Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Wanna fight?
Why?
I'm speaking to a different peanut gallery this time. I just mean why do you fight me? I'm not having fun. I'm living for nothing. I meet someone, and poof it's always gonna be gone. It's gonna be about someone else even if I see someone in real life..
I'm speaking to a different peanut gallery this time. I just mean why do you fight me? I'm not having fun. I'm living for nothing. I meet someone, and poof it's always gonna be gone. It's gonna be about someone else even if I see someone in real life..
A Serious Request/Whatever
Why is everything that was about me being made fun of? I don't want each person I know to turn into someone else. I guess I don't know anyone who has any time for nor interest in me. I know I am well-respected as a person.
I don't appreciate this.
Why are you messin' with my mom? You don't pay attention to everyone. I'm not just talking to nor about one person. I'm just talking about what's happening to me. I don't care what anyone says. I'm not gonna be put down by anyone like I deserve it. This is outta hand. Something's gonna catch up with you sooner or later and you won't even think about how you've become. You made it in a day. I don't care about like ooh what if such and such happens nor what stupid people do and about what they deserve too.
What I Was Sayng
was a message I got and I don't know who from. If I were smart, I'd rephrase it but mean no harm.
I think the UK people, the popular ones, have been a bother, not names, just what seems to occur.
I think the UK people, the popular ones, have been a bother, not names, just what seems to occur.
I'm sorry.
but this isn't gonna fly. This new way of thinking, like oh this is proper, when it's rude. I don't like the UK liking the bad people who are English in the US.
So
Why is someone different to me now? That will go into the fact they seem kind of hideous in their actions. They seem mad. I feel I should talk about it. I care about them. I'm tired of these shitty insults. (I'm trying to be funny in saying "shitty.") 8| Just something for us to talk about. We all see and know.. is something wrong? This person does not seem happy. I don't care about getting attention. I care about the person. Their life needs to be good now. If they like someone, they should reach out.
Thanks for the toy.
So.. why is there nothing for me to do? I don't think those famous people beat me.
You wanna know exactly what it was.
Why? :|
Yes, I care about you and you all..
I guess we just have a toy where you are uncomfortable about me and my race but rather my new infamous treatment by the dumbo world.
Yes, I care about you and you all..
I guess we just have a toy where you are uncomfortable about me and my race but rather my new infamous treatment by the dumbo world.
Condensed Message to the UK
I don't find them proper nor polite.
Don't know who did what tho so didn't address it to anyone. :| I really mean no insult. I feel insulted like an animal.. Yes, in fact I think it is animalistic to treat me like an animal.. I don't mean to attack your attempts. Perhaps, other people share much of the same traits as you? Sorry if that bothers you to realize.
Don't know who did what tho so didn't address it to anyone. :| I really mean no insult. I feel insulted like an animal.. Yes, in fact I think it is animalistic to treat me like an animal.. I don't mean to attack your attempts. Perhaps, other people share much of the same traits as you? Sorry if that bothers you to realize.
You people who live where I'm from
I don't give a rat's ass about you thinking being a certain mold of a person means well I'm here, I'm fast, I'm gonna hurt you, cuz I got it. If you ask me, I won't think what you're doing is nice.
I'm afraid the UK..
..is ***.
I'm not into making all these fantasy suggestions for not having English blood. I'm a mix of Anglo and East European.
People are going dead in to humiliate me by suggesting things to my mom for thoughts she's had.
Yes, I am a talker. It doesn't mean I'm negating what you think. I'm not a "bad girl." I am a romantic personality type, tho. So, I find myself in between being popular and being an outcast, if that strikes a fancy in you. Is that part a big deal? I think you just judge people for who their parents are. You see my life is hard, and I don't have English blood so people don't care about me for no reason. I am not the only person in this world who could learn something from being taught a lesson. Right now, I think they changed the heating/cooling thing in our house to make funny noises, in fact. I can't tell, but it's bothering my eyes. What do you got against me? I can talk. This is my life. You have no right in this world to prolong ruining it. I'm just saying in general, whoever presses the button. I don't need to be taught a lesson. What I say is true, and I am on the good side. If you don't get that, you're in my way. Can't any of you talk? Get a BlogSpot!
