Showing posts with label Ginny Kopf. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 17, 2013

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I made a post for you but have to go soon so I'll just post a link to the blog post:

Well, something that I noticed for some reason I don't know but "feels" like it's actually important though I don't really know ... is that the accompanist must also be drinking water.. I guess the accompanist is the other 1 demonstrating unless you'd say it's just you. Maybe, accompanying is interesting in some situations. I know it isn't with a singer.

Hm, I guess the voice is your thing. You majored in something like Therapy..

I already know about drinking water after you've exercised and done lots of singing. When my voice gets weak, I need water. ;I

I'm actually quite adamant about the voice, myself, too bad I can't take that class, too, but your other classes seem kinda fun. No one there cares about voice that much. I don't really know anyone who does other than the more athletic singers. I guess you fit in that category and are accomplished in that, too. I didn't really know what I was doing in class, maybe was getting a feel for it. I hope I can readd it. I e-mailed my dad. I'm guessing that the question has come up. I mean, taking away your Florida residency after residing in Florida for quite a long time is detrimental. At least, I'll be with the other young actors.

What bothers me is when you sing and someone says it's the accompanist that is interesting. Too bad I can't sing with you. Learning piano I don't know if it teaches you the notes. I learned to read music before. It actually was just lucky for me. I guess that helped me do piano faster.

I'm guessing being well-fed is a must for young bodies, as well.  I realized when I was 15 I didn't look like a princess and started fasting for when I was 16.  I wasn't even juicy, before, though.  People need to fess up or they will miss and it'll be about me, instead of them.  ;{  Anyway, I'm sure the healthy eating, eating a large breakfast in the morning and packing a healthy lunch helped and probably had some special foods up at supper.  Eventually, I had to eat more and it was more nutritious.  The running made my singing more powerful.  My theory is you need to eat to make up for stress, and it makes you grow older.  If not, you will be lying on the floor like twitching-revolving.  Eating sweets after eating lots of nutritious foods kinda makes you more like well improves or increases digestion and appetite for food in general.  If you enjoy Cracker Barrel, I mean you eat to live.  That's what made me get bigger, even at 26.

I'm not sure why you're so short, but my mom is almost a midget and I was short until this year!  I was even feeling too tall to be like a star ballerina in history, which is what you're supposed to do if you like it and feel like you're strong enough to take it on.  Obviously, in film, I don't want to be short, and in singing I don't think so enough short people to go around.  However, come to think of it, there was this clumpy girl in a teen musical when I was starting high school...  I cannot say that she was small enough.  She was probably "not very tall."  Then, another girl, who I saw who was big and a year younger, the other being a year older, came and all of a sudden I thought she was short but I guess not.  She was Dorothy.  So, there went my opportunity to be a movie star.  I guess there were just no other roles I could take.  She also seemed clumpy in a different way.  I think she actually got her start in this big choir program and a Protestent church where they did Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and split the narrator into 4.  I didn't ask to do theater when I was little because I never heard of it and didn't want to talk about it.  I already had to take on the ballet as on top of gymnastics and didn't want to quit 1 and got into singing and music.  The rule is that you have to do this 1st and that it's not really too late for theater later.  Maybe, you could find out someone who could only do theater and then they have to do something else later.  So, eventually I did theater, after I quit gymnastics and there was no ballet school.  Gymnastics would just make you strong, not sure if it's good for stage theater.  I guess it'd make you ... dunno.  Guess I wanted to be popular.  Figured it was "the" opportunity to be superhuman and interesting and healthy and have an easy life.  I quit because it really was not all I wanted to do, so guess I'm a theater person.  I was thinking of doing it anyway, but I wasn't prepared.  I guess if you want to keep doing it, you have to be on a team from the beginning.  The funny thing is that ballet helps and that you'd start that at 3 or try for 2 or a lot of places now probably have it as pre-natal.  I mean, in gymnastics you don't even spin on the floor!  I don't even believe the schedule would ever work out.  What is ballet?  Pliés?  Interesting ways to move your body, lots of positions for the feet, which weren't laid out.  The big thing was not being allowed to study at home.  We didn't have it laid out to us.

