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Sunday, January 13, 2013
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"Sing Stronger, Longer." Oh, boy~ More than Julie Andrews? Can anyone tell me how to get that voice back? I also quit ballet to do film acting. Theatre is just a workshop, an experience to do arts that's not when you're doing a movie or something like modeling and all the other Hollywood mishap. It was Johnny Depp who convinced me that anything other than acting was, like, not worth it. Probably Tim Burton, who got Johnny Depp to do "Sweeney Todd," which seems to have sorta whistled him out, I found out. My voice is better, but it's not nearly as strong as when I was a teenager. I know that's the peak of your ballet years. Anyway, my voice may be better because of what my tennis teacher in Saint Augustine said all the time, you have to practice the right way because practicing the wrong way only makes it worse all the time and that it's really important. The 1 in Slidell said, "Play through any weather." I know where he's from, Rochester, NY. Also, I started to record. I don't know if I did most of my musical theatre singing before 16 or after 16, but I've done church music more than most normal people. My favorite as a child was children's music, but I wasn't fit for "Where is thumbkin?"
Singing is now only fun if you're prepared and have a superb, supple voice teacher. I wasn't really looking to take lessons any time soon, but I know I had a good organ teacher when I started lessons. I've had lots of experience of training in singing, and I feel it just keeps recycling with more beginners. I know singing pros give Master Classes. Singing is about making it and not at all about a singing coach. However, I did find of a good singing coach. Some go at it more slowly. I find that more emotional sorta regional stuff is more interesting.
I guess people do musical theater in order to do the dancing and singing and do the musical theater. I guess they don't do church music. I suppose opera was the big thing about being a voice major. Yes, voice majors can do some musical theater and we do but not very well. I find that it's more like vaudeville, which I did a project on.
Thanks for the tip, I'll remember again but don't believe I breathe from my gut. I use the big round vowels when I realize I'm at a voice lesson or singing in another language. So, that's the only tip. So, come to the workshop prepared and already singing without thinking about breathing from your gut and articulating. Well, I'm all about acting with your face like it's really important because I'm into art and all and photography of modeling and stuff, so I believe anything is okay in the face in technicality but that it must be pleasant or funny. Actually, I try not to scrunch my eyebrows. I do that when I'm embarrassed.
It's too bad Charlotte Church got bigger, but that's what happens. I'm guessing she wasn't athletic. It's easy to tell. I guess only people who did gymnastics or ballet or dance or cheerleading or dance team or something else maybe would know. I know in baton the marching is very hard and it's very hot in Southeastern Florida. I do believe she could be more childlike. She already has kids, I think, 2. A son and younger daughter, I think. They aren't like very childlike, just seem to be putting on a face, like they don't want to be like she was as a singer. I mean, she's the epitome of that spirit but denies it's right. I know she wanted to dance and people made fun of her and she stopped. A lot of fat people are like that, probably fat people or tall people, want to do something else like acting. It's just too hard to get that thin if you haven't been. I know Gelsey Kirkland was fat. My mom was actually fat at 1 point. Other than that, I know she changed to gymnastics and was #1 in the country, Indonesia. She wanted to be an ice skater, but she did ballet solos at church, like with the whole nativity or something of that nature rather painted in back. So, I know she was the skinniest kid and the fairest, too, "like a blonde," like so light. Here she is just seen as so like nice and too overly polite but not very white and not very respectful to the Mongoloid race. (Yes, she has a European connection and an English accent but not a strong 1 here.) So, Ginny, I just wanted to know about singers who start out skinnier like Charlotte Church or not. Then, since you're in theatre and worked with the puppets like your whole life was sure that ballet would be something you have knowledge of. I wanted to get taller again because I guess I thought I was too short. It seemed like I couldn't get that skinny and could not succeed as a ballerina. I just miss when I moved away from Florida, I used to be short and then was taller than the average block and then moved and was so short all of a sudden and not considered cool. I used to be 5'1" but now am 5'3". I was on medication so grew an inch. I stopped taking even doctoral medication. I did drama as a tween|teen, and being tall was an asset and something to be jealous of, but being short made you younger it has always seemed. It seems it's always best to be supple, as the answer. I don't know of people who are supple just because they're tall. I just don't think it's about hight. I think that it's best to eat and grow, though, so maybe I'm not much of a ballerina. The soloists are always like 4'11"-5'4". Supposedly, this is like being an ice skater, but this idea has died down. Ginny, you've inspired me. =] Maybe, film actors shouldn't be tall. Whoops, I should put these thoughts in my blog, but it's on topic to what you were saying. I wanna post this now and do something else. I hope your workshop went well. I'll see you in class on Tuesday, maybe edit my post.