I'm not into making all these fantasy suggestions for not having English blood. I'm a mix of Anglo and East European.
People are going dead in to humiliate me by suggesting things to my mom for thoughts she's had.
Yes, I am a talker. It doesn't mean I'm negating what you think. I'm not a "bad girl." I am a romantic personality type, tho. So, I find myself in between being popular and being an outcast, if that strikes a fancy in you. Is that part a big deal? I think you just judge people for who their parents are. You see my life is hard, and I don't have English blood so people don't care about me for no reason. I am not the only person in this world who could learn something from being taught a lesson. Right now, I think they changed the heating/cooling thing in our house to make funny noises, in fact. I can't tell, but it's bothering my eyes. What do you got against me? I can talk. This is my life. You have no right in this world to prolong ruining it. I'm just saying in general, whoever presses the button. I don't need to be taught a lesson. What I say is true, and I am on the good side. If you don't get that, you're in my way. Can't any of you talk? Get a BlogSpot!
In a Better Mood
but feel punished
I'm so sorry! What can I do? People just want to see black and white stripes. They can't take the truth and talk.
I'm so sorry! What can I do? People just want to see black and white stripes. They can't take the truth and talk.
Apology Again?
A thought came to my mind, not literally, but I thought people were deliberately trying to make me mad. I dunno what to do. It could happen again. I didn't want it to. I'm sure other people have these feelings. My mom was acting all like she was so cool around me and I wasn't. Like, it's the new thing she discussed with someone I hope feel we are worth it talking to. She had messed up my face some. People keep doing that since I missed Ellen a week, said I would, cuza appointments and keeping up with Sarah Brightman's concert online but mainly appointments I thought.. They've messed up my body before. It must cause some anger. It was just a passing thought while I was being tortured. I don't like to be cornered like that.. What can I do? Can anyone help? I didn't do things like my dad in a bad way. Me being fat is for other reasons. Don't like k*** me! I know people in Fort Lauderdale, some were like that, like think it's only about your measurements. They were all hectic and clingy to one another, like they had something others didn't. Anyone wanna counsel me? Why are you quickly throwing raw thoughts at me like they don't matter and I can't say anything or else? It's not a game and fun. I don't think it's "gifted" to communicate like that. You can do it, but it's not funny. It's quite a spectacle. So, I mean, I don't like it. I think you're just doing it to punish me. I can punish you. You think I'm just a n*****. You can't be like, what did she do now? Everyone in real life knows I'm good. Even my therapist who thinks I'm coocoo. You aren't special to be mean to me instead. You all have nothing to say. Why? Cuz yer up to no good. You don't respect me. You think my talents are a goof. I ain't listenin' to ya. Why can't you just be nice?
Story
There was a girl named Britainy Lee who was 16. She wore a pink dress today with little white dots all over it and white pants underneath with white boots and a white hat.
She liked to walk along the stream where she lived and pick flowers and take them back to her own little cottage. Her parents lived somewhere else.
There was a wonderful man there who was 22 whose name was Bryan Smith. Other people abounded. In fact, people were in mixed families. Britainy was just mature.
So, she went to sit on the bank with the other girl who were observing the flowers and taking in the atmosphere. A girl came to her who was 14 in a yellow dress. They talked awhile, and it was a sweet exchange.
There was to be a journey. All the girls were totally transformed, and the boys went along their merry way to make it a merry day. Actually, they were waiting at night. Some of the girls were playing, like London Bridges and dancing, like in class every day. Some of the younger ones actually were sitting down huddled to themselves. Britainy approached them and talked to them. They smiled, and she then found them to be very happy.
The night was so dark and intense, and stars were beautiful. It was actually rather warm, and it was very romantic to be there. It was so magical in her mind, all the sites she took in. She looked at the younger girls playing London Bridges. They ran off and were talking and had fantasies, apparently. She felt almost as if she were singing. How glorious it was to think of singing in the big beautiful cathedral basilica made to worship the likes of God.