Oh, by the way, I have an issue.  When I came home from college in 2005 it was big.  I saw these kids, these teens, at church, who were thin, trashy, but substantial, not modern, but people.  They were standing, really mad, you know taken aback though..., looking at a more plump kid being lifted in the air and feeling so good about it I guess.  That's kinda my base point.  I have another base point.  I experienced magic in Cleveland at the top of the U.S., which is at the corner of the Great Lakes, or "crack."  The obtuse bend.  It seemed like it was manipulated by Johnny Depp, who is overseen by Tim Burton.  Not sure what would happen in that chemistry, though I imagine it's a lot of mental issues and meaty issues.  I just know that no one cared about that, neither, in a similar way.  Really.  They also acted like they've in some way done a similar feel, which is too bad, because I know they didn't do that.  I just keep like taking my websites down and maybe it doesn't look nice and I just don't realize I won't say enough anyway and miss like something interesting, plus that I didn't talk about it before.  So, yea, I remember my freshman voice lab and Italian Diction & Repertoire teacher coming up to me, holding my hand for a long time and me not feeling nervous and her getting really big and strong from being fat and fishy before with flip flops and then looking all pro at the end of my stay ... She was so tall, from Minnesota you know, and she pushed me like my thought before of someone short being strong enough to carry me, you know, like touching me.  Anyway, so I came back and I have an issue it's this issue and it's that it's it it's about these teens and their feelings ... oh and then I went to Biloxi (Mississippi where I've been before - the point being to see a singer I remembered from arts school in New Orleans 2 summers before who was like perfect singing "The Ash Grove" or "With praise and Thanksgiving to God who is living the tasks of our everyday life we embrace..." got fatter and was singing that famous Japanese song I heard in Madame Butterlfy (almost said Lakmé! which I also saw in college with a similar-looking girl from Mississippi) and I saw a really fat lady with maybe 4 girls carrying this slick girl who looked like she was from Minnesota or Greenland with a huge bow and mousy light brown hair!  :0  I remember at 11, I was probably 4'10" or 4'11" and was hoping I could be a child star, could but maybe just didn't, and someone would lift me up at my arms.  At 10, I used to imagine being carried on someone's back who's maybe like age 20..  I guess the other young people maybe with young dads, know from Valencia in 2007 online that there were parents who were like 45 with grown kids older than me and met a cute guy who didn't readd me on MySpace who I lost (knew it but still did it) with siblings or brothers 20 years older, though a friend might take an interest too but kinda thought she'd want me to forget about this boy who was soo cute :'( looked English with light brown hair, ... So, other young people with younger dads can feel younger.  I had a friend with parents just a little younger than my dad, and my dad's youngest sister is a year younger than my mom.  So is Sarah Brightman.  Hm, don't know anyone else well.  I just know that people are attracted to people who are 10 years younger than my dad.  So, when I met a teacher who was shorter than me, maybe not, it seemed like I couldn't even look up to her other than intellectually.  I remember my piano teacher, she seemed like she wasn't much taller but guess she was and think I never got as tall as her, though I assume I was not in heels so you know probably that.  Guess she couldn't really even teach me.  I was her child prodigy accompanist.  So, I decided to revel in my newfound shortness upon moving to the New Olreans area, having been tall before probably from quitting gymnastics and having lots of meat even at lunch every day before lots of bread at supper, by being more filled out on the inside but was considered skinny, probably "sunken in."  I kept doing it.  Eventually, I wanted to be taller but recognized as 5'.  Never have been.  I moved back, quit ballet, and got taller, probably like 5'1" - 5'2".  The overdose of psychiatric medicine made me not as elastic.  I slept the years away.  I'm getting my female thing back, as I believe I told you but maybe not.  I'm happy, I've had it for weeks, but it wasn't so heavy.  It felt so good before being heavy, became such a part of me it seemed.  I am not as imaginative, did not want to be magical.  I'm not against eternal life possibility, know there are some setbacks.  It just seems like nothing matters, and that's a good thing.  I started to do other things and am not afraid to use curse words rather than warbling all my energy at cursing.  In school, I heard people curse and learned the ropes well since it struck such a nerve in me.  What about the cursing French teens|young adults?  I should probably try to be taller.  I will keep eating.  I will sleep.  It seems to make me lose stress fat, too.  Seeing thin people I just think of how incredibly mean they are and how they will be obese later or tan.  I know I blushed more as a newborn.  I don't know any people with umph who are stronger than me.  I do like short, ***y people.  Well, when I'm my bigger size it's exactly @ 5'3", and otherwise I'm 5'1½" unless I'm strattling, where I'm under 5'½".  I mean, I don't know if I'll get any shorter nor why I would other than that I'm older.  At least, life keeps improving in minute ways.  I thought it'd be fun to have older siblings and meet ***y ladies, etc.  But what's fun is to really get down!  You don't seem to know where I come from.  I met a girl from San Fransisco a year older with a sister a year younger in a grade younger than me, I think both in June or July, maybe the older 1 July I think.  Not sure, though.  However, I got there and went to a private school and then met her in high school in art and drama and other places.  I guess I got a good base, some nice people.  Not sure why some kids had to talk, but I found the work not fun and I never participated, would not participate in what we're not supposed to do because it looks like it was not the right time ever.  Ah yes, I saw said teenagers at church.  The girl who seemed around age maturity of 8 seemed like at college, which I went to because it was Catholic, as well, had a top music school, and classical ballet.  I also took the field trip with the kids in my brother's class to the water park, 6 Flags, and I was the least scared, as though not scared at all like, of the black waterslide.  Maybe the only 1 who felt that way.  Also, my sunblock didn't work and I got dark pink.  Now, my nose doesn't even turn pink.  I mean, I'm sure it would if I was just laying in the sun in the summer all day with no sunblock.  Your shoulders stay sexy for awhile.  You know if they've never seen the sun.  You don't really seem as like reverent overly as the person I knew from where you're from.  You seem more like the girl from L.A.  Guess you infiltrated into the Florida culture, next step is the Floridian coast but no work for you there I guess.  I'm not really sure what happened to the other girl when she went to the Disney program.  She just disappeared like everyone else but I know she went to Alaska and was doing well, seemed like something kept her from being too busy though she seemed to live in a classroom, maybe was interesting to her.  She seemed like she was from the state she moved to.  I was thinking I'm too short, 5', but assume there are people also my size.  ... ?: ...  It's interesting you seem to carry a lot with you, realize things that aren't important and that most people wouldn't like.  I never really wanted to be like into things that aren't like what I really want out of life.  You seem a lot like you're from up north.  Guess we're in the process of figuring you out, a great honor.  Don't believe we ever will, though.  I just realized you're a really down-to-earth person, except you're from California and moved to Florida.  You have very light eyes.  My eyes have been lighter than yours even at my age.  My hair is lighter than yours, and I assume but don't know your hair color when you were younger, I mean you seem dark but like alive I guess because you have blue eyes, something about where you're from.  I believe I could have had blue eyes.  I was not born with white skin.  I am not sure why it's white now, but I stay inside a lot though now I go out more.  I'm pretty sure I got the black hair from my dad.  I got the reddish, very brown eyes all my life from my mom.  Except they've been green.  They can seem all green.  I don't know I'd want to be a 4'11" or 4'10" smoking dyed blonde.  They did seem more on top of their finances, withdrew right away and weren't even in my class.  My brother is taller and got skinnier, and he is a boy.  I seem to be going OT.  I made my point, but I just can't figure out how to relate to anyone based on their hight.  I don't know if I just got shorter exercising, too, but probably.  I don't know if staying home would make me taller, but it's made me easier to process things.  I know most people are told to live feebly, but maybe their life isn't pound pound pound pound.  I just don't see why I'm a bad person, supposedly having an easier time at the impossible.  I mean, I didn't not eat as much, I just stayed up later.  I wasn't even busy other than piano.  Well, most gymnasts seem to be about 5'4" or 5'5", so maybe I'm a bit more of a gymnast.  I'm going to guess most taller girls feel more like gymnasts in their hight.  I can't remember before I did gymnastics my size or hight so much.  I think the gymnastics was a good discipline.  For some reason I was tired and not well-fed.  Maybe, I got it from my dad, maybe later on in life he wasn't as well-supported.  Old people who are tall like to treat younger people like babies.  It seems that I get nothing from my parents and that me doing the direction of what other kids do in relation to what their parents do is nothing.  I'd been considered pretty substantial but am getting more worn this week from school.  Maybe, breaking my ankle almost added to it.  Also, I feel my friends made me seem shorter.  I just don't look short, in a way, but don't seem like tall and unsubstantial, like I honestly still want to feel like a kid.  I felt taller last week and short this week.  I didn't notice as many short people today nor as many very fair people.

