I think something was deleted in a reference in my last forum post.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Problem
I told my mom to go away. Also, my eyes are funny. Maybe from the injury, too. Hm.
So, it seems at any given moment they can just call Lakeside and pretend I deserve to go to the hospital and then just kick me out of the house. Why would I be kicked out of the house for not working? I'm tired from school, and I was treated badly at home trying to recover and my grades were lowered.
So, it seems at any given moment they can just call Lakeside and pretend I deserve to go to the hospital and then just kick me out of the house. Why would I be kicked out of the house for not working? I'm tired from school, and I was treated badly at home trying to recover and my grades were lowered.
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
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
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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Nice accompanist, the other kids look like they're putting on an image, but they seem interested. :p So, it's cute. Did anyone know about it? What did you think about it if you happened to have went? I guess Ginny is big on the voice. I noticed she doesn't need water. ':| For her voice.
Nice accompanist, the other kids look like they're putting on an image, but they seem interested. :p So, it's cute. Did anyone know about it? What did you think about it if you happened to have went? I guess Ginny is big on the voice. I noticed she doesn't need water. ':| For her voice.
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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.
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.
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.
Animals,
Dad,
Dreams,
Education,
Finance,
Food,
Ghosts,
Ginny Kopf,
Helena Bonham Carter,
Mom,
Nell Burton,
Places,
Race,
Tim Burton,
TV
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
Give It a Whirl
So, if you think some idea is so utterly important at birth, why don't you try?
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
You say tomayto I say tomahto
Isn’t it funny how a lot of women, young women|people look up to that father figure, take from the generation of Early Boom? Well, I’m the opposite.
Something Funny in Class
The funniest thing ever happened to me in class on Thursday. So, we were aliens and I picked a fork. I twirled it and caught it the 2nd time, expectedly. I used to catch them with great expectancy. So, after that, there was a boy shooting a gun with full force. He kept blasting it. I laughed so hard I couldn’t help it. It was because I was thinking of tennis balls. So, I left the room, went to the bathroom and came back.
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.
How I’m Feeling
It’s hard to keep my eyes like sorta calm, and my head is swelling. I have to make a quick call to Lynx and probably get a note from Student Services, but I’m cracking up in the library.
Problems
I just got really mad. I found the Weight Training class doesn’t really start until the beginning of February, but it doesn’t tell you it’s a Flex Start course.
I’m tired, but it’s like last week I knew I shouldn’t have gone to sleep and could attend these classes. Well, it proves true to a point. I should have slept but for some reason wasn’t like ready for class.
So, I finished my homework for now, probably should wait for teacher instruction. I mean, I might end up doing extra work.
I guess I’m upset because I found that I was charged twice as much money because I haven’t been in school and was taken out as a Florida resident and people think that means something. Well, my parents aren’t paying. I said I’ll probably get refunded. So, I have to do something new to my FAFSA but wasn’t actually notified.
Homework Assignment
Christina Barrett
2013-01-15
Acting I – Journal – Valencia
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-
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.
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.
Incitement
Did you ever find people in a great sense of humor not knowing how serious and dark some inciting situations often are...
How I'm Feeling
I feel restless! :0 Slept too much from my leg earlier but felt better and better today. I feel too weak for a walk, unsure of what could make me better. Maybe find some music to listen to while I lie down.
European Florida
People from Florida always "want to make sure." They don't have any umph to tell them the way. I don't know, my dad moved back and forth as a kid between states. I don't know why I have to be a Pennsylvanian but live as a Floridian. I know I can be like my dad's body, but that was because I saw him. I see other people acting like Floridians but then saying oh but not really and I don't care about things about it. It is already my knowledge that you can be what you want. I would think if Floridians were just dark people who go to the beach that I wouldn't want to be. California might be the hottest place. I don't know about up north, but it's kinda European. People don't like it, though, like young people, they don't want to talk about it to you if you're really interested for some reason, like maybe if you're not from there and don't have the experience like they do for some reason. I imagine, though, people from Florida aren't really dark. It is a bit energetic. I guess it's good to be diverse, rather than just 1 thing, not like it takes up space.
"Ethnic" or Cultural Origin
f.y.i. I read Tim Burton is Canadian, though he is from Burbank, a major media center of L.A. That means his parents are from Canada, but it could mean that he just has ancestry from there if maybe Canada came before California.
Floridians and Traveling
I realized Johnny Depp thinks people who moved to Florida are the best, who aren't from here originally.
I'm not sure what it is with Tim Burton, likes people who don't travel.
I'm not sure what it is with Tim Burton, likes people who don't travel.