She liked to walk along the stream where she lived and pick flowers and take them back to her own little cottage. Her parents lived somewhere else.
There was a wonderful man there who was 22 whose name was Bryan Smith. Other people abounded. In fact, people were in mixed families. Britainy was just mature.
So, she went to sit on the bank with the other girl who were observing the flowers and taking in the atmosphere. A girl came to her who was 14 in a yellow dress. They talked awhile, and it was a sweet exchange.
There was to be a journey. All the girls were totally transformed, and the boys went along their merry way to make it a merry day. Actually, they were waiting at night. Some of the girls were playing, like London Bridges and dancing, like in class every day. Some of the younger ones actually were sitting down huddled to themselves. Britainy approached them and talked to them. They smiled, and she then found them to be very happy.
The night was so dark and intense, and stars were beautiful. It was actually rather warm, and it was very romantic to be there. It was so magical in her mind, all the sites she took in. She looked at the younger girls playing London Bridges. They ran off and were talking and had fantasies, apparently. She felt almost as if she were singing. How glorious it was to think of singing in the big beautiful cathedral basilica made to worship the likes of God.
What is it, now?
Trying to k*** off the Chinese?
:| It came up in another corner of the world, something people probably all do. Don't bother anyone else, but I'm pretty ferocious about people not talking to me. Mua ha ha. }:D We shall see? I see I have something in common with others now. :D
:| It came up in another corner of the world, something people probably all do. Don't bother anyone else, but I'm pretty ferocious about people not talking to me. Mua ha ha. }:D We shall see? I see I have something in common with others now. :D
Feeling Sad
I wasn't trying to be mean to my dad, but I was mad at whoever did something to me, don't know who. Should I guess? Naw. It was not cool.
If marriage were more than 2..
..I still don't wanna
I dunno tho that's what I believe in. Order, tho, 1 2 3..
I dunno tho that's what I believe in. Order, tho, 1 2 3..
Did you notice that..
..the people on Ellen are all in a trance and stupe to her while they dance submissively and inferiorly in spirit?
I actually stand for that.
I connect with nice people who look shitty from external factors. I feel sorry for them. When you see someone meek and humble and not that pretty but not like a disgusting look hopefully. You know they deserved more. If you see someone you admire, you can't say they're like nothing..you know, I get from my dad a look that's more like that mold of an English girl with bleached hair and a strong, supple look and attitude, tho I am from my mom more like a puppety look so I can't look like I get from my dad. It gets in the way, actually. I can't seem to establish a "look" for myself and need to in a way.
So
It's not like you go in like the devil and try to make someone all I wanted to be. You give everyone what they want. It's just what I thought when I was bombarded with a message to make someone else how I like and not me. I'm not scared of nothin'. Really, that is the solution. Try to figure out how to make everyone equally happy. Why should I sit here and take this and not whoever pressed the button?
Just look back at it.
All you see is rubbish thrown over me.
I am not bad now, but it's pretended. Yes, it's to make other people feel better, some people probably need me to inform them. I guess the point is I'm not to be treated like I'm some sort of traitor. It's that people were throwing rubbish over me, and I tried to deal with it but didn't agree with it. You all came in and did some things that are really inappropriate, that don't have anything to do with anyone else. You told me I was just shit and called my dad shit. Shit!?#$!& *shit* croaks a frog. (It's supposed to be funny, DUH! My blog. My funny. Not tryin' to think of any one person.) And whoever just did that I did not know. I mean it was a message that sorta popped up in the lava or boiling mass of water.
I am not bad now, but it's pretended. Yes, it's to make other people feel better, some people probably need me to inform them. I guess the point is I'm not to be treated like I'm some sort of traitor. It's that people were throwing rubbish over me, and I tried to deal with it but didn't agree with it. You all came in and did some things that are really inappropriate, that don't have anything to do with anyone else. You told me I was just shit and called my dad shit. Shit!?#$!& *shit* croaks a frog. (It's supposed to be funny, DUH! My blog. My funny. Not tryin' to think of any one person.) And whoever just did that I did not know. I mean it was a message that sorta popped up in the lava or boiling mass of water.
