Sunday, September 7, 2014
I just realized
people think they need to be harsh on me with others getting attention cuz of the person's fierce racism, the object of said lust. Well, more complicated than that.
This
I hope you followed my logic. You don't like to talk about it, but that's what seemed unnatural or insecure.
More about what this post said. I just wanted to point out they seem to feel extra uppity about it for claiming it's natural. I said fine. I mean, why should I care? What can I do? I like other people getting attention, anyway.
When I was out, we were funning how others ask famous people for attention, but I mean I thought they'd get it anyway. They just have to be a big fan. It's not really funny that I get it so easy, but the meetings aren't real, they're planned for me, too..
I guess there's not much to say or they don't want to say anything other than what they already are. I must inform you on the streets we even know about this, and I found it funny this person is so incessant and as are others on telling someone to give them attention. Don't they know they don't have to ask? I didn't get attention from Celine Dion, and I may be 1 of her biggest young fans. I understand it seems I guess I just realized that they deserve it but that things got in the way. When I came online, all I knew was that you should actually talk to people and not secretly read their blog. So, I dunno exactly what this person wants other than my servitude. Even then, it gets rubbed off as a joke. So, who knows, maybe they just don't know of anything different. Like, I'll talk about people their age, and I sense trouble brewing. What is it? Can it be stopped? I already said like Ellen says some people can talk any time, and if you make a good impression.. I mean you can't expect to get her e-mail, but at least have a good track record online. Anyone know the answer to this? We can't just speak in code, but things must be reasonable as before. Like, I may get money and people not be surprised it's for acting or being an extra or a model.. It shouldn't be a problem, like maybe I wouldn't deserve it, cuz everyone before would say I would. Why should this be taken from me? I could move to LA and see Bella Thorne at a premiere and wave and scream. Eventually, I'd be famous myself with talents in, like, the classical arts, like singing and dancing, and I'd finally always have people to talk to. Then, we wouldn't have to talk in code just to me. I am having fun now hanging out here, but I don't expect anything from famous people. I'd like to be a supporting fan.Interesting
Why are people so mean to me about questioning this girl getting attention when they talk to me? It just seems suspicious. I don't think it's right. Why not just talk to everyone, instead? I mean, people are acting like she's better. That's what. I like people getting attention, in this way. I'm not trying to start something, but I wanted to kindle a small fire so as not to set a big one, later. I'm worried. People around me. I feel so alone, though. I think I deserve to know people, but I mean I don't expect it to be famous people. You know, people are mean to me, anyway. :|
More about what this post said. I just wanted to point out they seem to feel extra uppity about it for claiming it's natural. I said fine. I mean, why should I care? What can I do? I like other people getting attention, anyway.
When I was out, we were funning how others ask famous people for attention, but I mean I thought they'd get it anyway. They just have to be a big fan. It's not really funny that I get it so easy, but the meetings aren't real, they're planned for me, too..
Autobiography
I started out an infant. My parents didn't know if I'd be a boy or girl. I had some yellow outfits.
I remember my crib and when I finally left it sometime when I was 1 or 2. I was tiny and would climb over my crib and go back to my new bed.
I remember living in the 2 storied house wanting a 3 storied 1. I remember 1 time my parents had visitors and I positioned bouceaux stuffed animals around my room, only to have my mom change it.
I started gymnastics at 1 3/4. My mom told me all about it. I remember, not sure how old. I was so frustrated we didn't do much cuz other kids were like knocked out.
I remember turning 2. My mom held me, and my dad took pictures. I had a nice cake and opened presents. I wasn't happy with myself and my dark hair, like I didn't matter, was slightly heavyset but "without a face" and "without a figure."
I remember going to Lion Country Safari. It was so much fun. We took pictures. I just remember walking around and don't much remember looking at anything nor going through the safari.
I went up north to the country in New York where my dad's family's farm used to be.
I had my 3rd birthday, and I was very witty, quick, and talkative enough. I don't remember being exposed to singing other than recordings. I didn't have a real piano until I was 3. It was a small keyboard. 1st, I had 1 that was like a music box. I remember it, when I was 1 1/2. I knew about singing and was probably distraught my parents wanted me to feel submissive to them, like ooh Christina's singing. I didn't like that.