Well, okay, I guess I'll go sing now while I wait for the fish and sausage to cool.  I hope you had a good Master Class and that I made an interesting post, hope it didn't get in the way and was positive and something everyone will like, like about feeling good in class.  8=}  Haha, I just realized you're soo much older than me and at the same time you're both bigger and probably shorter than I will be at your age.  Not really sure what that's like.  So, thank you for letting that picture be posted, looks soo good!  =D  You look so substantial and pleasant, you know?  Sorry my post was long, warbling, and not really full of facts like maybe about your class, though I assume it's interesting, especially if you're already in theater ... guess it would be interesting since it was based on a voice teacher.  Teachers are not performers but performers give master classes I guess.  Maybe not Tim Burton.  Well yea but like maybe in certain places.  Julie Andrews directed a musical somewhere.  Recently.  Ah!  D':  I'm so sad I dropped your class, my dad might have let me keep it I think.  I'm going early tomorrow since Lynx closes at 5 P.M. and I was mad.  I'll be there for 12½ hours until your class starts, slept 14 + 3 hours right after class yesterday, woke up and got mad and the day went by somehow.  I was gonna wait and have my dad take me, but he might get fired.  Not really.  Hey that's how we moved here in the end.  He had a hard time finding a job that would hire someone special like him.  I should have been mature enough before to get out of some class.  I'm not sure how my day will go, plan to go online in the library and probably laugh.  I really don't know.  I also might go in earlier and ask some questions.  Then I'll have the whole afternoon.  My lock didn't work, but maybe I'll work out.  It was hard to sleep there last night.  I'm bringing an alarm and most definitely will wake up.  I already feel tired like I want to take a walk and go to sleep, not sure what I should do.  It seems when my dad loses work for my school he gets a warning, though I probably should use it, though now I'm not sure if it's too late for him to plan it out for some reason.

Oh, I see you teach Voice at Seminole and a Dialects class at Valencia, and I'm unhappy to miss your Voice class this semester.  I don't believe I was ready to take your class last semester, might have had some problems.  However, if I knew the transportation services here were so r friendly =} I probably would have, though I don't remember if I had waited awhile because I don't remember actually enrolling.  We did pay, though it wasn't really a big deal to me, I think.  The reason I came this semester was because I wanted to take the acting class, for some reason, and I was excited, as well, about improvisation, though it seems to be something that was well-liked in high school or generally sought after.

I simply waited too late.  You are getting older, and that is actually what upsets me, I know.  I don't like to pay attention to these things because it doesn't work out.  I simply didn't resubmit my residency on the right day, had time I know.  I just wasn't informed then that that was when it would be due.  I really didn't expect it, just wanted it in as soon as possible but did it in my own time, was feeling sluggish not leaving the house to do organized activities.  I think I'm applying for Rollins and UCF.  I wanted to take your classes like maybe more than once, particularly Improvisation, not sure why I'd sit in on Acting I.  I mean, there might be new people.  I'm sure I don't remember everything in Voice for the Actor.  I had the same piano teacher, an hour a week for a long time and the same choir director plus organ teacher sometimes for over a year.  I'll probably take your classes at Seminole, maybe graduate and take the Voice for the Actor class later unless I just stop taking class from you or find another teacher, too.  I wonder if there are any people in places like the Fort Lauderdale area.  It's been so long since I've lived there.  I wish and would have looked for you sooner, got around to it after auditioning with a certain program, which would have let me take classes and move up in Hollywood.  I can go back in February to all these places, but I probably will only apply to the 3 big 1s.  I was thinking of staying, but I mean I can still do stuff in communities.  I did want to live with my parents for money, though.  The reason I am staying is so I can get healthy.  I already auditioned.  I could be used, now.  Okay, I just signed up for the next audition, which is in the middle of February, 1st of the day, interested in everything, though not sure what I'll do for dancing.  Maybe nothing.  It already says on the audition form.  From your Voice class, I decided I could do comedy, stand-up.  I guess better do Modeling here than find out later that I can't do it somewhere else, better to get something.  I'm 26, though I guess I seem younger than people did before, even.  Better late than never, and I have a young mom for Generation XY.  I think I'm singing Panis Angelicus for Singing.  It was my 1st college song.  Otherwise, I'll do Pie Jesu by ALW.  If I don't make it here, I might try the 2 other places, could even see if I'm ready for 1 now, though I want to wait and see at the auditions, which you find out the next morning.  Last time, my mom met the founder.  I guess Panis Angelicus would be better for my voice, not much of an actor?  I mean, I was in the school play as a singer when we had 1, and the music class stopped being in the school plays.  I had the recording even after the hurricane.  Then, I was in still life when more people were in choir the next year.  After that, no big play experience, I think 1 liners.  I just remember always being in drama.  Of course, it was't rigid, shutter to think what the new drama in schools today are like.  Maybe, I'll go redesign my high school dreams, again.  All I can think of now is Gifted, and that's only with public schools or with traveling.  1 more reason not to go to NOCCA...  I do regret not being able to sing in your voice class, but I mean I'm here for the general acting.  If you taught singing, I mean maybe I would take it instead of Improvisation.  I just wanted to be with the kids my age.  This is like my last chance!  Okay, I just went and applied for financial aid for Summer 2013 at Seminole and have some papers to turn in to Valencia for this semester, just too bad about their Residency thing and me missing it on the 1st day of class..  At least, I'm signing up for other stuff extra early for now.  I was gonna post this in my blog, but guess I'll post it here, 1st.  I guess in the Summer, I look to take organ at Valencia either in the afternoon or on a Monday|Wednesday, seeing where I can practice and they have an organ in a concert hall...  So, I'm gonna take Ballet I.  They had a fair on Tuesday, and I spoke to a young 22-year-old dyed blonde for about 15 or 20 minutes.  The class is 8:30-9:55, and then I can take "Fitnss and Wellnss for Life I" 11:30-1:55

"FITNESS AND WELLNESS FOR LIFE I This course combines aerobics, strength training, and wellness principles. The student is helped to design a personal fitness program which includes regular workouts.