Florida and the Internet on the Computer
So, I don't know anyone with a parent who just moved from somewhere else to Florida, wondering about that now because being born in Florida automatically makes you 2nd class Floridian citizen. 1st class means that you have ancestors who moved here in the early 1800s or maybe even the mid 1800s or possibly late 1800s and that's it. There's a book at Barnes & Noble that shows Florida Railroads in 1900. I guess that there are so many people who probably moved here around 1950 that I suppose anyone who moved here in the early 1900s might be real Floridians. Not sure what it is. Maybe the cutoff date is even 1950. I don't know why. 1950 is a big landmark year because lots of things were happening then compared to like maybe 1800. 1880 was also a big year. Telephones and typewriters. I'm not sure why we didn't wire messages, guess we had to wait for the TVs. Then, computers became affordable. The internet became affordable to poor families in the late 1990s or maybe when laptops became cheap. I am not even sure anymore when the fancy computers came out, but I think it was in the mid 1990s. The 1st few times is really nice, you know?
Floridian Birth
Something weird is that I know Johnny Depp moved here as a child, and I know my aunt's husband's parents moved here before he was born. He has kids, and their mom is from Cuba. Well, that's a U.S. territory. It's also a very sculpted culture, given. Johnny Depp's daughter is in Europe and now is in L.A. but seems like her dad, rooted in the north but with Floridian culture, unlike her mom, who hasn't lived here. They moved here. I guess she seems like fun, but she doesn't seem as hot, that's for sure, and is like following or magneting around to her mom, don't mean literally she's just not hot. Just don't have time to figure it out what I mean. I mean how to say. :( Well, that's how you talk, too, though. Pretty much, I will not listen to someone who is not born in Florida or who doesn't have parents from Florida.
Population
Orlando|Florida is filled with fat black ladies from NYC|SE NY and Jamaica. Lots of people move here when they're maybe like 13, 14, 15, 16.
Un ProBLeMo 30
Look, I am from Florida, and I have a problem and it's that Floridians seem to be stuck up.
Think of More Pleasant Things
What is the obsession with unpleasant things that get us through things, like the fact that we don't know many people and are trained to experience weird things for unknown reasons, which we get over. I guess you just have to guess that, well, with me, some things come, but hopefully things are more choices rather than like destined to be bad and we don't know and no one cares.
I don't mean pain but more like uncomfortable, intense pleasure, you know? I think Tim Burton has totaled the mixed Chinese as shit if they think they're more white than others.
Why do some people punch at things to get feeling? Is that what they're doing with the precious Floridians? The only problem is I'm also from Florida. I just have added heritage of my ancestors! :0 My life wasn't just my parents. Maybe, that's how I grew up, but we lived in the world. I mean, when I wasn't in Florida, I wasn't in Florida, was I??
I don't mean pain but more like uncomfortable, intense pleasure, you know? I think Tim Burton has totaled the mixed Chinese as shit if they think they're more white than others.
Why do some people punch at things to get feeling? Is that what they're doing with the precious Floridians? The only problem is I'm also from Florida. I just have added heritage of my ancestors! :0 My life wasn't just my parents. Maybe, that's how I grew up, but we lived in the world. I mean, when I wasn't in Florida, I wasn't in Florida, was I??
Beasts! D8
So, realize you tear everything in site and that you're not really using logic because you're mad at someone and think they don't deserve logic.
I forget what else I was gonna say, I think that people only like the Jews because they want to say they're the anti-Chinese, along with like all the other non-Chinese Asians, not meaning the Middle East and tribes.
I forget what else I was gonna say, I think that people only like the Jews because they want to say they're the anti-Chinese, along with like all the other non-Chinese Asians, not meaning the Middle East and tribes.
Did You Know
Did you notice that older adults, like the more elderly, disapprove of being antsy like these sorta pseudo-magician type Generation X males?
Getting Some Rest
I probably should fall asleep. If the alarm goes haywire, I'll have to have my dad take me. I'm waking up at 4, so that's less than 3 hours of sleep.
Problem Children
Tim Burton's been awfully mean and unrelinquishing.
Also, I'm getting like "the most" shoved at me "to make sure" of some stupid message. It really seems to spark in some memory I dislike. I don't see why I'm good and all of a sudden people creep up behind me like a showoff. Coming late to the party? I mean you no harm. I know ya'll have fetishes. Wow, this is crap. Look at all the stuff I'm bringing up. What happened was that I was at Mary Poppins, and the lady in front of me was being mean and disgusting and I'm guessing someone planted her there. I thought of her having like a nice forehead and then having squares in the middle but not really but just an idea for everyone else. I'm getting all these retarded taunts. Like leave me alone. I'm white. I know you're treating me like a nigger. You're not gonna answer!
Also, I'm getting like "the most" shoved at me "to make sure" of some stupid message. It really seems to spark in some memory I dislike. I don't see why I'm good and all of a sudden people creep up behind me like a showoff. Coming late to the party? I mean you no harm. I know ya'll have fetishes. Wow, this is crap. Look at all the stuff I'm bringing up. What happened was that I was at Mary Poppins, and the lady in front of me was being mean and disgusting and I'm guessing someone planted her there. I thought of her having like a nice forehead and then having squares in the middle but not really but just an idea for everyone else. I'm getting all these retarded taunts. Like leave me alone. I'm white. I know you're treating me like a nigger. You're not gonna answer!
