Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Back
I just got back from the mall. I'm trying to think of a new screenname. So, I might not be on much today. Hopefully, I will, though.
Hello?
I was trying to think of a new account.
Here's my post for today so far...
Dream
So, I was laying in bed, waiting to feel better to make a new blog.
When I went to Perkins, my dad threw in on my an idea of putting the waitress's lady in my stomach. It didn't feel good. I think she like exploded.
So, I lay down, and for the first time, my uterus started pumping. I think it's because of Ellen DeGeneres.
I fell asleep, finally. I thought someone was really there, invisible, hoping they would be real behind me, like air, putting their hand on my female part and holding me up and stuff I don't remember specifically for a long time. It was someone with a lean, thick arm.
So, then, this person was like babysitting me, this arm, carrying me around this house. It reminded me of my dad's youngest sister most, where her daughter stayed. This happened for a long time, for some reason.
So, I finally went out. I went through windows and stuff. This person was carrying me. I just hoped the person was real. It was a dark, thick person, kinda like me, so I dunno...
Well, let's see, things happened, obviously, scenery.
So, finally, at this party, I was able to imagine someone, this person, carrying me. When I was sleeping, I imagined this boy was a teddy bear. So, I tagged Helena Bonham Carter, to be safe. Not really. So, then, this person finally was carrying me like I was still a kid on the front and then the side. I guess I sorta flashed through it all. It was kinda nice. I know it's from watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." Anyway, so, in the dream, I felt kinda stimulated about things from my life since I was about 17 or maybe stemming from when I was 16 and 15 and 14. I dunno, I wish I remembered the feelings. I was thinking before that I was more the epitome of what my dad should have been as his kid and not who he was like. So, it was really long. I know I was in this house, like being babysat.
Anyway, I woke up and I imagined a little head under my head, and that was just like my mom when I say bye casually|hardly. I also imagined I was holding onto like a rope, a male part.
So, then, there was a time I left with some people who were making fun of the person holding me, and I trotted along the road, very feminine, like Nell Burton.
I just wish I could say in words what was going in with me the whole time in the 2nd half when this person was generously carrying what was now me.
I was like having a conversation, this person I was puppetting to me, for some reason. You know, about how I thought.
I guess, the person was like murmering to me about how I wanted to feel. Ugh! I just forgot what else I was gonna write. So, yea, thoughts from real life went through my head that made me uncomfortable. I can't really justify my existence. It was like said person had responsibility to carry me, but it got old when I thought of when I wasn't online. My first picture, Juily ... 4th!
It was funny. Supposedly, I needed this, kinda nice, but feeling mocked. I don't really know who it was, in a way, for the bulk. Who would really do this?
It was funny, though, finally a dream that wasn't just annoying. It was like about my needs.
It was funny, the idea that the person had to put their arms around me like that. I guess it's because I was thinking about it. I felt like a little kid, like a baby, being taken care of in a nursery.
It was really long, and it happened like 100 times. I was constantly being held.
It was really dark and stuff, sorta an underworld.
You know, I get mad when I do something and someone doesn't tell me while I still have a chance to change it.
Anyway, worthless dream! Literally. Enjoyable, still. So, not worthless, in another way. It seemed bound to occur but not really.
So, it was nice, but I don't get why it happened. It made me feel old.
Okay, so, now I remember, I had to or decided to make my eyes swirl in my head and the person was behind me still.
I can't really remember some other thing now that happened.
Something else upset me as I was looking up Jackie Evancho videos.
Here's my post for today so far...
Dream
So, I was laying in bed, waiting to feel better to make a new blog.
When I went to Perkins, my dad threw in on my an idea of putting the waitress's lady in my stomach. It didn't feel good. I think she like exploded.
So, I lay down, and for the first time, my uterus started pumping. I think it's because of Ellen DeGeneres.
I fell asleep, finally. I thought someone was really there, invisible, hoping they would be real behind me, like air, putting their hand on my female part and holding me up and stuff I don't remember specifically for a long time. It was someone with a lean, thick arm.
So, then, this person was like babysitting me, this arm, carrying me around this house. It reminded me of my dad's youngest sister most, where her daughter stayed. This happened for a long time, for some reason.
So, I finally went out. I went through windows and stuff. This person was carrying me. I just hoped the person was real. It was a dark, thick person, kinda like me, so I dunno...
Well, let's see, things happened, obviously, scenery.
So, finally, at this party, I was able to imagine someone, this person, carrying me. When I was sleeping, I imagined this boy was a teddy bear. So, I tagged Helena Bonham Carter, to be safe. Not really. So, then, this person finally was carrying me like I was still a kid on the front and then the side. I guess I sorta flashed through it all. It was kinda nice. I know it's from watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." Anyway, so, in the dream, I felt kinda stimulated about things from my life since I was about 17 or maybe stemming from when I was 16 and 15 and 14. I dunno, I wish I remembered the feelings. I was thinking before that I was more the epitome of what my dad should have been as his kid and not who he was like. So, it was really long. I know I was in this house, like being babysat.
Anyway, I woke up and I imagined a little head under my head, and that was just like my mom when I say bye casually|hardly. I also imagined I was holding onto like a rope, a male part.
So, then, there was a time I left with some people who were making fun of the person holding me, and I trotted along the road, very feminine, like Nell Burton.