Lectures are once a week and topics covered include nutrition, stress, strength training principles, muscle development, and weight control. (Special Fee: $20.00)"

See, I wish I did a fitness class and a sport.  I signed up for Tennis, but it was too late the day of, and I'm not taking Weight Training in the morning, working out on my own, starts late instead of a week late.

So, I'll probably take what you teach in the summer.  I'll be signed up for all the financial aid because I won't fail or withdraw.  I signed up without auditioning for financial aid as a theater and dance major, but I'm taking the non-major ballet class because I don't know how I'd do in the audition.  So, let's see, I'll go to school at 5 A.M., leave at 3 P.M.  I guess I'd have to go practice organ.  I'll have to see if I can practice at a church, nearby.  There's more than 1.  I used to walk to church alone because it was across the trees of the subdivision or loop, rather, named after my high school.  I was gonna do tennis at Seminole, but there isn't any.  The summer tennis class is just way too late and would conflict if you were teaching.  So, I'll have a time of no extra music classes.  I'm not afraid of completing degrees other than 3 semesters of general studies which I'm doing nil at present.  If I withdraw from English at Valencia again, there's no grade forgiveness.  I know at Valencia, you have to be enrolled in choir.  Something like that, I think..  I wanted to take the group class, maybe for majors I'm pretty sure, like a master lab I suppose..  I already did music at a university, which was good for it.  So, I guess if I did it here would be a joke, would rather take your Voice classes 1st.  Maybe never even be a music major here unless it's for organ.  It's just that if I did music education, I'd have to take voice, again.  I'm guessing you do private classes in voice which incorporate singing and maybe don't do master classes, though.  Not sure if I want to play with my voice for an hour with you.  I mean, it'd be a riveting experience.  I mean, if I can't take anymore of your classes, for some reason, maybe will find out tomorrow, I'll take your classes outside of college or after I've gone to Seminole.  I will go to Seminole and take your classes in the Fall, Spring, or Summer.  Eventually, I will take private classes from you, unless my dad gets laid off, though before I was in school it didn't seem like it.  I haven't had problems, usually, with people in private classes.  I mean, my tennis teacher noticed.  I know with my piano teacher, I remember 1 time that we talked the whole time when I was 16 about my problems, early on at that specific age.  I don't believe medicine will get me anywhere in life.  I know some people ask for their lives to be sorta mercied.  That's not a nice feeling for the other person to feel and play with.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Something Soo Funny

I told my mom about Tai Chi in theater, and I remembered all the feel for the positions but told my mom if she did it I might not remember and said she didn't do it.

Problem

GINNY KOPF YOU LIAR GET OUTTA HERE AND LEAVE MY PARENTS ALONE YOU WTF R U A BAG OF CURSE WORDS I think you hurt my mom's feelings.  I don't care about stupid theater courses.  You just care about some other person.  You're not perfect.

How Long I Was Crying

I was probably shaking uncontrollably in segments, like huffing and puffing or like when my hamster died and its teeth were gone ... I glared at the priest and now there's a black priest there so *i** them ... oh yea he knew so you're a nigger if you think that means nothing because I know you would have done that (said that) ... for like maybe 15 minutes.  I sorta shrugged off any sentiments for this instructor.  I wasn't mad at her.  8|  I wasn't feeling very soft, and I don't like to feel soft and don't want to know why someone would.  I don't do it to be funny, act weak like I don't use my energy for shit.

Problem

Why is Ginny Kopf's Voice for the Actor class full now?  Also I have to call about transportation now.

The office is closed.  That means I'm gonna be there doing nothing for ½ day, 12½ hours.  For some reason, I thought they closed or something at 4.  By the time the Voice for the Actor class comes, maybe I'll just lurk outside or something.  I don't really wanna be around the kids all day.  I'll try to nap|rest.  I'll go on the computer.  I wanna go out and eat now but wonder if I should sleep.  I just texted my mom.  I have to e-mail my dad about if I can readd Voice for the Actor, but Valencia will just say it isn't fair.  Since I was already in it, they might readd me with more chance.  :|

Problem

LEAVE ME ALONE GINNY KOPF YOU I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM MY MOM YOU THINK MY FUTURE DAUGHTER ISN'T EVEN A NIGGER WELL YOU ALSO AREN'T ':P GO POST IT ONLINE YOURSELF AND LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE YOU

Problem

I forgot to say something in my last post.  I was focusing on something else.

My grandma talked to me on the phone a year before turning the age my mom was when I existed..

Problem

You're still alive?  I'm gonna *beep* you.  1 class and that's all that I get the benefit from.

I'm gonna be ½ the age of this teacher as this semester ends.  I don't give a *beep* over any of her students.  Ha!  Take that!

NIGGERS *BEEP* SOMEONE YOU AREN'T GONNA WIN

Problem

GINNY KOPF WHY DO YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SHIT.  (I mean who cares if other people think stupid stuff about me.  This is my whole life.  Why do I have to say that?  You might kick me out of your Facebook for having a conversation with others on my blog... and you wouldn't kick out some girl from California with a richer dad.)

Trying to Be Bad '=D

':0  Ginny Kopf, why do you believe I am trying to be bad?  YOU DON'T CARE.  YOU THINK IF I'M GOOD I'M A NIGGER, JUST A NIGGER TRYING TO BE GOOD AND GET ATTENTION.  That's what people think I think, though.

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:[ My mom just took me out of your Voice for the Actor class, and also I'm not currently in the PE class that I found doesn't start until February. (I thought the note said it started this week, just thought I read that part.) That's too bad because if I come in the morning and do PE - well, it looks like it isn't worth it so I'll just come at r 5:30 for the Acting and Improvisation, not too bad. :/

Still, not that it matters to you but I assume it would want to keep your site professional I'm a bit upset about not taking your Voice for the Actor class, in fact, because I mean it would be fun for me and when I texted my mom about maybe just dropping PE she didn't text me back. She and my dad have been out, too, and my therapist appointment is canceled. I noticed some suspicious things in Orlando. These are things I would have noticed before, but I've been here for so long. I mean, most people don't move 3 times.