Oh, here's me singing a classical song by Henry Purcell. =I
http://youtu.be/9I5vq_mzd-s
Look, also here's a video showing the improvements this weekend from the influence of your immaculacy:
http://youtu.be/fuanS4o2gPA
"Sing Stronger, Longer." Oh, boy~ More than Julie Andrews? Can anyone tell me how to get that voice back? I also quit ballet to do film acting. Theatre is just a workshop, an experience to do arts that's not when you're doing a movie or something like modeling and all the other Hollywood mishap. It was Johnny Depp who convinced me that anything other than acting was, like, not worth it. Probably Tim Burton, who got Johnny Depp to do "Sweeney Todd," which seems to have sorta whistled him out, I found out. My voice is better, but it's not nearly as strong as when I was a teenager. I know that's the peak of your ballet years. Anyway, my voice may be better because of what my tennis teacher in Saint Augustine said all the time, you have to practice the right way because practicing the wrong way only makes it worse all the time and that it's really important. The 1 in Slidell said, "Play through any weather." I know where he's from, Rochester, NY. Also, I started to record. I don't know if I did most of my musical theatre singing before 16 or after 16, but I've done church music more than most normal people. My favorite as a child was children's music, but I wasn't fit for "Where is thumbkin?"
Singing is now only fun if you're prepared and have a superb, supple voice teacher. I wasn't really looking to take lessons any time soon, but I know I had a good organ teacher when I started lessons. I've had lots of experience of training in singing, and I feel it just keeps recycling with more beginners. I know singing pros give Master Classes. Singing is about making it and not at all about a singing coach. However, I did find of a good singing coach. Some go at it more slowly. I find that more emotional sorta regional stuff is more interesting.
I guess people do musical theater in order to do the dancing and singing and do the musical theater. I guess they don't do church music. I suppose opera was the big thing about being a voice major. Yes, voice majors can do some musical theater and we do but not very well. I find that it's more like vaudeville, which I did a project on.
Thanks for the tip, I'll remember again but don't believe I breathe from my gut. I use the big round vowels when I realize I'm at a voice lesson or singing in another language. So, that's the only tip. So, come to the workshop prepared and already singing without thinking about breathing from your gut and articulating. Well, I'm all about acting with your face like it's really important because I'm into art and all and photography of modeling and stuff, so I believe anything is okay in the face in technicality but that it must be pleasant or funny. Actually, I try not to scrunch my eyebrows. I do that when I'm embarrassed.
It's too bad Charlotte Church got bigger, but that's what happens. I'm guessing she wasn't athletic. It's easy to tell. I guess only people who did gymnastics or ballet or dance or cheerleading or dance team or something else maybe would know. I know in baton the marching is very hard and it's very hot in Southeastern Florida. I do believe she could be more childlike. She already has kids, I think, 2. A son and younger daughter, I think. They aren't like very childlike, just seem to be putting on a face, like they don't want to be like she was as a singer. I mean, she's the epitome of that spirit but denies it's right. I know she wanted to dance and people made fun of her and she stopped. A lot of fat people are like that, probably fat people or tall people, want to do something else like acting. It's just too hard to get that thin if you haven't been. I know Gelsey Kirkland was fat. My mom was actually fat at 1 point. Other than that, I know she changed to gymnastics and was #1 in the country, Indonesia. She wanted to be an ice skater, but she did ballet solos at church, like with the whole nativity or something of that nature rather painted in back. So, I know she was the skinniest kid and the fairest, too, "like a blonde," like so light. Here she is just seen as so like nice and too overly polite but not very white and not very respectful to the Mongoloid race. (Yes, she has a European connection and an English accent but not a strong 1 here.) So, Ginny, I just wanted to know about singers who start out skinnier like Charlotte Church or not. Then, since you're in theatre and worked with the puppets like your whole life was sure that ballet would be something you have knowledge of. I wanted to get taller again because I guess I thought I was too short. It seemed like I couldn't get that skinny and could not succeed as a ballerina. I just miss when I moved away from Florida, I used to be short and then was taller than the average block and then moved and was so short all of a sudden and not considered cool. I used to be 5'1" but now am 5'3". I was on medication so grew an inch. I stopped taking even doctoral medication. I did drama as a tween|teen, and being tall was an asset and something to be jealous of, but being short made you younger it has always seemed. It seems it's always best to be supple, as the answer. I don't know of people who are supple just because they're tall. I just don't think it's about hight. I think that it's best to eat and grow, though, so maybe I'm not much of a ballerina. The soloists are always like 4'11"-5'4". Supposedly, this is like being an ice skater, but this idea has died down. Ginny, you've inspired me. =] Maybe, film actors shouldn't be tall. Whoops, I should put these thoughts in my blog, but it's on topic to what you were saying. I wanna post this now and do something else. I hope your workshop went well. I'll see you in class on Tuesday, maybe edit my post.