OK get this
You're in trouble if you don't know what you're doing and haven't ever developed any of your talents.
What a Thing
to talk about when you told me to leave the house because you can but act possessive over me as a person like a parent still when I'll be 30 in 2 years..
Perhaps, the decision has been finalized. If so, if because of that.. I don't really get it, I was just talking out. I may not be refined, but my life has been stolen and given to complaining other performers in Hollywood.
Perhaps, the decision has been finalized. If so, if because of that.. I don't really get it, I was just talking out. I may not be refined, but my life has been stolen and given to complaining other performers in Hollywood.
My "Shit List" or My Bad List
No one is on my bad list..? Um..I can imagine things I hate more than what a murderer would present to me as his or her personality.
"You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.. when I'm gone.."
Don't worry about me until Friday morning or maybe evening/night.
I don't feel psyched to being in trouble.
I don't feel psyched to being in trouble.
Something wrong with the guy.
My dad is acting a bit off because something went astray at a certain time.
I was tricked.
They want me to think I am the best person in the world. They want me to know I'm not but believe I am loved enough.
How could you do this
to an innocent girl who is always good? Like, oh, I think she has to be rubbed in to dads born in 1950 in a way that is uncomfortable to her. That's a decision, not a reaction, it's a decision about who I am to tip me over.
IMDb - The Soapbox
Why are gay people so gay?
A topic was right on here, recently. Gay people are excited about being gay, and it doesn't seem to stop.
People just know you're supposed to marry, but I don't believe in that, anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy for any hetero/homo couple/group. I just feel that marriage is like an abortion. It's giving up your friends forever and not realizing you will be tired of that boy or girl. The only reason there seems to be is to have babies together.
I will never give up believing in a successful life for being with only 1 person. Maybe, my dad likes that, but that's him. My mom wanted to do something with children but was told to leave. She seems to be being babied by older people.
People just know you're supposed to marry, but I don't believe in that, anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy for any hetero/homo couple/group. I just feel that marriage is like an abortion. It's giving up your friends forever and not realizing you will be tired of that boy or girl. The only reason there seems to be is to have babies together.
I will never give up believing in a successful life for being with only 1 person. Maybe, my dad likes that, but that's him. My mom wanted to do something with children but was told to leave. She seems to be being babied by older people.
This is a lot like people being disappointed in Tim Burton and Johnny Depp having kids with girlfriends.
I can only dig in further to say they want to preserve their status as Late Boomers and have their own kids rather than other people's.
I sense more weird feelings.
Trying to get me to get an o***** punishing me for little things that don't count.
I don't understand..
..when people tell me to think about someone else for a change and not myself. I mean, is something the matter, it's always about everyone else?
What I Need to Do
I need to make sure my dad is still happy. I don't feel anyone loves me. I don't see why in such a spirit I am watched and like people wonder about what I say.
I told my dad he was lying that they were nice to me and it sounded right and he was saying to leave right now and got closer until I took it back. What if I had a disability? I'd rot. :( Prayers to all who rot. It should not be. Those lousy old homes and the homeless. But yes, no one cares if I "rot in Hell."
I told my dad he was lying that they were nice to me and it sounded right and he was saying to leave right now and got closer until I took it back. What if I had a disability? I'd rot. :( Prayers to all who rot. It should not be. Those lousy old homes and the homeless. But yes, no one cares if I "rot in Hell."
"The Low Down"
Not everyone is interested in what I have to say, but some people are in this..
My psychiatrist was like yelling with my mom and I.
Today, my mom was like punishing me for it and ended up yelling.
My dad did, too.
My psychiatrist was like yelling with my mom and I.
Today, my mom was like punishing me for it and ended up yelling.
My dad did, too.
I don't care about you all anyway
Everyone in this world .. well the ones I know .. are racist! I don't need to be sorry for anything nor trapped by anyone's words.
In My Room Alone
These people keep being mean to me and hurting me with what they can say when they watch me. My life and the world has become nothing, and some people don't care!
I know no one likes me.