The homework I found out about in the Voice for the Actor class does sound like fun, but at least I'll have a slow start getting back in the world, which I don't need. *** What happened was I looked for classes on my Blackberry, and it didn't work! Valencia didn't have them up in November. I subconsciously decided not to take class because there was no reason to and I probably wouldn't think about anything. For some reason, I wanted to when I saw you were teaching the regular classes. I didn't have a physical grasp as to why, though. (cont.) Something just pervaded the atmosphere... So, I decided to try to sign up before and they aren't always full. Oh, by the way, I found out it's illegal to sit in a class without paying, but I kinda don't believe I have to listen because they wouldn't show me the written documentation and I therefore do not have to look it up.. Just got back, microwaving some old food and have cooked vegetable greens. I had a bad day, so I think that this is definitely a mistake that I cannot technically be enrolled in all 3 of your classes. It's a "detriment" against myself. Someday, someone will try to do something like this that matters and they'll find it doesn't matter. ,:[ I'm just saying something interesting, please don't get mad at me and say I'm like being harsh. I see in your classes no one is serious nor interested in having a good time and letting others do what they want, so I hope me talking about my personal life on a "social" networking site is okay as I see no sign. This is 2012! Everyone is treating people like they cannot express themselves, like making them feel like they don't want to be white racially and that they aren't like that. ,:[ I just noticed a little note from my mom, realized my parents don't think I'm that good and are at me for their mistakes. I was feeling bad before, mad yesterday, and getting madder now, don't think I can recover. Obviously, your class is well-provisioned with your accomplished nature. I'm not sad. }:[ I think my dad might pretend to be upset my mom took me out. He himself didn't tell me in person. He let me in and then took me out before drop date. He thinks that he means something. ! Hmph, I don't care if I'm not enrolled in your 3 classes because it's my parents's fault. No, for some strange reason, I did not look at Valencia until the last minute, and I didn't know about the financial aid and Florida residency. They took away my Florida residency! Now, I have another school to sue. Oh, and my mom just got home and seems upset about something that happened to me. Ah, who cares! I bet it does have an effect. Valencia will care someday, if it still exists.

Thoughts

I think there's like a smudge or scratch in my glass I saw before.

So, I'm not gonna act like me getting uppity is a mistake "because I'm not white" BECAUSE I AM MORE WHITER THAN YOU.

Why is it really just okay if you say something bad if it's to flip off another idea?  LOOK I DON'T CARE.

Okay, I was in bed.  I need to make like a long scarf and attack a stuffed animal at the end.  Oh ...  So, I was in bed and trying to feel and had to connect myself to experiences and secret messages, and they were plentiful with stops, too.  I went to bed, and I must have had an okay sleep.  I woke up about 14 hours later (went to bed after I went home and changed and went to the bathroom of course) and my dad was home eating his lunch.  I felt bothered, maybe should not have.  I broke down because I couldn't feel like before, and it rather upsets me when bozos do this or whatever.  So, I looked really pretty
hen I woke up.  I took a picture and recorded myself singing a theater song before.  Anyway, so, I went to bed finally, a bit more easily and had a bad dream of a fat woman, supposedly Ginny Kopf, not realizing all the while she's much fatter, like my therapist, a small|part Italian I know from Miami, supposedly, rather plain.  (Sounds suspicious for Orlando.)  I don't know why, but I got a therapist after I started cursing on my blog, probably would get 1 anyway I just realized, which doesn't really tell me anything.  I mean, I still got 1, and the experience, while good, seemed to have a negative effect, though I still actually want to see her if I'm not too tired.  I mean, if my classes aren't dropped I can still sleep all day since weight training is cancelled.  Not sure if weight training at that time was a good idea, but it's in the morning.  I was gonna do homework all day but realized I'm sick.  I only have classes twice a week.  So, yea, I kept trying to literally ending up fantasizing that this fat woman with supposedly California heritage like with Helena Bonham Carter's dad being English affecting me while I was imagining that she wanted to carry me for some reason, in ways to be nice but never really "doing it."  It was sorta tacky.  Anyway, so I found my brother was home somehow eventually, sorta a dark scene like a TV and microwave, small, neat maybe Orlando-style house.  He was watching TV, maybe getting secret popcorn, maybe actually had video games rather than PC games.  So, I crept to a back porch, which I guess ... oh, there was a like ridge but no fence like "our old house" had.  I saw from before too a house with a dark blue wall and a TV and a kinda like Chinese-hyped up boy in it I couldn't see, probably thinking or like saying "you'll be sorry."  So, then I heard something about "feet" but just got the message, didn't hear anything.  I saw above me a spectre, a large white bird with maybe yellow tips and a yellow crest!  I wanted it to come and it came in sync.  I held it.  At college, I was the only 1 who picked up the chinchilla, and the leash choked it as I brought it to me.  "I choked the chinchilla."  So, like it's claws were a great stress and it's beak could also stressfully snap me.  Somehow, I guess it turned into a porch and I locked it out and didn't realize what it was but was like stapling a tent opening together so it wouldn't escape.  My mom got a little bird cage, it it was depressingly small and it about squeezed out.  We tried to pour it into the dog cage, but it seemed it would get out.  I think the lady came back, and then I felt stimulated like what California supposedly does and I supposedly don't.  So, I woke up looking like a nigger with a tight face but round eyes.  I blame my dad.  I said I was so upset.  Yesterday, I got upset when the weight class didn't start until February, thought my parents did it.  Guess it's a Valencia precaution but you know not really.  That's what bothers me.  So, I pretty much let out and felt ill toward my dad.  I was uppity with the people I spoke with.  I attacked a black, fat lady for lying to me.  I said okay to the dean for the rules she spouted but asked for proof.  Also, my mom didn't text me back about the classes, so I don't know what she did.  I forgot to tell her I'm not allowed to stay in the classes I don't pay for.  So, if I stay, I won't be in Voice for the Actor.  Also, I counted recently and came to the realization it'd be an issue that I'd be exactly ½ the teacher's age as the semester ends.  Didn't bother counting and don't know her birth year but that unless she graduated early it's 1958.  Also, I don't care what my dad thinks about his mom, that he has to punish me "for being a nigger" like thems.  There's nothing wrong with being assertive and mad when someone attacks you.  What if they didn't?  Well, er, then no one could be mad like them.  That's that.  And, no, I'm not a nigger to say that means I think that what I do in relation to my mom doesn't matter because other people think I don't matter and that I shouldn't think I do.  That's just bs of them saying maybe if something is harmful it's strict.  I said that before I think that means|= mental disease.  So, yes, the er dream was really bad and long.  I was relieved to wake up and find that it wasn't Ginny Kopf but in a way it seems like the people we've been with matter.  Oh, also, my dad called my mom a nigger but not literally because of the STUPID "baby jew" thing, what an idiot, what a worthless piece of shit.  He's just a stupid pos.  He's just going for "the most."  Why is he even talking to me?  He must be stupid.  I don't have to have anything to do with his fat kind of ***.  Hey, look, I got mad, again, and it's also something I just addressed.  It's not the best idea, but I don't believe curse words are bad.  SO GO TO HELL NIGGA.  ':0  I don't try to offend people, but some people are just offensive creatures.  That doesn't really need to pertain to "any solid thing" I just did because I'm not from California.  I just realized L.A. is tacky.  I don't like N.Y.C.  It's just niggers.  I just realized that people think that ... wait I got another insulting message about someone I care about.  YOU DON'T MATTER.  YOU'RE A MISTAKE.  I realized I know that people calculate the wrong things and assume I'm wrong.  I realized people think I don't matter, though I know in the end they think so.  They think that I'm just not good enough.  I think they're wrong, and I don't believe in pretending.  That idea had some punch but time to eat nigger.  Oh and I guess I just got mad about protecting someone.  Um, I was mad because it's not funny.  It seems everyone matters.  Don't worry, I still care.  About your logic.  But I don't like the negative idea!  WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU NIGGER.  You're the 1 who thinks cursing is exciting.  I also realized that Nell Burton has to have the fantasies of Nell Burton, but I don't agree because Tim Burton said it and he doesn't have to and he's a nigger to me already.  :p  Because he's torturing his daughter.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