Common Problems Unaddressed in Certain Regions ^.^
Isn't it funny people in New Orleans don't like to address the common problems socially everyone knows in the world?
I mean, because you aren't like all set up like a talk show host, people think that you aren't good enough to reach the goals that everyone can attain, like enjoying what's right, like maybe you're 1 of those people who aren't ready even though it was just decided that you were on the ball on that issue.
I mean, because you aren't like all set up like a talk show host, people think that you aren't good enough to reach the goals that everyone can attain, like enjoying what's right, like maybe you're 1 of those people who aren't ready even though it was just decided that you were on the ball on that issue.
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.
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
Problem
Can you believe I still have the pimple in my left ear? I had it over a week ago. I don't wear ear plugs other than by cars, now. I just leave my noisemaker on, need to get a loud fan.
How I'm Doing
Just woke up, scheduling my car|van for tomorrow, still tired, have to pull out the homework and e-mail it to myself and print it at the library.
Er, my foot seems better.
I had some interesting dreams, hard to remember.
Ah, have to #3 but am waiting for this call but don't have to go badly. ?!#$%&*
I have to observe someone, maybe my dad or mom.
Er, my foot seems better.
I had some interesting dreams, hard to remember.
Ah, have to #3 but am waiting for this call but don't have to go badly. ?!#$%&*
I have to observe someone, maybe my dad or mom.
Incessance to Be My Mother
My whole life, people, I realized, have made a corny, forward statement to mimic my mom in some insulting way. They surround you like you're stupid and you don't know wt* they're doing and think they're shit.
Facebook Post
Hey, here's me singing the 1st 1 before, with a girl from I think Russia! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vw5vDmQrYGg&feature=share&list=PL-drCFIFUeZ4f1DRgEvx-WnnYIsCybEUO
Facebook Post
Which of the 3 from my 2nd video do you like best:
(1) Don't think that I'm easy pickin's
(2) The music's so nice
(3) Oh no you won't
Can you guess which 1 I like?
(1) Don't think that I'm easy pickin's
(2) The music's so nice
(3) Oh no you won't
Can you guess which 1 I like?
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.
Closing Up
Tim Burton isn't as open these days. Neither is anyone in the world. Anyone has to admit that they have been mean. Tim Burton claims he's also under pressure, but I mean someone thinking a little bad thought of him as a supposition with him not caring is not a bad thing. That's what you're supposed to do. The world isn't positive in that way. It's almost like he's a nigger, not in some nasty way of the word, though. I mean, why is it cool to be afraid to be nice like that, to just want to keep insisting on things but not believing the world can be pleasurable, that we have to look to the past and not make changes.
Famous People Online
Do you think people my age are really juggling the morality of posting online where famous people can find that people are living and willing to post in their presence for others to find them, like I mean finding non-famous people online, too? I mean, what's the big deal? Unless you mean like Ellen DeGeneres or Tim Burton. 8}
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Facebook Post
http://www.facebook.com/ginny.kopf
"Sing Stronger, Longer." Oh, boy~ More than Julie Andrews? Can anyone tell me how to get that voice back? I also quit ballet to do film acting. Theatre is just a workshop, an experience to do arts that's not when you're doing a movie or something like modeling and all the other Hollywood mishap. It was Johnny Depp who convinced me that anything other than acting was, like, not worth it. Probably Tim Burton, who got Johnny Depp to do "Sweeney Todd," which seems to have sorta whistled him out, I found out. My voice is better, but it's not nearly as strong as when I was a teenager. I know that's the peak of your ballet years. Anyway, my voice may be better because of what my tennis teacher in Saint Augustine said all the time, you have to practice the right way because practicing the wrong way only makes it worse all the time and that it's really important. The 1 in Slidell said, "Play through any weather." I know where he's from, Rochester, NY. Also, I started to record. I don't know if I did most of my musical theatre singing before 16 or after 16, but I've done church music more than most normal people. My favorite as a child was children's music, but I wasn't fit for "Where is thumbkin?"
Singing is now only fun if you're prepared and have a superb, supple voice teacher. I wasn't really looking to take lessons any time soon, but I know I had a good organ teacher when I started lessons. I've had lots of experience of training in singing, and I feel it just keeps recycling with more beginners. I know singing pros give Master Classes. Singing is about making it and not at all about a singing coach. However, I did find of a good singing coach. Some go at it more slowly. I find that more emotional sorta regional stuff is more interesting.
I guess people do musical theater in order to do the dancing and singing and do the musical theater. I guess they don't do church music. I suppose opera was the big thing about being a voice major. Yes, voice majors can do some musical theater and we do but not very well. I find that it's more like vaudeville, which I did a project on.