Pre-school, I didn't talk at 1st cuz the other kids I was jealous of seeming allowed to become more Caucasian. I used to ask my mom to pick me up, and later she'd stroll me home.
Kindergarten, we moved from the nice Southeastern Florida Beach area to the big city in Northeastern Florida, Jacksonville. I had music class for the 1st time and told my parents I wanted to or liked singing. I was already an artist as my thing. That and gymnastics, actually. I remember my 4th birthday. I had it in the park. So, my 5th birthday was a magic show. It was very elaborate in a place. The people in Jacksonville when I was 5-6 thought I was Chinese or half Chinese, like oh my God how do they know about that? I remember knowing about Letter People and seeing the Alice in Wonderland play. It was a formitive time of my life. 1 of my favorite things are the movie Free Willy from 1993. It sums up the time well, that we matter.
I lived in Boca Raton near the main SE Florida beaches but above on the beach area. I did baton and it was spectacular. I was 7-8.
We lived in the nation's oldest continuing city when I was 9-11. It was the most formitive time of becoming who I was. I quit gymnastics and started to develop as how I looked as a person. We were still in Florida, Northeastern Florida. I soaked it in and loved it and learned a lot aesthetically walking around. I started piano.
We moved to the New Orleans area in Louisiana at the bottom of the country. I eventually became busy acting, taking ballet, singing in choir, and accompanying on keyboard instruments. 1 year I was in 3 choirs and 1 band. In college once I did 5 instruments, a dream come true. It was too much and I was told to stop certain things. I was interested in a doctorate in Music Education. It didn't seem to go with Performance, though.
My life became a known experiment to me, and later I thought it was celestial as things like that happened. I heard things, talking, like, a cute voice, "I'll save you from falling down, I'll save you from falling up!" It was like a cartoon. I heard stuff all the time. This was a the top of the US in the Cleveland OH area. It was interesting I was in the area for organ last summer and had family I'd never seen there.
I came home and lived it up in Orlando. It was nice, sometimes, felt like I still received celestial images. I loved posting online and stuff, tried college online. I went to the mental hospital again and spent a couple years tired under meds, like now. I may get off with a new psychiatrist someday hopefully soon or when my parents don't have anything on me, I can leave.
I am upset I lost my voice and feel I blame others. Well, I mean the power of my singing voice, but I'm trying to rebuild it. I need to be famous. People treat me like a joke. We moved twice in this area.
I remember my crib and when I finally left it sometime when I was 1 or 2. I was tiny and would climb over my crib and go back to my new bed.
I remember living in the 2 storied house wanting a 3 storied 1. I remember 1 time my parents had visitors and I positioned bouceaux stuffed animals around my room, only to have my mom change it.
I started gymnastics at 1 3/4. My mom told me all about it. I remember, not sure how old. I was so frustrated we didn't do much cuz other kids were like knocked out.
I remember turning 2. My mom held me, and my dad took pictures. I had a nice cake and opened presents. I wasn't happy with myself and my dark hair, like I didn't matter, was slightly heavyset but "without a face" and "without a figure."
I remember going to Lion Country Safari. It was so much fun. We took pictures. I just remember walking around and don't much remember looking at anything nor going through the safari.
I went up north to the country in New York where my dad's family's farm used to be.
I had my 3rd birthday, and I was very witty, quick, and talkative enough. I don't remember being exposed to singing other than recordings. I didn't have a real piano until I was 3. It was a small keyboard. 1st, I had 1 that was like a music box. I remember it, when I was 1 1/2. I knew about singing and was probably distraught my parents wanted me to feel submissive to them, like ooh Christina's singing. I didn't like that.
Pre-school, I didn't talk at 1st cuz the other kids I was jealous of seeming allowed to become more Caucasian. I used to ask my mom to pick me up, and later she'd stroll me home.
