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Thursday, December 20, 2012

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I added the "Finale" from Les Misérables to my Singing playlist.

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I edited my singing playlist, took away the 2 Christmas songs.

So, people born before me, like in the 70s, think they have more a handle on things like Mary Poppins but don't give their kids that same world thinking they "did 1." that they found something that was unnecessary and never bothered going into anything, at all, like the children in the, like, mid 60s.

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I added a timestamp and description to a YouTube, "1 Day More."

"The rest is okay but forgettable."

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Feeling Groo vy

I just walked outside in my PJs, shorts and a tank with a fox, thought it was a toucan, while my dad was about to fix my internet, but I guess he didn't.

No One on the Li ine

So, I tried calling Ginny Kopf, again. Guess, I'll try again, tomorrow. Maybe, it's her Valencia office.

Problem

So, Ellen DeGeneres just choses whichever says you're wrong, doesn't really think there's an explanation, like a fun time.

Breakfast

4 Slices of Maple Bacon
Cheesy Grits
Breakfast Biscuit, With, Like, Bacon and Eggs
Full Mug Glass of Orange Juice
Sour Gummies from 711

Problem

I need a shower and more rest. And exercise|a walk.

I noticed Ellen DeGeneres is assertive, like that other people are, and she doesn't let them be.

Problem

So, all these good people are getting mad at me and ruining my life and not wanting to admit stuff and not letting me have fun with other people. Probably mimicking me and saying they're just kidding. Maybe, I just have to take it as a joke and not really care. It's too bad because I was really hoping to get attention from them and not be like reprimanded for it. :|

Being reprimanded is okay, but in some ways, it's not the ideal of what would have happened, though you have to accept the good "things"

Problem

What do you think of Ellen DeGeneres reacting positively that I deserve something bad for something I did?

Problem

Stop wasting my time. I'm being told that people I find unappealing are magical.

Problem

I guess Ellen DeGeneres is the new Tim Burton, but you can't have her.

The big argument was that people happened to watch Tim Burton as young kids. I didn't even know they were that young.

Problem

What is Ellen DeGeneres's problem? Why can't I think of something and not have it happen to me? People make fun of me, too. That's not supposed to "have" to happen.

Problem

Also, my grandma read the Bible with me each night and now reading isn't as fun.

Problem

STOP INSULTING ME WITH THE TIMING OF HOW YOU LOAD THE COMPUTER. THEY CALLED SOMEONE'S FOOT VIETNAM.

Also, they think Ellen DeGeneres is insulting me for fun. It's really annoying. I'm not gonna think about that.

Also, stop poking at my dad because you also gave my mom glasses.

Ellen DeGeneres keeps making me feel weird and like I shouldn't be cool.

Dreams

Right now, I'm thinking of the 2nd 1. I guess I'll go into a part where someone was kinda in it, Ellen DeGeneres, but I was trying to imagine someone carrying me and someone putting their hand around me. So, 1st, I imagined like for awhile sometime that someone was carrying me at my butt to their hip. Stuff like that, like how my legs were actually short and my torso was shorter, something I never thought about, like thought about about nor maybe totally noticed. Then I imagined I was walking and a someone I was able to make up between 3 people was putting her arm around me to like my elbow for awhile, was a but sappy and then their other hand like over the front of me in places. At 1 point, I was even imagining in a prior dream, that I was being rubbed but stopped, maybe my stomach. I'm not sure why, but I liked to lie in bed and feather over my legs in my sleep. So, in the 2nd dream, I was like in a dangerous land of like Pokémon. We went into a nursing station with girls at a desk working and someone showed me, put a needle in my hand to let me feel it was fun, like it made my hand feel caring. Then, they did it in another way again maybe in the other hand. I contended, thinking, I had other interests, rather than other thoughts that passed me. It had become dangerous to press against glass. There was a little zebra, and there were some scary crocodilians. 1 was just with a little fence of rocks on a platform, and it was jutting out, wanting to jump down. I told them the zebra was in danger. A more boyish character girl came out with a little tubular rifle and shot out like a bomb bullet and supposedly accidentally hit the zebra, who turned into in some communication a human, like walking with sneakers, like it had dressed up, and its elbow was hit. Before, I saw a painting with some lady artists in a little tent booth doing art of pinkish zebras and then dolphins with pink tints and a lady would make like a smaller 1 for $10. I think the big 1 I looked at of dolphins was like $78 or maybe $48 but I think more like $80. Then, I was like in a dance hall going around. I guess I was lying down. Then, I got up with 2 tall, more big girls, from the New Orleans area. I was thinking of my hight, meditating on it. It was what it was, 5'1" to 5'4", more short then and kinda made fun of as people seemed to seep in their sleeping bags. I was being judged, like it was a phantasmagoria with like drums beating in the back, too. So, I stretched up and found ooh 5'5" ... 5'6"? So, I went up to a lady in dark lying on the floor on a stage in front with a headband I was twirling around, after a girl from that area who did a lot of dance did something with me. I said, look, I'm 5'6", or something like that. The person was like good. Oh yes, that was Ellen DeGeneres, but it didn't look much like her. However, I could still dip to 5'1", and I wasn't sure what to do ... as I lay down with a girl, before, I guess, a big girl, I was thinking well I'm still 11, not sure why, so that's why I'm 5'1", which I'm supposed to not be that big, still. So, before that, we were like traveling, and there was this shower and I was stimulating myself a few times like across the floor. I was thinking of how Ellen DeGeneres was stimulated "in the same way." Some people were like coming. It was like a bath stall or hotel. So, I was stimulating myself not just in that way. At 1 point, my dad came in and I was holding a towel, and I left. Then, this was before the other dream, like we were on a ledge, and my dad was like this is a city, and I almost fell off a cliff corner of sand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was dangerous. There was a dream before this 1, too. Now, I remember, also, at the nursing station, they were gonna give people shots but I guess not me for safety like in a physical defense somehow. My mom asked if it would explode. The nurse inserted a shot into her arm, and a long tube of blood filled and a bubble popped at the end. I spent quite awhile wanting to feel like someone was carrying me, I guess been latching onto how I used to beg my mom to carry me when I was 2 and 3. I guess it was like feeding birds trying to get that feeling. Like, sometimes, I had to often base it more on seeing something, though. I saw it like in pieces, of course, in a complex way, that I probably use, often. In music, though, I tend to also hear things in pieces, whereas, before, I didn't and was always very bewildered, until maybe a specific song seeped in or I had listened to too much, though I don't remember the songs specifically to their experiences. I wish I remembered more. I saved a more happy scene for my Twitter background, a cartoon. It was kinda dangerous and complicated. I had about 5 folders, and some were serious, like rocky people. Also, lately, I've been more stung to not experience a sorta rebuttle of feelings, from watching Ellen DeGeneres, and am thinking something is wrong. I mean, just more today, I thought that. I wish I wouldn't have to think something the opposite of what I'm feeling when I'm embarrassed, though. I just measured myself, too, and I'm, roughly up to 5'5", meaning the average juts there when I stretch my heels down.