Oh, here's me singing a classical song by Henry Purcell. =I
http://youtu.be/9I5vq_mzd-s
Look, also here's a video showing the improvements this weekend from the influence of your immaculacy:
http://youtu.be/fuanS4o2gPA
Facebook Post
http://www.facebook.com/ginny.kopf
Okay-
I just mean that no one else is talking to you and wasting time, I mean, I'm sure you have time.
I don't really know what you mean about a suggestion on my blog. I was just suggesting that a good field trip would be to Saint Augustine, the nation's oldest continuing city, in NE FL, just under Jacksonville. Other than visiting a theatre, it would be the best place. Since you're probably the best worker|employee at Disney, I'm sure that's the most sought after place of worship. I think I almost took a trip there with Valencia when I was 20. Saint Augustine. It's just that it was the kind of thing Orlando is interested in.
Well, I don't like to be interrupted, as far as if people posted to me every day on like some site. No one has directly spoken much with me. I would just probably hash out what's gone on in my head and my experiences. I usually analyze with what I can muster and have in the back of my memory the assurance or approval or proof that I have something to say and have more than 1 trick up my sleeve. I find the things I find out are about feelings. I pretty much find younger people to not have that much meat|rhythm. Older people don't e-mail much.
Facebook doesn't show all your posts to the public, just picks random posts from the past. The people I was interested in before apparently aren't good people. They said my impression was bad, and they've done this, before. I really don't get it because I'm a good person. I've just gotten mad, lately.
Yes, people read my blog, but if I put a counter on it it would load slowly. I put up a forum where the public can comment but no luck. I just have to organize it so I can keep track of what's interesting. You can't read all the comments in a list, it disappears, even on the reader apps I saw. Everyone's still on IMDb or maybe Facebook.
I don't have friends. I changed my accounts and we've stopped talking altogether. I used to talk to some of them more than they talked to me. Popular people don't notice me, for some reason, but are nice to me, so I don't get it.
BTW, I think I almost broke my ankle seeing "Mary Poppins," and I wouldn't have been able to do the homework but still have a day and caught up on sleep. My printers stopped working, and we're running out of money, I guess. Your homework sounded easy. I'll have to pull it out soon, feeling kinda hungry because of my ankle. It relaxed me, though, so I'm glad it happened, was funny. Actually, hitting a curb made it hurt a lot, and I did the same thing to the other 1 except on a curb and not stairs to the seat in the back row. Don't worry, though, though it did hurt a lot and stressed me out it doesn't hurt now so much, thought it'd take a week or a few days to die down though it wasn't too much a surprise for some reason. When I moved here, I wasn't getting the right|enough food like before. I was in my room all day online not feeling like going out and benefited from being alone probably. Should have gotten a refrigerator and microwave in the garage when we moved out of the 2nd apartment since the hurricane where we were before. So, I guess I fell and my ankle felt kinda rubbery but still usually I don't get hurt when these things happen. I finally did some core workouts recently, have done yoga in the far past. Guess it takes awhile to reap the benefits. It was probably too late and I had to take a break and just kept doing other things, taking walks, sleeping. At least, I'll be enrolled in weight training instead of tennis since it was too late. So, since I'm walking around fine I can do the homework when I relax at Valencia if for some reason I can't do it tomorrow.
Whoops, another long post, but you know it's better to be able to say more in less time. Only smart people who can go to college can do that. I don't mean anyone is, like, totally hopeless.