Kindergarten, we moved from the nice Southeastern Florida Beach area to the big city in Northeastern Florida, Jacksonville. I had music class for the 1st time and told my parents I wanted to or liked singing. I was already an artist as my thing. That and gymnastics, actually. I remember my 4th birthday. I had it in the park. So, my 5th birthday was a magic show. It was very elaborate in a place. The people in Jacksonville when I was 5-6 thought I was Chinese or half Chinese, like oh my God how do they know about that? I remember knowing about Letter People and seeing the Alice in Wonderland play. It was a formitive time of my life. 1 of my favorite things are the movie Free Willy from 1993. It sums up the time well, that we matter.
I lived in Boca Raton near the main SE Florida beaches but above on the beach area. I did baton and it was spectacular. I was 7-8.
We lived in the nation's oldest continuing city when I was 9-11. It was the most formitive time of becoming who I was. I quit gymnastics and started to develop as how I looked as a person. We were still in Florida, Northeastern Florida. I soaked it in and loved it and learned a lot aesthetically walking around. I started piano.
We moved to the New Orleans area in Louisiana at the bottom of the country. I eventually became busy acting, taking ballet, singing in choir, and accompanying on keyboard instruments. 1 year I was in 3 choirs and 1 band. In college once I did 5 instruments, a dream come true. It was too much and I was told to stop certain things. I was interested in a doctorate in Music Education. It didn't seem to go with Performance, though.
My life became a known experiment to me, and later I thought it was celestial as things like that happened. I heard things, talking, like, a cute voice, "I'll save you from falling down, I'll save you from falling up!" It was like a cartoon. I heard stuff all the time. This was a the top of the US in the Cleveland OH area. It was interesting I was in the area for organ last summer and had family I'd never seen there.
I came home and lived it up in Orlando. It was nice, sometimes, felt like I still received celestial images. I loved posting online and stuff, tried college online. I went to the mental hospital again and spent a couple years tired under meds, like now. I may get off with a new psychiatrist someday hopefully soon or when my parents don't have anything on me, I can leave.
I am upset I lost my voice and feel I blame others. Well, I mean the power of my singing voice, but I'm trying to rebuild it. I need to be famous. People treat me like a joke. We moved twice in this area.
Do you think you're smart
to be gifted to think of being mean to someone who's innocent who you think did something? Someone in the capitol of Lousiana said to execute someone piece by piece, like "the death penalty was too good for him."
That's Louisiana.
They state the ideal, and THEN they sign out and go along with the crowd. It's very subtle.
You act like I deserve
to be bossed around. I can see like a lady yelling at me, "No!" ("No, Christina!") I didn't deserve any punishment! It's not that they did anything but this attitude.
Interesting
Why are people so mean to me about questioning this girl getting attention when they talk to me? It just seems suspicious. I don't think it's right. Why not just talk to everyone, instead? I mean, people are acting like she's better. That's what. I like people getting attention, in this way. I'm not trying to start something, but I wanted to kindle a small fire so as not to set a big one, later. I'm worried. People around me. I feel so alone, though. I think I deserve to know people, but I mean I don't expect it to be famous people. You know, people are mean to me, anyway. :|
What makes a person bad?
I think about how bossy etc. kids are born in the Fort Lauderdale area.
They take attention away from you. That's really what they do, I'm not trying to imply something else, at least not now or not in this way or whatever, not sure what floats your boat. I don't really know. It doesn't make sense to be so vicious to me about it, in some ways, but it might be agitation of the population I'm talking about. I mean, yea, no need to over-worry..
But, yes, they get to live on the beach and they take attention away from you naturally. Why do they get to do that? They won't do that to me again.
Why do they live in the special beach family place, when you've lived there once but get hated on for getting to do that, while these other people continue to be brats taking all the attention away from you?
They take attention away from you. That's really what they do, I'm not trying to imply something else, at least not now or not in this way or whatever, not sure what floats your boat. I don't really know. It doesn't make sense to be so vicious to me about it, in some ways, but it might be agitation of the population I'm talking about. I mean, yea, no need to over-worry..
But, yes, they get to live on the beach and they take attention away from you naturally. Why do they get to do that? They won't do that to me again.
Why do they live in the special beach family place, when you've lived there once but get hated on for getting to do that, while these other people continue to be brats taking all the attention away from you?
I don't appreciate
you whiny brats making fun of me about how I feel around older people "cuz you know what I said when I was a kid and the oldest with brats around."
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