My Day at School

So, I had a good day at school.  I remember we had to act out something.  I said that me and my partner had a pool of Canadian dolphins and had, well, these rings.  Before, I had a gun and was shooting.  Then, the next person came and made me feel like an airhead teaching me how to get out of a rifle.  Btw, they had a party today and I talked to the military minor at UCF.  I talked to this 22-year-old dancer for like 15 minutes, in the end mentioned my mom almost came and my shoe didn’t fit at auditions, you know years ago.  So, then, I remember, too, oh yea, I was Careless Christina with a Crutch and I recreated my falling and practically breaking my ankle, felt like it you know…  Never been that clumsy, more coordinated..  Then, I remember I was up with a few others and I was acting like this really, really fat train driver I saw who was like totally a big mass of blubber.  I waved at him.  I like sat there and like jerked.  It was so funny.  I recorded it, too.  I waved at him.

So, I talked to the teacher after class.  I asked if any papers were due, and she asked if I took down the stuff in Voice.  I guess me being late twice for financial aid = 1 absence and I think 3 = a lowering of your grade though turning in all your papers gives you a good grade.  Then, she asked me if I looked up because I didn’t give her eye contact and I said I did when I performed.  She asked if I was shy.  Oh yea, I also said after I was kicked out of Music Education they told me to look up and make eye contact (all the time.)  I didn’t know what to say about being shy, so I said that maybe well I’m not shy like a kid, anymore.  An interesting coincidence came up, and I didn’t even know where it came from!  ^0^  I guess she likes those moments.  I figured she must have done it.  ^0^
I also said that the train driver seemed  to not think I was very Caucasian and it like knocked me out, and of course I could like not help cracking up in the middle of it!  ;D

Problem

So, I got really really mad.  I found out that the fitness class had been Flex Start.  I thought that something I did made them cancel it.  I blamed my dad.  I also ended up getting mad at my teacher for something I don’t remember, but I hadn’t really gotten mad at her.  I’m sure I would.

It’s just that I don’t think I should have to relate to him in such a blast out way.

Homework Assignment

Christina Barrett
2013-01-15
Acting I – Journal – Valencia


I am taking the class because I like the instructor and like Acting class.  My expectations are to have established a good base for something in this world in the arts of performance.

I want to grow in areas of – well, I was getting into singing and was happy this teacher was also into singing, well a world known vocalist in general…  I also did all the arts.  Mostly, I was interested in my singing voice.  I noticed that it didn’t have an aura.  It still was a nice sorta breathy, scratchy quality.  It was like more pure.  More earthy.  Everyone else’s voice is so academic or fake.  I mean fake in that they don’t know music and aren’t probably used to performing for fun.  In college, in general, I was trying to finish General Studies online but didn’t succeed and became disinterested.  I preferred the art class.  I did learn a lot in English.  It even helped me.  It helped me know that I could succeed if given the resources and it helped with literature in music or singing, like knowing the history from like prehistory.  So, as for acting, I mean, I can imagine just doing acting.  With ballet, when I moved to Orlando in 2005-2007, I tried to go to the Orlando Ballet School, and they said Valencia and I didn’t like it and it didn’t work out for me.  I just am not sure like because I mean I already did a year at Central Florida Ballet and though got the workout I was looking for (in teen ballet at age 19) was disappointed or dissatisfied.  I had to take a break because I kept having to stay home and sleep.  The psychiatric medicine made me big and clonky, so my growth was laborious, which I was hoping for, and I wasn’t so sleek.  What I spend my time doing is blogging and posting on forums.  I’m not sure what I’m leaving the rest of my virtual schedule open for, but I also know ballet ruins acting so that is probably why.  Plus the long hours if I was a serious trainer, though that would supposedly build over a long period of time.  I looked at UCF, and their acting is more serious than Rollins.  I was interested in Film, probably the track that includes Directing, as opposed to a B.A. in Cinema Studies.  Full Sail doesn’t have Directing.  I don’t know if I should have looked into Computer Animation.  So, I’m thinking of doing organ at Seminole since Valencia doesn’t have it.  I assume I can also do tennis, not sure if the health clubs provide it.  So, it seems like I’ve ruined my body, once again, before from staying up until 5 A.M. as a music major in the end.  Now the medicine.  I guess I “OD”-ed.  They misdiagnosed me.  I figured I had no way out.  I didn’t want to argue.  I just wanted the psychiatrist to tell me what to do.  I didn’t know I’d lose my female thing and sleep so much.  They even joked about giving me more medicine.  The only problem is mainly that I guess I grew too quickly and in a bad way (maybe because of not having the right food) and losing my female thing for over a year, until I quit.  I was very upset because when I came home from college to rest, kicked out of my major for being too inhibited supposedly, my female thing was thicker than before and was so thick and felt so magical and good and was like a part of me.  Before, it used to hurt sometimes and leak.  (I don’t mean that in an “offensive” way, whatever that means…)  I was mad to take the medicine at 1st, but it’s partly interesting.  The reason I quit ballet was so I’d grow, too, but I wanted to be tall and thin.  I did grow, and I had grown.