Ginny - I don't really understand why Facebook makes changes that everyone thinks is stupid and then waits and makes another change later rather than reaching all their goals at once, like making Facebook formattable like Blogger is and making it so it works out in public by option.
Okay, I'll keep blogging, maybe think of things to help me with this class. I post about it on my blog and I guess you don't have a site where I can post it to you. You know, like the fun side, the emotions, some of the traditional stuff maybe. I'll try not to double post too much, but if other people would post I'm sure it wouldn't matter. So, not sure what to do. Guess just make it look like it's your site more and wait for others to respond. Seems like I posted a lot under this topic. Have a good day at school tomorrow, it's already late, I have another day and have to eat more for my ankle but caught up on rest.
Okay-
I just mean that no one else is talking to you and wasting time, I mean, I'm sure you have time.
I don't really know what you mean about a suggestion on my blog. I was just suggesting that a good field trip would be to Saint Augustine, the nation's oldest continuing city, in NE FL, just under Jacksonville. Other than visiting a theatre, it would be the best place. Since you're probably the best worker|employee at Disney, I'm sure that's the most sought after place of worship. I think I almost took a trip there with Valencia when I was 20. Saint Augustine. It's just that it was the kind of thing Orlando is interested in.
Well, I don't like to be interrupted, as far as if people posted to me every day on like some site. No one has directly spoken much with me. I would just probably hash out what's gone on in my head and my experiences. I usually analyze with what I can muster and have in the back of my memory the assurance or approval or proof that I have something to say and have more than 1 trick up my sleeve. I find the things I find out are about feelings. I pretty much find younger people to not have that much meat|rhythm. Older people don't e-mail much.
Facebook doesn't show all your posts to the public, just picks random posts from the past. The people I was interested in before apparently aren't good people. They said my impression was bad, and they've done this, before. I really don't get it because I'm a good person. I've just gotten mad, lately.
Yes, people read my blog, but if I put a counter on it it would load slowly. I put up a forum where the public can comment but no luck. I just have to organize it so I can keep track of what's interesting. You can't read all the comments in a list, it disappears, even on the reader apps I saw. Everyone's still on IMDb or maybe Facebook.
I don't have friends. I changed my accounts and we've stopped talking altogether. I used to talk to some of them more than they talked to me. Popular people don't notice me, for some reason, but are nice to me, so I don't get it.
BTW, I think I almost broke my ankle seeing "Mary Poppins," and I wouldn't have been able to do the homework but still have a day and caught up on sleep. My printers stopped working, and we're running out of money, I guess. Your homework sounded easy. I'll have to pull it out soon, feeling kinda hungry because of my ankle. It relaxed me, though, so I'm glad it happened, was funny. Actually, hitting a curb made it hurt a lot, and I did the same thing to the other 1 except on a curb and not stairs to the seat in the back row. Don't worry, though, though it did hurt a lot and stressed me out it doesn't hurt now so much, thought it'd take a week or a few days to die down though it wasn't too much a surprise for some reason. When I moved here, I wasn't getting the right|enough food like before. I was in my room all day online not feeling like going out and benefited from being alone probably. Should have gotten a refrigerator and microwave in the garage when we moved out of the 2nd apartment since the hurricane where we were before. So, I guess I fell and my ankle felt kinda rubbery but still usually I don't get hurt when these things happen. I finally did some core workouts recently, have done yoga in the far past. Guess it takes awhile to reap the benefits. It was probably too late and I had to take a break and just kept doing other things, taking walks, sleeping. At least, I'll be enrolled in weight training instead of tennis since it was too late. So, since I'm walking around fine I can do the homework when I relax at Valencia if for some reason I can't do it tomorrow.
Whoops, another long post, but you know it's better to be able to say more in less time. Only smart people who can go to college can do that. I don't mean anyone is, like, totally hopeless.
Ginny - I don't really understand why Facebook makes changes that everyone thinks is stupid and then waits and makes another change later rather than reaching all their goals at once, like making Facebook formattable like Blogger is and making it so it works out in public by option.
Okay, I'll keep blogging, maybe think of things to help me with this class. I post about it on my blog and I guess you don't have a site where I can post it to you. You know, like the fun side, the emotions, some of the traditional stuff maybe. I'll try not to double post too much, but if other people would post I'm sure it wouldn't matter. So, not sure what to do. Guess just make it look like it's your site more and wait for others to respond. Seems like I posted a lot under this topic. Have a good day at school tomorrow, it's already late, I have another day and have to eat more for my ankle but caught up on rest.