Thanks for the tip, I'll remember again but don't believe I breathe from my gut. I use the big round vowels when I realize I'm at a voice lesson or singing in another language. So, that's the only tip. So, come to the workshop prepared and already singing without thinking about breathing from your gut and articulating. Well, I'm all about acting with your face like it's really important because I'm into art and all and photography of modeling and stuff, so I believe anything is okay in the face in technicality but that it must be pleasant or funny. Actually, I try not to scrunch my eyebrows. I do that when I'm embarrassed.
It's too bad Charlotte Church got bigger, but that's what happens. I'm guessing she wasn't athletic. It's easy to tell. I guess only people who did gymnastics or ballet or dance or cheerleading or dance team or something else maybe would know. I know in baton the marching is very hard and it's very hot in Southeastern Florida. I do believe she could be more childlike. She already has kids, I think, 2. A son and younger daughter, I think. They aren't like very childlike, just seem to be putting on a face, like they don't want to be like she was as a singer. I mean, she's the epitome of that spirit but denies it's right. I know she wanted to dance and people made fun of her and she stopped. A lot of fat people are like that, probably fat people or tall people, want to do something else like acting. It's just too hard to get that thin if you haven't been. I know Gelsey Kirkland was fat. My mom was actually fat at 1 point. Other than that, I know she changed to gymnastics and was #1 in the country, Indonesia. She wanted to be an ice skater, but she did ballet solos at church, like with the whole nativity or something of that nature rather painted in back. So, I know she was the skinniest kid and the fairest, too, "like a blonde," like so light. Here she is just seen as so like nice and too overly polite but not very white and not very respectful to the Mongoloid race. (Yes, she has a European connection and an English accent but not a strong 1 here.) So, Ginny, I just wanted to know about singers who start out skinnier like Charlotte Church or not. Then, since you're in theatre and worked with the puppets like your whole life was sure that ballet would be something you have knowledge of. I wanted to get taller again because I guess I thought I was too short. It seemed like I couldn't get that skinny and could not succeed as a ballerina. I just miss when I moved away from Florida, I used to be short and then was taller than the average block and then moved and was so short all of a sudden and not considered cool. I used to be 5'1" but now am 5'3". I was on medication so grew an inch. I stopped taking even doctoral medication. I did drama as a tween|teen, and being tall was an asset and something to be jealous of, but being short made you younger it has always seemed. It seems it's always best to be supple, as the answer. I don't know of people who are supple just because they're tall. I just don't think it's about hight. I think that it's best to eat and grow, though, so maybe I'm not much of a ballerina. The soloists are always like 4'11"-5'4". Supposedly, this is like being an ice skater, but this idea has died down. Ginny, you've inspired me. =] Maybe, film actors shouldn't be tall. Whoops, I should put these thoughts in my blog, but it's on topic to what you were saying. I wanna post this now and do something else. I hope your workshop went well. I'll see you in class on Tuesday, maybe edit my post.
Oh, here's me singing a classical song by Henry Purcell. =I
http://youtu.be/9I5vq_mzd-s
Look, also here's a video showing the improvements this weekend from the influence of your immaculacy:
http://youtu.be/fuanS4o2gPA
"Sing Stronger, Longer." Oh, boy~ More than Julie Andrews? Can anyone tell me how to get that voice back? I also quit ballet to do film acting. Theatre is just a workshop, an experience to do arts that's not when you're doing a movie or something like modeling and all the other Hollywood mishap. It was Johnny Depp who convinced me that anything other than acting was, like, not worth it. Probably Tim Burton, who got Johnny Depp to do "Sweeney Todd," which seems to have sorta whistled him out, I found out. My voice is better, but it's not nearly as strong as when I was a teenager. I know that's the peak of your ballet years. Anyway, my voice may be better because of what my tennis teacher in Saint Augustine said all the time, you have to practice the right way because practicing the wrong way only makes it worse all the time and that it's really important. The 1 in Slidell said, "Play through any weather." I know where he's from, Rochester, NY. Also, I started to record. I don't know if I did most of my musical theatre singing before 16 or after 16, but I've done church music more than most normal people. My favorite as a child was children's music, but I wasn't fit for "Where is thumbkin?"
Singing is now only fun if you're prepared and have a superb, supple voice teacher. I wasn't really looking to take lessons any time soon, but I know I had a good organ teacher when I started lessons. I've had lots of experience of training in singing, and I feel it just keeps recycling with more beginners. I know singing pros give Master Classes. Singing is about making it and not at all about a singing coach. However, I did find of a good singing coach. Some go at it more slowly. I find that more emotional sorta regional stuff is more interesting.
I guess people do musical theater in order to do the dancing and singing and do the musical theater. I guess they don't do church music. I suppose opera was the big thing about being a voice major. Yes, voice majors can do some musical theater and we do but not very well. I find that it's more like vaudeville, which I did a project on.
