his family is from Northwestern Pennsylvania. I think that my grandma has always made good candy, Buckeyes, chocolate fudge, peanut butter fudge, these things of a compilation with marshmallows like fudgy cookies, and oatmeal cookies, which lots of people have made. It is about the best I've tasted, had a good homemade taste. Speaking of my grandma, it seems people say that I'm not good as a suggestion but never say why and the reason is never clear. My parents think I don't have total attitude control and that it doesn't matter if people are mean to me. I don't really know what it's like to get mad at other people having your food. I think Italy has good ice cream shops. In Florida, I guess the food is kinda made to be satisfying yet trashy in a lot of ways but not like infested with maggots. I think Ellen DeGeneres gets mad at me for growing up in Southeastern and Northeastern Florida until I turned 12 because I'm really tight, realy tightly built and compact, in a way that is not necessary but sorta the arsenal I have in life, unnecessary in that my life isn't complete. That may not make sense, but you may not really know. I mean, if you did, you could tell me. I can't really fix things like that that sound good. Well, the restaurants are a bit, er, ... what's the word ... vengeful. I guess the food is fine at the fancy restaurants.
Part of the thing is I thought it'd be cool "not to cook."
So, it sounds like some people want to know if I liked what my mom cooked when I was little, when she's Asian and the good stuff isn't sold here. I did eat things like Pizza Lunchables, maybe twice a week, funny on top of pizza on Fridays at that school. My mom didn't like engage me in picking out food at the grocery store, and I learned what people at a long time ago in the U.S. I can't believe how you|anyone would actually went|go into what my dad ate. Yea, he's from a farming area, but they don't eat the kind of stuff you eat in the West|Midwest. Their food seems thin. I guess moving to the New Orleans area, my appetite increased. It's funny, though, his family is from Northwestern Pennsylvania. I think that my grandma has always made good candy, Buckeyes, chocolate fudge, peanut butter fudge, these things of a compilation with marshmallows like fudgy cookies, and oatmeal cookies, which lots of people have made. It is about the best I've tasted, had a good homemade taste. Speaking of my grandma, it seems people say that I'm not good as a suggestion but never say why and the reason is never clear. My parents think I don't have total attitude control and that it doesn't matter if people are mean to me. I don't really know what it's like to get mad at other people having your food. I think Italy has good ice cream shops. In Florida, I guess the food is kinda made to be satisfying yet trashy in a lot of ways but not like infested with maggots. I think Ellen DeGeneres gets mad at me for growing up in Southeastern and Northeastern Florida until I turned 12 because I'm really tight, realy tightly built and compact, in a way that is not necessary but sorta the arsenal I have in life, unnecessary in that my life isn't complete. That may not make sense, but you may not really know. I mean, if you did, you could tell me. I can't really fix things like that that sound good. Well, the restaurants are a bit, er, ... what's the word ... vengeful. I guess the food is fine at the fancy restaurants.
Part of the thing is I thought it'd be cool "not to cook."
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