Problem
I feel that people have not given me like any opportunity in life, like they were born stupid and that's all they think can exist. They think every thing I do is a sign, and the things they think are important, but no one knows for sure why and they know though that it is not the same as what they've been thinking and that no one deserves to be led into like being sentenced to death. However, there are people who feel this is okay but will tell some people otherwise, when asked. It doesn't really matter, but other people shouldn't be attacked to be expected to be better. I mean, death is not good, but people think you find yourself in the afterlife though we don't know and should know that what we do on earth is important to us and to others. We don't know if like dying would make it better.
My take is that people are all making fun of me for not being a ball of putty from up north and then saying everything I do wrong is wrong because of that and not thinking. How can I trust anyone? Everyone thinks that's the most brilliant thing.
My take is that people are all making fun of me for not being a ball of putty from up north and then saying everything I do wrong is wrong because of that and not thinking. How can I trust anyone? Everyone thinks that's the most brilliant thing.
Problem
Why am I getting the infiltration, like radio waves pickup, or like a static interruption from others of ideas that I'm not really prepared for or that are simply adverse?
Like, I know that maybe "what's" important is not something that you expect. You don't even know though why but pretty much know why, in another way but you know not really just in case? I guess if you don't know it must be sneaky and you have to figure it out or maybe it's not as bad if you'd know. So, maybe some things are important. Lies from people you know and bad ways of thinking ... do not impress me personally.
Like, I know that maybe "what's" important is not something that you expect. You don't even know though why but pretty much know why, in another way but you know not really just in case? I guess if you don't know it must be sneaky and you have to figure it out or maybe it's not as bad if you'd know. So, maybe some things are important. Lies from people you know and bad ways of thinking ... do not impress me personally.
Settling for the Future
Why would you settle on an unpleasant idea, thinking it'd only apply to others? Then, you find you just did it to shut them up. I don't even know if that was some thing on purpose, sounds kinda abstract and constructed. It could be a solid way of thinking in a different way.
So, I guess people settle for the future to impress.
So, I guess people settle for the future to impress.
Ate
This morning, I had 2 French bread pizzas, asked my dad for different kinds. Then, later, they made me a hamburger and hot dog. My dad put cheese on the hamburger, with the (Heinz) ketchup I asked for. Then, I got some baby carrots and veggie dip and 2 giant Reese's.
I brushed my teeth twice and flossed the front, took my 2 chugs of water to swish.
I brushed my teeth twice and flossed the front, took my 2 chugs of water to swish.
People From Florida Analyzing Funny Things
People from Florida think it's funny to analyze finding out about something incredibly pleasurable. I guess people from places other than Florida and California find a lot of comfort things unearthly amusing. I'm sure they do both. They are welcome to be appropriate and have a lot laid out.
Amusing Analyzations
Does Ginny Kopf find it amusing to analyze "kids" who want to be a problem, like feel bad about something? Is that her light in her life, her *joy* and her *salvation*? 3D Because it seems like it...
Hmph! 34
My dad got me this really cute black cane with a foam handle and a dangling black lace on it ... but no crutches. It's easier walking without anything. This'll be fun in Acting I.. (Voice for the Actor, Acting I, & Thursday nights Improvisation..)
People Who Move to Florida From Other U.S. States
I wonder if people who moved to Florida, their kids, think like actually expected to be told they were better than you when all is said and done based on the fact they're not from Florida.
Problem
I'm trying to concentrate in private and have homework in theater and may have a hard time hobbling around school printing it out.. I also have to involve another person! I would never do that. Anyway, people are like bothering me in private sending me suggestive messages, really, and it seems to sorta make me tired. Like, the technology does funny things, and people are interested. It's true, though I know it doesn't seem like it.
Problem
I'm getting more bs that kids want me to prove that if I were in their shoes I'd get mad and blame someone for something in real life even if I found out ... "they didn't 'do it.'"
Wow, Ginny Kopf, is this what you do on the weekend? How am I supposed to do your homework if I broke my ankle?
Wow, Ginny Kopf, is this what you do on the weekend? How am I supposed to do your homework if I broke my ankle?