Thanks for the tip, I'll remember again but don't believe I breathe from my gut. I use the big round vowels when I realize I'm at a voice lesson or singing in another language. So, that's the only tip. So, come to the workshop prepared and already singing without thinking about breathing from your gut and articulating. Well, I'm all about acting with your face like it's really important because I'm into art and all and photography of modeling and stuff, so I believe anything is okay in the face in technicality but that it must be pleasant or funny. Actually, I try not to scrunch my eyebrows. I do that when I'm embarrassed.
It's too bad Charlotte Church got bigger, but that's what happens. I'm guessing she wasn't athletic. It's easy to tell. I guess only people who did gymnastics or ballet or dance or cheerleading or dance team or something else maybe would know. I know in baton the marching is very hard and it's very hot in Southeastern Florida. I do believe she could be more childlike. She already has kids, I think, 2. A son and younger daughter, I think. They aren't like very childlike, just seem to be putting on a face, like they don't want to be like she was as a singer. I mean, she's the epitome of that spirit but denies it's right. I know she wanted to dance and people made fun of her and she stopped. A lot of fat people are like that, probably fat people or tall people, want to do something else like acting. It's just too hard to get that thin if you haven't been. I know Gelsey Kirkland was fat. My mom was actually fat at 1 point. Other than that, I know she changed to gymnastics and was #1 in the country, Indonesia. She wanted to be an ice skater, but she did ballet solos at church, like with the whole nativity or something of that nature rather painted in back. So, I know she was the skinniest kid and the fairest, too, "like a blonde," like so light. Here she is just seen as so like nice and too overly polite but not very white and not very respectful to the Mongoloid race. (Yes, she has a European connection and an English accent but not a strong 1 here.) So, Ginny, I just wanted to know about singers who start out skinnier like Charlotte Church or not. Then, since you're in theatre and worked with the puppets like your whole life was sure that ballet would be something you have knowledge of. I wanted to get taller again because I guess I thought I was too short. It seemed like I couldn't get that skinny and could not succeed as a ballerina. I just miss when I moved away from Florida, I used to be short and then was taller than the average block and then moved and was so short all of a sudden and not considered cool. I used to be 5'1" but now am 5'3". I was on medication so grew an inch. I stopped taking even doctoral medication. I did drama as a tween|teen, and being tall was an asset and something to be jealous of, but being short made you younger it has always seemed. It seems it's always best to be supple, as the answer. I don't know of people who are supple just because they're tall. I just don't think it's about hight. I think that it's best to eat and grow, though, so maybe I'm not much of a ballerina. The soloists are always like 4'11"-5'4". Supposedly, this is like being an ice skater, but this idea has died down. Ginny, you've inspired me. =] Maybe, film actors shouldn't be tall. Whoops, I should put these thoughts in my blog, but it's on topic to what you were saying. I wanna post this now and do something else. I hope your workshop went well. I'll see you in class on Tuesday, maybe edit my post.
Oh, here's me singing a classical song by Henry Purcell. =I
http://youtu.be/9I5vq_mzd-s
Look, also here's a video showing the improvements this weekend from the influence of your immaculacy:
http://youtu.be/fuanS4o2gPA
Facebook Post
http://www.facebook.com/ginny.kopf
Okay-
I just mean that no one else is talking to you and wasting time, I mean, I'm sure you have time.
I don't really know what you mean about a suggestion on my blog. I was just suggesting that a good field trip would be to Saint Augustine, the nation's oldest continuing city, in NE FL, just under Jacksonville. Other than visiting a theatre, it would be the best place. Since you're probably the best worker|employee at Disney, I'm sure that's the most sought after place of worship. I think I almost took a trip there with Valencia when I was 20. Saint Augustine. It's just that it was the kind of thing Orlando is interested in.
Well, I don't like to be interrupted, as far as if people posted to me every day on like some site. No one has directly spoken much with me. I would just probably hash out what's gone on in my head and my experiences. I usually analyze with what I can muster and have in the back of my memory the assurance or approval or proof that I have something to say and have more than 1 trick up my sleeve. I find the things I find out are about feelings. I pretty much find younger people to not have that much meat|rhythm. Older people don't e-mail much.
Facebook doesn't show all your posts to the public, just picks random posts from the past. The people I was interested in before apparently aren't good people. They said my impression was bad, and they've done this, before. I really don't get it because I'm a good person. I've just gotten mad, lately.
Yes, people read my blog, but if I put a counter on it it would load slowly. I put up a forum where the public can comment but no luck. I just have to organize it so I can keep track of what's interesting. You can't read all the comments in a list, it disappears, even on the reader apps I saw. Everyone's still on IMDb or maybe Facebook.
