Problems

So, I could die..  Well, I already found a passage to the supernatural, if only I can make it.  I don't know about the millions of years of ancestors before us.

So, I figured some things but forgot a good point.  I just got up and went to the bathroom, and some crackers with spread.

So, I know like you watch Ellen DeGeneres.  She got ahead with the clicks in my room.  So, people react a certain way, too.  You go out, and for reasons I thought of, you find yourself in trouble.

So, how do I know that you're right if you won't explain?  I was thinking of something, some conclusion.  I know I realized whites grew up with hatred for the Chinese in their ideas as people and wished to hurt them but at the same time they tell them they don't.  I don't want people to hurt me for not being Asian in a bad way.

Also, I'm hearing gross clicks, and they do manage to technically come in and disturb me.  I think I am a human being more than other Asians, I mean I'm not just some like person who's like not in some category.  Like, I realized I can sit there and sorta suck in the idea that I have to fix some feeling.  I don't have to sit there and think I'm better by hurting myself.  I don't also agree with suddenly coming up and saying it's not okay to be comfortable.  I moved to Orlando, and I started to feel disturbed because I was letting out and people acted like the word nigger around me when I tried.  So, I got mad, and then people got mad back and that's what I'm talking about and it's been 7½ years.

Bath

YouTubes of Me Playing Folk Harp

YouTube

How I Feel

I'm warm and sticky.

How I Feel

I want a bath but am still tired.  I started doing the dishes more.  I clean up crumbs, wipe them, and put the plastic stuff to be recycled.  I've also done my side situps sometimes without posting, maybe once, though, or twice.  It's helped.  Oh, I also had my princess vitamin.

Ate

2 French Bread Pizzas
1 Can of New Chef Boyardee Macaroni and Cheese
the rest of the Italian Greens in a Plastic Container3]_ - Now, I have dark, long lettuce and more asparagus's.
Iced Water, which I still have more of

Singer

Amanda Seyfried seems to have started in high school, as did a lot of singers.  There's this 1 I don't know when she started, from California.  She was kinda more fun and got the head voice teacher.  Well, I noticed that there's a YouTube of a teacher at the arts school in New Orleans who states she sang opera "for a long time."  I don't know anyone who necessarily sang opera since they were a child, but most kids sing hymns, at church, and I also liked kids songs, switched between which I liked to sing, better.

Y O Y

Why are people who started to sing later so knocked out of good quality?

I also know of singers who started too soon.

Britney Spears did gymnastics, too.  Didn't she start singing around 10?

Facebook Posts

from yesterday

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Enjoying the Smaller Hardships..

Did you ever consider that if you don't do something that's a little uncomfortable that you'll get more uncomfortable later and that that's why you enjoy it?

Making 1 Point, at a Time

Do you know about people who make 1 point, at a time?

What I've Been Doing

I lay in bed, got stimulated, well was stimulated the whole time, then got up and went to the bathroom and lay on my couch.

I need to restart my computer, take a shower, cooking, ...

Dream

I remember I was trying on an outfit.  Finally, I looked in the mirror.  The pants hit the floor and dragged at the middle and I stepped on them.  They were a thin pink.  I think there was a jacket top.  It was a dark hot pink.  Maybe, it was like the shirt reminded me of pastel stripes.  I just had to walk dragging my pants partly off.  The mirror was like the 1 in my room, 1 that stands up on a frame.  I was like in a big warehouse of gray like filled with people, like with a Harry Potter feel.

Tired

Going back to bed.

Dream

All remember well now is the end.  I was in a room.  I followed a lady with thick but more detailed features, like a big pointing noise, and brunette hair into a room, like in a sorta college-business world.  We were with other students like that.  It was a big deal.  I got my hot dog and bun.  There were even burned buns I saw later.  The other buns were near the teachers.  There was like some stuff, like a big box kinda high in the middle I guess filled with ice water.  I had to pay I thought $1 and 30 cents but turns out 25 cents.  I put it in the box.  It was the wrong of 3 boxes, 2 similar, like white and rectangle, kinda tall, cardboard.  I asked where to put it and found it.  Instead of washing my hands by them, I washed them in a big sink in another part by some other kids, kinda in the middle of the 2 groups.  It had a big sprinkling thing and 2 kinds of soap dispensers.  I had to use the foam 1 that spit it out.  So, also, coming in, I saw they were injecting a tube of some kinda maybe light gelly stuff to their wrists, a shot, and I guess we were all getting shots.  It was kinda dreamy, like an apartment complex with trees.