Problem
Yesterday, when I got back the 1st time, there was a fat lady with a skinny head in front, fluffy dyed hair. She was tilting her head sarcastically because I don't think I should tell people I missed "Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious." You know, every time. I could hear it loud and clear from the stalls. It had just ended, so I saw them lined up. I was annoyed because there's no way I could sit there and not have an insulting thought come to my mind hit hard. It's just what happens. I really don't want to do that, remember??? So, she tilted her head and made me think of my mom's nose being stupidly smooth like a slide like a triangle! Oh no, that's not okay. I be that thought is floating above her head. And then, her neck popped and I think it still freaks my mom out. I felt my mom doing something with her nose, too, and I'm not sure what happened now. It doesn't seem okay, to me. The problem is she's so sorry for other people and thinks you should make a big deal out of stuff like this, when it's not really what you're supposed to pay attention to. I don't want to say this every time much less have to remember nor that I will. I won't. I mean, that's that. You won't say it every time you list what plays or musicals you've seen.
At the Show, Yesterday
Actually, the 1st time I got up was to put water in my left eye after "Feed the Birds." I thought it would be good if I were in that section. When we clapped, for some reason I clapped louder when she came out.
My Hurt
It doesn't hurt, but I can't stand on 2 feet. It bends much better. I had a nice, light Chinese food and slept for like 6 and 14 hours. I was planning on sleeping, anyway, but this is good. At least, I don't feel as agitated about that theater segment.
Dreams
It's hard to remember my 1st dream. Oh, yes, I thought my old choir director, Mrs. Campo, was murdered. It was my fault, somehow, I guess because I'm indian. So, I found her, and she was carrying me quite a lot with my hurt ankle. It was interesting how I connected. Before, Ellen DeGeneres was carrying me with my hurt ankle and I was thinking about being rubbed. There was another dream where I was trying to **********. My dad's youngest sister and little girl cousin, the aunt told me to be more comfortable in the bathroom. When I went in the bathtub, I looked from behind the curtains and the light was on and she had come in then left. The next dream, I was on a long long walking bridge, strong, like a dream. I remember there were 3 boys, 1 maybe his name started with a Z. 1 was Tim Burton's son. I talked to him, and he was really nice and cute. He was small with dark hair. I was with several adults. I know Helena Bonham Carter was there, and she was taller than me by several inches and more rotund and healthy. I got up thinking I wanted to put how her round, chubby daughter squaked as she picked her up. After awhile, I said she was the most European person here and went up to her and maybe or probably started to put my arm around her. I guess she was putting her arm around me and stuff for a long time, with my hurt ankle, which isn't really hurt now, and in different ways. For some reason, I was thinking of old movies like Singing in the Rain or An American in Paris, which I thought of seeing Mary Poppins yesterday. Eventually, she picked me up because of my ankle, for a long time. I made a strong connection with her dad being all English and then with the rest of her race being Spanish and Jewish. I'm not sure what was most memorable. I guess my hurt ankle and seeing her as most European. I did see maybe an all English blonde with slick hair, and I guess for some reason it didn't matter to me. *** So, I guess you can imagine how it was. I don't remember all the details. I guess I felt kinda knocked out a bit but nothing really bad, like I went in and wasn't afraid to process things. Before, I think I felt a bit worn and unable to experience. This time, I was kinda not fully developed, still. When I was looking to see if she was murdered, it was very depressing and something I had to accept. I was worried that it had to do with me not stopping it and causing it. It was sorta a dark, trashy, more sharp slum area, more orangey and like with slits of other things. The bridge was big, like an old dream, and weighted down, quite a lot, though it didn't seem to affect me as much as it could, like I was dead in a way partly. It was a thick bridge. We were sitting on the side. There were like maybe 3 wires and a window with cement on the outside. It was very strong, like a building or street, very thick, seemed so stable but uh-oh not really invincible. So, Helena Bonham Carter was wearing a dress, which was maybe was like brownish with certain colors like orange or blue or green. So, Helena Bonham Carter was saying "David" because her dad is all English a few times. Also, I went in the bathroom to lock the door. I can't even close my garage door because of a chord in the way. I guess with the choir director we were down in a low area that was kinda yellowy-orangey-maybe gray. I had told someone about a Cathedral that seemed good but not the best, you know 1 of 3.
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