I don't have friends. I changed my accounts and we've stopped talking altogether. I used to talk to some of them more than they talked to me. Popular people don't notice me, for some reason, but are nice to me, so I don't get it.
BTW, I think I almost broke my ankle seeing "Mary Poppins," and I wouldn't have been able to do the homework but still have a day and caught up on sleep. My printers stopped working, and we're running out of money, I guess. Your homework sounded easy. I'll have to pull it out soon, feeling kinda hungry because of my ankle. It relaxed me, though, so I'm glad it happened, was funny. Actually, hitting a curb made it hurt a lot, and I did the same thing to the other 1 except on a curb and not stairs to the seat in the back row. Don't worry, though, though it did hurt a lot and stressed me out it doesn't hurt now so much, thought it'd take a week or a few days to die down though it wasn't too much a surprise for some reason. When I moved here, I wasn't getting the right|enough food like before. I was in my room all day online not feeling like going out and benefited from being alone probably. Should have gotten a refrigerator and microwave in the garage when we moved out of the 2nd apartment since the hurricane where we were before. So, I guess I fell and my ankle felt kinda rubbery but still usually I don't get hurt when these things happen. I finally did some core workouts recently, have done yoga in the far past. Guess it takes awhile to reap the benefits. It was probably too late and I had to take a break and just kept doing other things, taking walks, sleeping. At least, I'll be enrolled in weight training instead of tennis since it was too late. So, since I'm walking around fine I can do the homework when I relax at Valencia if for some reason I can't do it tomorrow.
Whoops, another long post, but you know it's better to be able to say more in less time. Only smart people who can go to college can do that. I don't mean anyone is, like, totally hopeless.
Ginny - I don't really understand why Facebook makes changes that everyone thinks is stupid and then waits and makes another change later rather than reaching all their goals at once, like making Facebook formattable like Blogger is and making it so it works out in public by option.
Okay, I'll keep blogging, maybe think of things to help me with this class. I post about it on my blog and I guess you don't have a site where I can post it to you. You know, like the fun side, the emotions, some of the traditional stuff maybe. I'll try not to double post too much, but if other people would post I'm sure it wouldn't matter. So, not sure what to do. Guess just make it look like it's your site more and wait for others to respond. Seems like I posted a lot under this topic. Have a good day at school tomorrow, it's already late, I have another day and have to eat more for my ankle but caught up on rest.
Okay-
I just mean that no one else is talking to you and wasting time, I mean, I'm sure you have time.
I don't really know what you mean about a suggestion on my blog. I was just suggesting that a good field trip would be to Saint Augustine, the nation's oldest continuing city, in NE FL, just under Jacksonville. Other than visiting a theatre, it would be the best place. Since you're probably the best worker|employee at Disney, I'm sure that's the most sought after place of worship. I think I almost took a trip there with Valencia when I was 20. Saint Augustine. It's just that it was the kind of thing Orlando is interested in.
Well, I don't like to be interrupted, as far as if people posted to me every day on like some site. No one has directly spoken much with me. I would just probably hash out what's gone on in my head and my experiences. I usually analyze with what I can muster and have in the back of my memory the assurance or approval or proof that I have something to say and have more than 1 trick up my sleeve. I find the things I find out are about feelings. I pretty much find younger people to not have that much meat|rhythm. Older people don't e-mail much.
Facebook doesn't show all your posts to the public, just picks random posts from the past. The people I was interested in before apparently aren't good people. They said my impression was bad, and they've done this, before. I really don't get it because I'm a good person. I've just gotten mad, lately.
Yes, people read my blog, but if I put a counter on it it would load slowly. I put up a forum where the public can comment but no luck. I just have to organize it so I can keep track of what's interesting. You can't read all the comments in a list, it disappears, even on the reader apps I saw. Everyone's still on IMDb or maybe Facebook.
I don't have friends. I changed my accounts and we've stopped talking altogether. I used to talk to some of them more than they talked to me. Popular people don't notice me, for some reason, but are nice to me, so I don't get it.
BTW, I think I almost broke my ankle seeing "Mary Poppins," and I wouldn't have been able to do the homework but still have a day and caught up on sleep. My printers stopped working, and we're running out of money, I guess. Your homework sounded easy. I'll have to pull it out soon, feeling kinda hungry because of my ankle. It relaxed me, though, so I'm glad it happened, was funny. Actually, hitting a curb made it hurt a lot, and I did the same thing to the other 1 except on a curb and not stairs to the seat in the back row. Don't worry, though, though it did hurt a lot and stressed me out it doesn't hurt now so much, thought it'd take a week or a few days to die down though it wasn't too much a surprise for some reason. When I moved here, I wasn't getting the right|enough food like before. I was in my room all day online not feeling like going out and benefited from being alone probably. Should have gotten a refrigerator and microwave in the garage when we moved out of the 2nd apartment since the hurricane where we were before. So, I guess I fell and my ankle felt kinda rubbery but still usually I don't get hurt when these things happen. I finally did some core workouts recently, have done yoga in the far past. Guess it takes awhile to reap the benefits. It was probably too late and I had to take a break and just kept doing other things, taking walks, sleeping. At least, I'll be enrolled in weight training instead of tennis since it was too late. So, since I'm walking around fine I can do the homework when I relax at Valencia if for some reason I can't do it tomorrow.