I just wish I could say in words what was going in with me the whole time in the 2nd half when this person was generously carrying what was now me.
I was like having a conversation, this person I was puppetting to me, for some reason. You know, about how I thought.
I guess, the person was like murmering to me about how I wanted to feel. Ugh! I just forgot what else I was gonna write. So, yea, thoughts from real life went through my head that made me uncomfortable. I can't really justify my existence. It was like said person had responsibility to carry me, but it got old when I thought of when I wasn't online. My first picture, Juily ... 4th!
It was funny. Supposedly, I needed this, kinda nice, but feeling mocked. I don't really know who it was, in a way, for the bulk. Who would really do this?
It was funny, though, finally a dream that wasn't just annoying. It was like about my needs.
It was funny, the idea that the person had to put their arms around me like that. I guess it's because I was thinking about it. I felt like a little kid, like a baby, being taken care of in a nursery.
It was really long, and it happened like 100 times. I was constantly being held.
It was really dark and stuff, sorta an underworld.
You know, I get mad when I do something and someone doesn't tell me while I still have a chance to change it.
Anyway, worthless dream! Literally. Enjoyable, still. So, not worthless, in another way. It seemed bound to occur but not really.
So, it was nice, but I don't get why it happened. It made me feel old.
Okay, so, now I remember, I had to or decided to make my eyes swirl in my head and the person was behind me still.
I can't really remember some other thing now that happened.
Something else upset me as I was looking up Jackie Evancho videos.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Whattaya Want
So you all want excitement and discomfort at some point? I'm not so sure about the discomfort.
Ellen DeGeneres
Why does Ellen DeGeneres like to punish people? Because she was the youngest in her family...
Except, I feel that she agrees to do it without warning and to be really mean.
Look, I already hear it. Leave me alone!
Except, I feel that she agrees to do it without warning and to be really mean.
Look, I already hear it. Leave me alone!
Random Blogs
So, are we supposed to let out anything that comes to our mind that isn't too offensive because we've not let it out previously online?
I was wondering if my mom and I deserved to be changed in a way we don't want to be to be like her sister and her sister's daughter. I'm sure that idea is going around in their heads. I don't mean literally. ':|
I'm getting funny signals at funny times, while I'm on my computer, like supposedly people thinking they're my grandma stimulating up this boy, over in England. I guess they thought they'd use non-Caucasian people as an excuse to say they made them seem not European in America. Well, the truth is that they're different.
Listen. I am being attacked at random at any given moment, ideas shoved in my head to pop up when I'm enjoying myself, later. I can't rest with my parents in the house. It's my dad's fault. He doesn't want me to succeed. In the world.
I don't want to unwind with you and I don't have to. Anything bad people do will be excused as it will happen anyway and I'm softening the blow when something happens I don't agree with and I refuse to sit and unravel and think it out like everyone else.
So, my mom thinks I "have to be" as bad as my dad.
Apparently, my grandma doesn't want me to succeed, neither. I'm tired of hearing her attacks.
Why is Ellen like messing with the strata of my family life? I don't mean directly. Her minions cause it. Right?
STOP RUINING MY LIFE. YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO TALK TO ME. QUIT MESSING UP MY COMPUTER.
ATTACK
Look, can you stop trying to impress mean people, to me?
My dad is like changing how he acts and not being presentable in the end. Ya'll, quit listening to him! ':0
So, why is my dad humoring suggestive feelings to the likes of Tim Burton and Ellen DeGeneres? Maybe, we should just forget these people. Thanks a lot for ruining my life with the n word thing. I blame my dad and maybe this boy I talk to, but I don't really know, for sure, though. It's too bad my life was so cooped up, before.
I was wondering if my mom and I deserved to be changed in a way we don't want to be to be like her sister and her sister's daughter. I'm sure that idea is going around in their heads. I don't mean literally. ':|
I'm getting funny signals at funny times, while I'm on my computer, like supposedly people thinking they're my grandma stimulating up this boy, over in England. I guess they thought they'd use non-Caucasian people as an excuse to say they made them seem not European in America. Well, the truth is that they're different.
Listen. I am being attacked at random at any given moment, ideas shoved in my head to pop up when I'm enjoying myself, later. I can't rest with my parents in the house. It's my dad's fault. He doesn't want me to succeed. In the world.
I don't want to unwind with you and I don't have to. Anything bad people do will be excused as it will happen anyway and I'm softening the blow when something happens I don't agree with and I refuse to sit and unravel and think it out like everyone else.
So, my mom thinks I "have to be" as bad as my dad.
Apparently, my grandma doesn't want me to succeed, neither. I'm tired of hearing her attacks.
Why is Ellen like messing with the strata of my family life? I don't mean directly. Her minions cause it. Right?
STOP RUINING MY LIFE. YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO TALK TO ME. QUIT MESSING UP MY COMPUTER.
ATTACK
Look, can you stop trying to impress mean people, to me?
My dad is like changing how he acts and not being presentable in the end. Ya'll, quit listening to him! ':0
So, why is my dad humoring suggestive feelings to the likes of Tim Burton and Ellen DeGeneres? Maybe, we should just forget these people. Thanks a lot for ruining my life with the n word thing. I blame my dad and maybe this boy I talk to, but I don't really know, for sure, though. It's too bad my life was so cooped up, before.
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