Yes, I feel I’ve done a lot of exposure accompanying on the piano|keyboard|organ for singing mostly.  It’s really a very good experience.  It’s what helps me get into a play the most.  I memorize the whole thing those times.  When I’m in a play, I don’t enjoy that aspect.  It’s more like a big project.  I’ve only performed in theater at Slidell Little Theatre, which is where I used to live.  I almost performed at Saint Mary Magdalene.  They only liked my singing skill.  I was supposed to dance, too, with an adult.  They changed the schedule, and so I left.  I saw another girl do it, and she gained weight and didn’t really look happy.  She was younger than me.  I also became a singer, and that’s always made me feel like I wasn’t even in this world, and it’s not necessarily the 1sttime.  It even happens at the end.  In Master Classes with an attractive leader, it had been an enlightening experience in the past.  So, I like singing solos and accompanying including singing, especially when it comes to classical singing.  I post myself on YouTube and singing.  I found a place that sells legal karaoke.  So, I post it on YouTube and post a link.  I also sing the non-copyrighted songs I found out about doing singing in public all growing up.  I always thought it’d be fun to be a dancer but feel for some reason it’s too late, you know like ballet or classical dancing.  In New Orleans, I guess they might have had some kind of jazzy stuff, but they were strict on like ballet, piano.  Not much in the way of like professional choir nor like upscale theatrical performances.  They didn’t really showcase local Shakespeare, that I know and assume I’d have found out but maybe not.  I think modern dance was the only big thing or rather dance team and for some it was cheerleading.  There was a young Jew in my Talented Theater class in cheerleading, and I saw her when I was doing teen gymnastics.  Later, I got in another gymnastics class.  It wasn’t like a body pump.  I guess it would be more conducive to an acrobatic atmosphere.

I think my strengths are at backing people up.  At Saint Mary Magdalene, the boys I was doing the audition with looked like wow I feel so good with this girl acting.  I guess that’s why I like accompanying and can sight read but more am about playing CHORDS AND MELODY.  I don’t know about group singing.  I always dreamed of this experience, and I became really really jealous of Charlotte Church and her assets as a person.  I mean, she’s from Europe.  She just is totally like sculpted as a person, like she’s a well-fed ballerina.

My weaknesses are probably that I wanted like a more professional experience, and I found some though they seemed a bit uptight.  I guess I found it hard to like sorta open up to my peers.  I find with the teacher that they’re more assertive and tell you what you need to know.  You’re there to be with your peers.  It’s like about performing for them.  When it’s about people in general, it’s different.  I guess I mean like in a setting with my peers and someone else like judging more objectively.

My fears as a performer are probably like is this really what I want to be doing?  When will my options close?  Does having a young mom make it hard for me to ever grow up?

My 1st impressions about the class are that it’s really a great class to learn how to think and like open up and see what’s really up, putting yourself in check.  My feelings are that it’s a warm environment, a bit hard to reverberate in, rather quite funny.

Problem

So, Ginny Kopf I'm getting the notion because my life is an experiment and she probably bloody actually talked to my dad thinks it's something that maybe she can affect me like totally do something to me, and *beep* what can I say?  That's people in Central Florida treating me like a nigger because they're niggers.  Ooh, is that interesting?  Because you're just worthless niggers.  You just plow around.  You get affected by any little thing and don't have a point in life.

How I'm Feeling

My head is kinda tight maybe struggling to feel life.

I feel tired, from my ankle, before had so much energy even without sleeping, but the injury put me in place energywise.  I hope I can participate in weight training today.

I'm getting secret *beep* from Ginny Kopf talking to and communicating with my dad and through to others.  I'm getting messages to make my face look bad.  How, like, sissy, so upset about the n word thing.  You're not gonna convince me to change my mind.  I don't know what the Hell you're thinking.  *Beep*  WHAT DID I DO WRONG?  COME ON SAY IT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.  YOU'RE ALL *BEEP*

Also, I got another message, I think, but I'm not sure.  They could maybe keep coming.

I need to lie down while my dad showers.

Why am I getting *beep* like my dad thinks there's a topic going around that involves him and what he's made of ***ually.  LEAVE US ALONE YOU *BEEP*  Just plowing through?  I just wanted you to talk to ME-

Problem

HELP!  I THINK GINNY KOPF IS INVOLVED.  *BEEP*

I have a good relationship with my dad, but I don't wanna have *** with him.

My life turned into an experiment, but he wasn't involved, just a bystander.  I grew up not like being so ... well I was sensitive about being touchy with my parents.

I feel like I'm gonna explode!

The car that picks me up just drove past my house.  I saw my neighbor come, I think, and at 1st I thought he was black.  He thinks he is something.  So, the car like passed my house but stopped at a house ahead, for some reason.  I was across my house.  They're supposed to knock and I saw them knock on someone else's house.  I called them again, and they have me up as 2nd time "no sho'."  The car drove past in a gay "Central Florida" ir Orlando or area way.