Whoops, another long post, but you know it's better to be able to say more in less time. Only smart people who can go to college can do that. I don't mean anyone is, like, totally hopeless.
Ginny - I don't really understand why Facebook makes changes that everyone thinks is stupid and then waits and makes another change later rather than reaching all their goals at once, like making Facebook formattable like Blogger is and making it so it works out in public by option.
Okay, I'll keep blogging, maybe think of things to help me with this class. I post about it on my blog and I guess you don't have a site where I can post it to you. You know, like the fun side, the emotions, some of the traditional stuff maybe. I'll try not to double post too much, but if other people would post I'm sure it wouldn't matter. So, not sure what to do. Guess just make it look like it's your site more and wait for others to respond. Seems like I posted a lot under this topic. Have a good day at school tomorrow, it's already late, I have another day and have to eat more for my ankle but caught up on rest.
Problem
I feel that people have not given me like any opportunity in life, like they were born stupid and that's all they think can exist. They think every thing I do is a sign, and the things they think are important, but no one knows for sure why and they know though that it is not the same as what they've been thinking and that no one deserves to be led into like being sentenced to death. However, there are people who feel this is okay but will tell some people otherwise, when asked. It doesn't really matter, but other people shouldn't be attacked to be expected to be better. I mean, death is not good, but people think you find yourself in the afterlife though we don't know and should know that what we do on earth is important to us and to others. We don't know if like dying would make it better.
My take is that people are all making fun of me for not being a ball of putty from up north and then saying everything I do wrong is wrong because of that and not thinking. How can I trust anyone? Everyone thinks that's the most brilliant thing.
My take is that people are all making fun of me for not being a ball of putty from up north and then saying everything I do wrong is wrong because of that and not thinking. How can I trust anyone? Everyone thinks that's the most brilliant thing.
Problem
Why am I getting the infiltration, like radio waves pickup, or like a static interruption from others of ideas that I'm not really prepared for or that are simply adverse?
Like, I know that maybe "what's" important is not something that you expect. You don't even know though why but pretty much know why, in another way but you know not really just in case? I guess if you don't know it must be sneaky and you have to figure it out or maybe it's not as bad if you'd know. So, maybe some things are important. Lies from people you know and bad ways of thinking ... do not impress me personally.
Like, I know that maybe "what's" important is not something that you expect. You don't even know though why but pretty much know why, in another way but you know not really just in case? I guess if you don't know it must be sneaky and you have to figure it out or maybe it's not as bad if you'd know. So, maybe some things are important. Lies from people you know and bad ways of thinking ... do not impress me personally.
Settling for the Future
Why would you settle on an unpleasant idea, thinking it'd only apply to others? Then, you find you just did it to shut them up. I don't even know if that was some thing on purpose, sounds kinda abstract and constructed. It could be a solid way of thinking in a different way.
So, I guess people settle for the future to impress.
So, I guess people settle for the future to impress.
Ate
This morning, I had 2 French bread pizzas, asked my dad for different kinds. Then, later, they made me a hamburger and hot dog. My dad put cheese on the hamburger, with the (Heinz) ketchup I asked for. Then, I got some baby carrots and veggie dip and 2 giant Reese's.
I brushed my teeth twice and flossed the front, took my 2 chugs of water to swish.
I brushed my teeth twice and flossed the front, took my 2 chugs of water to swish.
People From Florida Analyzing Funny Things
People from Florida think it's funny to analyze finding out about something incredibly pleasurable. I guess people from places other than Florida and California find a lot of comfort things unearthly amusing. I'm sure they do both. They are welcome to be appropriate and have a lot laid out.
Amusing Analyzations
Does Ginny Kopf find it amusing to analyze "kids" who want to be a problem, like feel bad about something? Is that her light in her life, her *joy* and her *salvation*? 3D Because it seems like it...
Hmph! 34
My dad got me this really cute black cane with a foam handle and a dangling black lace on it ... but no crutches. It's easier walking without anything. This'll be fun in Acting I.. (Voice for the Actor, Acting I, & Thursday nights Improvisation..)
People Who Move to Florida From Other U.S. States
I wonder if people who moved to Florida, their kids, think like actually expected to be told they were better than you when all is said and done based on the fact they're not from Florida.
Problem
I'm trying to concentrate in private and have homework in theater and may have a hard time hobbling around school printing it out.. I also have to involve another person! I would never do that. Anyway, people are like bothering me in private sending me suggestive messages, really, and it seems to sorta make me tired. Like, the technology does funny things, and people are interested. It's true, though I know it doesn't seem like it.