They keep doing weird things to me, and I can't escape.
Someone keeps having weird things done to me if something happens naturally that's like getting upset.
I just want to relax!
Someone keeps having weird things done to me if something happens naturally that's like getting upset.
I just want to relax!
Don't some people
just really make life a drag? Why not go for the high points or let me? I told you I can't seem to get these things out of my life. No one's perfect. Okay, right now they won't stop bothering me. These noises keep happening in my room that they do. Like I said, they keep holding onto the past, like if I feel upset. I didn't do anything wrong.
I know what it is.
The medicine I'm taking is making me lethargic. I have to move out 1st if I don't wanna take it. My psychiatrist even makes me keep it cuza that. He said I could see another 1, but now he says no one will get me off it. I'd have to just monitor it myself and live somewhere else since the doctor will prescribe it to me.
The truth comes out.
I bet people would believe other people and not me. I know what I'm doing I think as I go along. Who does?
I should be going on with my life
but I'm distraught over what people are gonna say to me knowing what kinda thing's been going on with me.
Problem
I keep getting barged in on and bothered. People are mean to me, and I "can't" be mean back. You think I'm not worth it cuza my age. You also don't get that it's funny when someone curses on their own blog. I only have to worry about handing out my blog to people if I work with them cuza things like the Facebook conspiracies. I admit I wasn't behaving perfectly, but I was treated like I was a big mess. I feel a bit inhibited and that I'm on medicine I should not take, like it's not for anything I have wrong and therefore is said to be a danger. I don't understand, are the jogs and situps not enough?
Every Good Boy Does Fine
Older adults are supposed to give good young people what they want. Maybe, most are on a guilt trip. As far as generation goes, with how we're treated we're not happy always by 1 generation.
Story
There was a girl whose name was Judy LooLoo. She was an ordinary human girl. Her hair was a neat goldish blonde. Her eyes were a crystally aqua color. Her hair curled in ringlets. She was 13.
There was a boy named Peter who was 20 who seemed very kind to her in an older ballpark range of an age. He had fair brown hair and twinkling blue eyes.
They lived in a city. Things were almost magical there.
There was a big house where they lived. There were many lively, beautiful, fit and slender ladies there. The men were in and out. Most were in their late 20s and early 30s. The ones in their 40s were very wise, and there were also many who were in their 50s, 60s, and 70s.
Judy was alone and didn't feel like crocheting. Peter came along and said, "Hello, and what are you up to?"
"I'm not up to anything," and she weeped longingly. She was in a grayish blue substantial dress. He gave her a hug and held her closely. Evening came, and she ate her supper and then got ready for bed, stayed up to post on her blog and talk to some friends on her computer, which was covered in rubber with a strong screen, like shark tank glass at an aquarium. It would not break. It is a surprise how careless and silly people can be, but she never seemed to have any problems.
There was to be a big journey. Everyone came and many walked and some rode in covered wagons. Finally, they reached their destination, and the big crowd were all happy.
A little boy about 7 became a bit rowdy yet somewhat playful.
It was a festivity. Judy had fun running around by herself in her half up pigtails.
They all went back. She went out to sit on the bank in the evening. Other girls were there who were about 7 or 8. They looked longingly at the water. Judy played that she was a pirate. She ran around despite her demeanor around them. She wa in a white lace dress, nothing in her hair nor on her head.
Peter came and told her they could go away together on a boat. She gave him a big smile and agreed. The pirate ship came in, and Peter shouted, "Argh, matey's!" They got in. Judy swabbed the deck. The ride was nice. Judy lay in her bunk against her pillow, and Peter came to talk to her.
They landed in Spain. There was black and red all around. They found a gold cathedral, as well, with beautiful artwork and celestial music like they'd never heard. Peter picked up Judy and they proceeded to the organ where she tried to play. Her feet did not reach the pedals, so Peter gave it a shot and it sounded grand. He could play little learning pieces and gave it a hand. The organ was so beautiful. Judy turned on the chimes and she giggled to herself.