I also figured if Tim Burton is gonna be a snot, like treat me like shit since the n word thing and not be fun anymore, that his daughter cannot = something.  WHAT *BEEP*  His daughter is her parents.  I am not my parents.  That's not how we grew up functioning.

Also, I got a reminder to do my homework when I came back in.  I thought of ******** people with my k*** in the heart.  I was thinking of snapping them off in a flubby way.

So, I woke my parents up, and my dad was all uppity.  My mom was gonna call for me, and my dad acted like I was a boy!  WHAT'S HIS PROBLEM!

STOP SUDDENLY THROWING IDEAS AT ME.  I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR STUPID CHINESE ROBOT YOU NIGGER.

Ready

I'm all ready for tomorrow.  Have to do homework at school, but it's not much, this time, maybe because of drop date, though it's too late to add classes after the 1st day technically starts.

So, 1st day, I guess I was lying down, hadn't slept lately, had been walking around as usual.  2nd day, was about and packed in the last hour and wasn't ready and apparently when I was in the bathroom the cab didn't knock loudly.  Plus, they came earlier than usual, usually come very late.  So, tonight, I'm ready, have slept like 20 hours 1 day and recently woke up around like 3:30 P.M., so.  I'm bringing my alarm to school and laying on the grass or something or somewhere.  No one has stopped me.  I mean, maybe there's a place somewhere, even a sick room.  There has to be, as long as the police don't keep track of me.  I have to return a book and possibly buy a new 1.

Also, my dad got me an all hot pink big Jansport backpack, a brand that's been popular since I remember getting bigger backpacks, though I used to like backpacks with compartments when I was a big younger.

I think it was considered selfish, but I mean it's just a good brand.  It has plain designs.  It has very good pockets, very very good, and I see now very very good straps.  My mom and brother tried to sell some backpack stuff for the strapping, Strap-It, that goes across the front of your waist.  Also, I have a perfect black gym bag from Sports Authority, where I got the backpack, which they aren't sold as rampantly, anymore.  I just realized when my ankle is better I might need to bring a towel, though I wasn't exactly sure I'd be taking a shower.  I plan on changing right before class.  The bag was $25, and I'm returning some shoes for that much where the sizes weren't the same.  I don't even really have that many clothes to change into.  I don't sweat that much working out on my own, but I don't think I mind being sweaty.  :(  I even thought I could fit all my stuff in my backpack.  I'm used to saving bags.  I have 3 ballet bags.  1 has a CD pocket and the other is a sling backpack with something where maybe you can put a CD player, though I realize now we use MP3s.  I just realized that.  So, my mom got me a neon|lime green lunchbag but returned it since I didn't want it and didn't seee the cancer lunchbags that have been out for maybe over ½ year.  So, I have my old, dirty red lunchbag I got for no real reason. I don't know, but I probably would have told my mom to save the green lunchbag.  I'm getting a new 1.  This 1 is okay, but I mean I could find 1 I really liked, not just 1 that is cute because it's a lunch bag.

So, I have everything all organized easily, not too complicated, a place for everything, even an old Valencia wallet.  Well coin purse.  My lunch is all ready, and I'm getting the Oreo crumble and after the classes are over I know a snack in a snack machine.  I'm bringing dark rye cracker bread (so healthy I presume comes a lot in lite rye for some reason,) bottles of water (a big mesh that fits 1 bottle on my backpack,) some soynuts, a snack bag of mixed, salted nuts (had been having cashews in Orlando,) Clementine with a spoon to open (like a tangerine orange,) fish and Sweet Italian Sausage my dad got (wanted a big dark 1 like a giant Slim Jim,) 3 rather long leaves of lettuce and a stub of a cucumber.  I guess the crackers will keep me occupied.  I'll be lying in the sun.  I packed everything, even my watches.  Bringing my alarm.  I'm setting 2 alarms tonight.  I brought my camera and a little stand, need to ask my dad for a recorder.  I see they cost over $50.  I know on Thursdays, with the long Improvisation class, that we're supposed to snack in between on bathroom break.  Oh, I brought almost a whole pack of female things, will need more for Thursday.

I'm getting weary, hm.  I wonder if this is how Ellen DeGeneres feels.  I wonder if the teacher has time like to enjoy I guess she has 2 small dogs?  Most people have like 1 small dog maybe or maybe even a cat.  Cats crawl, though.  I guess people teach them to get down.

I'm waiting for my nails to dry, don't really feel like sleeping yet, gonna wind down to my YouTube videos, should lie down.  I feel a bit irritated, like filled with hot liquid.  Anyone can quell me?  Also, I haven't answered all my IMDb stuff.

The reason I didn't sleep last week was because I've slept so much, but I'm tired now, feel more like resting with my nearly broken right ankle.  I've been quite up today, though, slept from like 8 or 9 A.M. to 3:30 P.M., + the day before like over 20 hours.  Now, I just so want to be ready and sleep.  I was in so much pain with my ankle on Saturday afternoon.  Then, I woke up and it was Sunday.  I slept again on Monday.  I haven't been walking, and without my cane my leg starts to hurt.

12:30 A.M.  3½ hours to sleep.  Well, maybe in bed for a bit, might get up, might sleep 2 hours.  Rr.  I feel awake at school but mean like a week is enough, ready to get my sleep.  Ow ow ow.  I know that when you sleep too much it becomes troublesome.  Sometimes, it doesn't work.  Sometimes, it's better to last it out.  I don't particularly look forward to lying down with the kids going past.  I feel a bit beat up from financial aid and have yet more to deal with I fear, after the homework, shouldn't be too hard, neither.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Facebook Post

So, Ginny, I was wondering, something I've never talked to anyone about before ... when I was younger, I was under the belief I could mimic any singing, anything. I think it went away. My dad knew I was a brilliant vocalist. So, the thing about it is the eminent danger that you can't really do what you want and that people try to control you, and my dad said it was really dangerous. I was 19. =D Remember those days, when things were still real? Like, the world mattered so much, every little thing, every business aspect so minutely, the utter sheer value of any talent that exists that is genuine. It probably rings a bell to classical literature the way I'm speaking. Speaking of which, in singing there's a word in German for something like sing speaking, like spreksteem or something. In college, we learned gestalt, and I found it in the dictionary, which means something that encompasses a whole idea of a lot of little things.