Problem
I'm getting more bs that kids want me to prove that if I were in their shoes I'd get mad and blame someone for something in real life even if I found out ... "they didn't 'do it.'"
Wow, Ginny Kopf, is this what you do on the weekend? How am I supposed to do your homework if I broke my ankle?
Wow, Ginny Kopf, is this what you do on the weekend? How am I supposed to do your homework if I broke my ankle?
Problem
Yesterday, when I got back the 1st time, there was a fat lady with a skinny head in front, fluffy dyed hair. She was tilting her head sarcastically because I don't think I should tell people I missed "Supercalifragilisticexpalidocious." You know, every time. I could hear it loud and clear from the stalls. It had just ended, so I saw them lined up. I was annoyed because there's no way I could sit there and not have an insulting thought come to my mind hit hard. It's just what happens. I really don't want to do that, remember??? So, she tilted her head and made me think of my mom's nose being stupidly smooth like a slide like a triangle! Oh no, that's not okay. I be that thought is floating above her head. And then, her neck popped and I think it still freaks my mom out. I felt my mom doing something with her nose, too, and I'm not sure what happened now. It doesn't seem okay, to me. The problem is she's so sorry for other people and thinks you should make a big deal out of stuff like this, when it's not really what you're supposed to pay attention to. I don't want to say this every time much less have to remember nor that I will. I won't. I mean, that's that. You won't say it every time you list what plays or musicals you've seen.
At the Show, Yesterday
Actually, the 1st time I got up was to put water in my left eye after "Feed the Birds." I thought it would be good if I were in that section. When we clapped, for some reason I clapped louder when she came out.
My Hurt
It doesn't hurt, but I can't stand on 2 feet. It bends much better. I had a nice, light Chinese food and slept for like 6 and 14 hours. I was planning on sleeping, anyway, but this is good. At least, I don't feel as agitated about that theater segment.
Dreams
It's hard to remember my 1st dream. Oh, yes, I thought my old choir director, Mrs. Campo, was murdered. It was my fault, somehow, I guess because I'm indian. So, I found her, and she was carrying me quite a lot with my hurt ankle. It was interesting how I connected. Before, Ellen DeGeneres was carrying me with my hurt ankle and I was thinking about being rubbed. There was another dream where I was trying to **********. My dad's youngest sister and little girl cousin, the aunt told me to be more comfortable in the bathroom. When I went in the bathtub, I looked from behind the curtains and the light was on and she had come in then left. The next dream, I was on a long long walking bridge, strong, like a dream. I remember there were 3 boys, 1 maybe his name started with a Z. 1 was Tim Burton's son. I talked to him, and he was really nice and cute. He was small with dark hair. I was with several adults. I know Helena Bonham Carter was there, and she was taller than me by several inches and more rotund and healthy. I got up thinking I wanted to put how her round, chubby daughter squaked as she picked her up. After awhile, I said she was the most European person here and went up to her and maybe or probably started to put my arm around her. I guess she was putting her arm around me and stuff for a long time, with my hurt ankle, which isn't really hurt now, and in different ways. For some reason, I was thinking of old movies like Singing in the Rain or An American in Paris, which I thought of seeing Mary Poppins yesterday. Eventually, she picked me up because of my ankle, for a long time. I made a strong connection with her dad being all English and then with the rest of her race being Spanish and Jewish. I'm not sure what was most memorable. I guess my hurt ankle and seeing her as most European. I did see maybe an all English blonde with slick hair, and I guess for some reason it didn't matter to me. *** So, I guess you can imagine how it was. I don't remember all the details. I guess I felt kinda knocked out a bit but nothing really bad, like I went in and wasn't afraid to process things. Before, I think I felt a bit worn and unable to experience. This time, I was kinda not fully developed, still. When I was looking to see if she was murdered, it was very depressing and something I had to accept. I was worried that it had to do with me not stopping it and causing it. It was sorta a dark, trashy, more sharp slum area, more orangey and like with slits of other things. The bridge was big, like an old dream, and weighted down, quite a lot, though it didn't seem to affect me as much as it could, like I was dead in a way partly. It was a thick bridge. We were sitting on the side. There were like maybe 3 wires and a window with cement on the outside. It was very strong, like a building or street, very thick, seemed so stable but uh-oh not really invincible. So, Helena Bonham Carter was wearing a dress, which was maybe was like brownish with certain colors like orange or blue or green. So, Helena Bonham Carter was saying "David" because her dad is all English a few times. Also, I went in the bathroom to lock the door. I can't even close my garage door because of a chord in the way. I guess with the choir director we were down in a low area that was kinda yellowy-orangey-maybe gray. I had told someone about a Cathedral that seemed good but not the best, you know 1 of 3.
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