They scurried back to the ship finally and again they were off. This time they landed in southern Canada and met some indians. They went further north and found snow wolves, which were elegant creatures. They speared fish, which was delicious. Judy was not used to this cold and had to bundle up. She eventually went back home. Peter finally came back, too.
It was time for school to start up. She did well in school. She was now in high school, taking high school courses. She decided to transfer to an arts school to learn musical theater dance. It was a lot of ballet and jazz. At night, her singing would make her feel better. In the end, she graduated and got a certificate and became a pro and starred in a musical mainly as a dancer but with good singing parts. She eventually got married to a boy from Finland and they had a beautiful baby boy and girl. The girl's hair had very fair and abundant highlights and her eyes were a deep light crystally blue. The girl's name was Judy, too. She grew to be a shapely young girl with a supple figure and her hair was very luscious and sparkly.
There was a boy named Peter who was 20 who seemed very kind to her in an older ballpark range of an age. He had fair brown hair and twinkling blue eyes.
They lived in a city. Things were almost magical there.
There was a big house where they lived. There were many lively, beautiful, fit and slender ladies there. The men were in and out. Most were in their late 20s and early 30s. The ones in their 40s were very wise, and there were also many who were in their 50s, 60s, and 70s.
Judy was alone and didn't feel like crocheting. Peter came along and said, "Hello, and what are you up to?"
"I'm not up to anything," and she weeped longingly. She was in a grayish blue substantial dress. He gave her a hug and held her closely. Evening came, and she ate her supper and then got ready for bed, stayed up to post on her blog and talk to some friends on her computer, which was covered in rubber with a strong screen, like shark tank glass at an aquarium. It would not break. It is a surprise how careless and silly people can be, but she never seemed to have any problems.
There was to be a big journey. Everyone came and many walked and some rode in covered wagons. Finally, they reached their destination, and the big crowd were all happy.
A little boy about 7 became a bit rowdy yet somewhat playful.
It was a festivity. Judy had fun running around by herself in her half up pigtails.
They all went back. She went out to sit on the bank in the evening. Other girls were there who were about 7 or 8. They looked longingly at the water. Judy played that she was a pirate. She ran around despite her demeanor around them. She wa in a white lace dress, nothing in her hair nor on her head.
Peter came and told her they could go away together on a boat. She gave him a big smile and agreed. The pirate ship came in, and Peter shouted, "Argh, matey's!" They got in. Judy swabbed the deck. The ride was nice. Judy lay in her bunk against her pillow, and Peter came to talk to her.
They landed in Spain. There was black and red all around. They found a gold cathedral, as well, with beautiful artwork and celestial music like they'd never heard. Peter picked up Judy and they proceeded to the organ where she tried to play. Her feet did not reach the pedals, so Peter gave it a shot and it sounded grand. He could play little learning pieces and gave it a hand. The organ was so beautiful. Judy turned on the chimes and she giggled to herself.
They scurried back to the ship finally and again they were off. This time they landed in southern Canada and met some indians. They went further north and found snow wolves, which were elegant creatures. They speared fish, which was delicious. Judy was not used to this cold and had to bundle up. She eventually went back home. Peter finally came back, too.
It was time for school to start up. She did well in school. She was now in high school, taking high school courses. She decided to transfer to an arts school to learn musical theater dance. It was a lot of ballet and jazz. At night, her singing would make her feel better. In the end, she graduated and got a certificate and became a pro and starred in a musical mainly as a dancer but with good singing parts. She eventually got married to a boy from Finland and they had a beautiful baby boy and girl. The girl's hair had very fair and abundant highlights and her eyes were a deep light crystally blue. The girl's name was Judy, too. She grew to be a shapely young girl with a supple figure and her hair was very luscious and sparkly.
TV
Ellen seemed to be cheery. The lady I saw 1st was nice. Very friendly and smart and to the fact. The dude was so cool. His brunette daughter with dark black fluffy hair, dark like him but light skin, was so smart looking. The soldier at the end was so kind, as well, and represented the forces well. He seemed to feel guilty for being in the military, injured. I wanted to be in in some way, but I'm trying to promote my art/performing, instead. My other dream was to be a successful millionaire.
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