Ate

2 French Bread Pizzas
Beef
Italian Mixed Veggies, Leaves, My Dad Got
Giant Reese's Cup
Cold Water

No vitamins today.  3(

I want a shower but am too tired.  I fell asleep thinking about school and didn't see Les Misérables but am tired, again, so soon, even before I went to eat the rest of the food.

Reading ... and Writing

I guess that I was a good reader.  My mom said I talked a lot.

So, I did gymnastics, ballet, and baton at 7.

Er, 8, I did more gymnastics and baton.  I read the whole thing of the Zoo Books magazines, maybe around 7 of them.

Then, I got the boxed set of the Little House books and read them more than once at 9.  I would linger on the text.  I also was reading American Girls, which were short booklets.  I think that's when people drew from me reading a lot.  However, when I was 7 and 8, we got books read to us, a lot.  When I was 8, it turned out people were already reading novels, however.

We moved when I was 12, and I read The Secret Garden, A Little Princess, a fantasy about a unicorn, and the books for the reading program at school.  I did the homework.

I read some books that became movies, 1 being Harry Potter.  I read The Phantom of the Opera.  I'm not sure what I spent my free time doing.  I know I was either on vacation, working|schooling, or doing something in the arts, each summer.

I read The Tale of Despereux, my 1st year of college, got it from a book fair order through my brother.  I didn't even watch the movie but posted on Facebook.  I hadn't been going out.

I did read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the sequel, as well as Alice in Wonderland for the 3rd or 4th time.  I read it all in 1 morning and afternoon.  I also read the 2nd book, maybe the next day, unsure.  I read through a book on the illustrator of Alice in Wonderland, and the word, "fastidious," came up more than once.

Reading online posts on IMDb and when I was elsewhere was a task.  The posts online just keep coming, and people expect them to be answered.  I wrote so much, people didn't pay attention to me, and I went and got a blog and just posted, apparently, about what I was doing, my problems, like with technology, about eating, stuff like that that goes on and on like a book..

I also spent a lot of time reading these 2 booklets with illustrations on personality types, the 2 major sorters.  I got some guides on specific types on my Nook and read through what I was interested in, which wasn't much.  That's when I was 12, too, maybe until I was 15.  They were really boring, but I'm pretty good at sorting and could sort out like something about dominant and secondary functions.  I think you sort all 4 letters.  I also read through what I was interested in in a longer text book of the major personality sorting type.
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There was another popular 1 I can't find now about your dog or cat personality, came out in 1997 I think.  I read it and realized it was colored, racist people.  I got it in the past recent years.

So, I started reading, I think, Twilight, and I realized it was for kids.  I got another magical book that I found was from years ago.  So, I stopped.

Now, I'm trying to get back blogging skills and see if I can get as smart as I was when I was a tween.

I know there are young children's authors out there, but I didn't think those books were for me.  I wanted to read about true ghost stories, might get that.  I don't know about writing for skill.  That's something like poetry.  I dunno, maybe online articles are of some value.  Remember essays?  Maybe long psychology essays, mainly on like modern young people, like when MySpace was coming out, you know?  It doesn't sound like people want to make people happy and talk about it.  They just smile sarcastically and go on to something else.  It's something they do a lot.  They have that funny aura..

I had also been getting People on my Nook, and it's easy to go through and read.  It's mostly ads.  It's every week for $10 a month, I think.

I just said good-night.

My dad is going to bed.  =|  We didn't see Les Misérables.

Problem

Did you ever consider that people like Ellen DeGeneres and Tim Burton and Johnny Depp get everything as a tossup, but people who are not famous get told everything is going to "lit 'r' all y" hurt them?

Needs

I can't wait until the beginning of the month.  My room smells.  I smell.  My bathroom is full.

I need a bigger laundry hamper and wish I could fit maybe a big 1 for 2 things in my bathroom.

I want a big trash can by my  desk so I don't have to go by my door.

Hm, oh yes, an air purifier.  I used to have a more expensive 1, and I guess my room was pretty clean.  I have to throw a lot of stuff away tonight, hopefully the trash bags available.

My dad was supposed to get me a loud fan at the store, if not online.  There weren't any at Sears.

I did want to see if I want all the striped sweaters at Wal-Mart, like as a Christmas present.  I'll have to wait until I recover from the walking.

Also, there's a fly around my screen, but it's not bothering me too much.

Also, I need a chordless mouse.