Re: B4 Class
Sent @ 2:55:38 A.M.
I told her in class to add my on my new Facebook, near the beginning of the year, maybe even 1st class. She didn't. Then, she didn't e-mail me back after telling me to e-mail her. Amy Daniels, my partner in Acting 1, the really polite girl with curly, pretty light blonde hair, from California somewhere, on my YouTube acting and me watching her singing class, said Ginny said she doesn't check her e-mail but she had said to e-mail her, I think.. I talked about it with her and the black girl we worked with, who's on my Facebook and YouTube. I talked to her until 8:45 P.M. Then, she closed her Facebook until like 2 A.M.
What I was sobbing about was how I went to Lakeside, the mental institute for the misbehaved and mostly mixed people of Orlando, and it is a poor quality institute with papers in the middle office closing like every 5-15 seconds. There is a small space for females and like 15 rows of couches for males. I can't sleep there, I know, now. I was there a long time, 1st, only a month, and a night the 2nd time, just had to present myself and hadn't like gone there much. I risk going back, but I don't corner my mom, in her room and stuff, guess my dad doesn't want me to, neither, will tell me to move out he said, if I do. I mean, I don't do so much, but I just get feisty, like mad, don't like punch the walls. Try not to get mad, maybe will just learn to ignore my parents, but I felt really hurt, didn't know what to do, knew no one cared, that people were all going crazy around me imprinting me with memories about my future kids and husband. *D;
So, I was so sad because the 1st time, I had thought I was in an experiment and had to call Tim Burton's daughter the N word ("nigger..") because it would come up and to make it seem like not as bad, and I was really confused. My dad wasn't as nice to me anymore. When I punched my wall not so bad when the people on the Johnny Depp board, bless them, racistly discluded me, ..once more.., my mom took me to get my blackheads removed from this lady at her home and later at a spa. She put suctions on my forehead, and I couldn't think as well, anymore, it seemed that chords were plugging to the front of my head, in a good way, though I've sensed a good time ago that that is a bad thing. I still feel my face swirling somewhat uncontrollably most of the time, though. So, what made me mad was when I went there, there was this black, sorta lighter almost tan guy, who later I saw had clear sorta holes in his nose filled with puss dirt, not really sure why.., went and I watched TV, and it seemed suddenly everyone in Orlando and eventually the world knew about it, and the people at the hospital were ever so much more racist once they found out. This has been since December 2009 when it happened. I was there like April-May 2010.. So, no one is nice to me, but they also hurt me more before in public, because in the experiment I flunked out of and was kicked out of college, my major in music education and taking singing. I originally wanted to do singing and composition, mostly, at 1st, but I got in the 3rd audition. I think I will go to a Catholic school up north near where my relatives live and take singing, didn't have it before. I will go in Spring 2014, if my audition goes through and my non-failing semesters work.. Maybe, I can transfer to singing at Rollins. If I go to UCF, I mean that would be cool, too. I would probably live at home and take the shuttle. I mean, when I get back, maybe I'll take Ginny's Speech and Voice and Articulation classes at Seminole, was gonna go there for singing. I went there to audition, but I guess I am not ready. Maybe, I will do some things I know and like, if they are the right variety.. So, I stopped when I almost threw up a little and I guess just tried to feel good.
Also, I wonder if it was Ginny's choice for messing herself up ..like everyone else. That's what people think in communities who are successful and uninhibited citizens.
Well, okay..
Sent @ 2:55:38 A.M.
I told her in class to add my on my new Facebook, near the beginning of the year, maybe even 1st class. She didn't. Then, she didn't e-mail me back after telling me to e-mail her. Amy Daniels, my partner in Acting 1, the really polite girl with curly, pretty light blonde hair, from California somewhere, on my YouTube acting and me watching her singing class, said Ginny said she doesn't check her e-mail but she had said to e-mail her, I think.. I talked about it with her and the black girl we worked with, who's on my Facebook and YouTube. I talked to her until 8:45 P.M. Then, she closed her Facebook until like 2 A.M.
What I was sobbing about was how I went to Lakeside, the mental institute for the misbehaved and mostly mixed people of Orlando, and it is a poor quality institute with papers in the middle office closing like every 5-15 seconds. There is a small space for females and like 15 rows of couches for males. I can't sleep there, I know, now. I was there a long time, 1st, only a month, and a night the 2nd time, just had to present myself and hadn't like gone there much. I risk going back, but I don't corner my mom, in her room and stuff, guess my dad doesn't want me to, neither, will tell me to move out he said, if I do. I mean, I don't do so much, but I just get feisty, like mad, don't like punch the walls. Try not to get mad, maybe will just learn to ignore my parents, but I felt really hurt, didn't know what to do, knew no one cared, that people were all going crazy around me imprinting me with memories about my future kids and husband. *D;
So, I was so sad because the 1st time, I had thought I was in an experiment and had to call Tim Burton's daughter the N word ("nigger..") because it would come up and to make it seem like not as bad, and I was really confused. My dad wasn't as nice to me anymore. When I punched my wall not so bad when the people on the Johnny Depp board, bless them, racistly discluded me, ..once more.., my mom took me to get my blackheads removed from this lady at her home and later at a spa. She put suctions on my forehead, and I couldn't think as well, anymore, it seemed that chords were plugging to the front of my head, in a good way, though I've sensed a good time ago that that is a bad thing. I still feel my face swirling somewhat uncontrollably most of the time, though. So, what made me mad was when I went there, there was this black, sorta lighter almost tan guy, who later I saw had clear sorta holes in his nose filled with puss dirt, not really sure why.., went and I watched TV, and it seemed suddenly everyone in Orlando and eventually the world knew about it, and the people at the hospital were ever so much more racist once they found out. This has been since December 2009 when it happened. I was there like April-May 2010.. So, no one is nice to me, but they also hurt me more before in public, because in the experiment I flunked out of and was kicked out of college, my major in music education and taking singing. I originally wanted to do singing and composition, mostly, at 1st, but I got in the 3rd audition. I think I will go to a Catholic school up north near where my relatives live and take singing, didn't have it before. I will go in Spring 2014, if my audition goes through and my non-failing semesters work.. Maybe, I can transfer to singing at Rollins. If I go to UCF, I mean that would be cool, too. I would probably live at home and take the shuttle. I mean, when I get back, maybe I'll take Ginny's Speech and Voice and Articulation classes at Seminole, was gonna go there for singing. I went there to audition, but I guess I am not ready. Maybe, I will do some things I know and like, if they are the right variety.. So, I stopped when I almost threw up a little and I guess just tried to feel good.
Also, I wonder if it was Ginny's choice for messing herself up ..like everyone else. That's what people think in communities who are successful and uninhibited citizens.
Well, okay..