Tuesday, December 18, 2012
YouTube Videos From Before
I added "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins to my Newest Selections Playlist and uploaded "Prima Donna" from The Phantom of the Opera from the last time I sang.
YouTube
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My right hand fingers have been hurting, the joints. I put on some moisturizer to see if it would help. I think the sun, also, did it.
Edit
I added 2 videos to my new singing videos playlist, the "Finale" from Les Misérables and "Tonight" from West Side Story, which is probably by Andrew Lloyd Webber (ALW.)
Problem
Ellen DeGeneres seems to be pushing me to submit, but I won't, because of the n word thing. Haha, I will never, ever, ever submit! ;D
Problem
So, Ellen DeGeneres is telling me I'm what I don't want to be. That doesn't make sense. She won't explain. She gave my mom glasses and thinks she's not going to prison. She is taking my friends away from me.
That's sick. I'm not here to submit to your perverted fantasies. Get on Blogger. What do you think I am, a nigger? You also suggested something mean and got other people involved in the message. I already contacted the police about people making fantasies about others. My last topic is being updated at my leisure for "..the world to see.."
That's sick. I'm not here to submit to your perverted fantasies. Get on Blogger. What do you think I am, a nigger? You also suggested something mean and got other people involved in the message. I already contacted the police about people making fantasies about others. My last topic is being updated at my leisure for "..the world to see.."
Problem
My Twitter got suspended. I missed 2 interactions. Someone is being a nigger. I had made a friend. I was mad at Ellen because I thought she had a pact in giving my mom glasses or Tim Burton made her uneasy and is uneasy around others.
Cleaned Some
I cleaned a lot in my room, have lots left to go through and even have to wipe something up.
Problem
I ordered pink glitter eye shadow, and I got gold. I think they did it on purpose. There's a coincidence, so I'm sure it was done on purpose. They're messing with me. Someone do something, I'm tired of P1. I didn't do anything wrong. Stop picking on me. Post it online, Ellen DeGeneres.
Problem
I got more messages while watching the show. What should I do? I kinda forgot what I was thinking. I kinda don't want to post what I remember.
Problem
My computer was about to not turn on, the screen. I have a chord going to my room from outside for good power. The minimize button on Firefox was gone.
STOP IT ELLEN. WANT ME TO CALL THE POLICE ON YOU AND GET YOU SENTENCED TO *BEEP*
STOP IT ELLEN. WANT ME TO CALL THE POLICE ON YOU AND GET YOU SENTENCED TO *BEEP*
Problem
I got another squeal of pain from Ellen. There's a package by my door with a book of Shakespeare monologues over it. My mom passed by and looked at my feet and said something. *BEEP* Then, I got a similar insulting message. *BEEP* Someone do something! See if you can *beep* these people. Ellen DeGeneres and Tim Burton. I told you to stop. Look, someone do something. No one cares what you say. I'm not gonna go into this. I can't even get even with this if you were in the room. I can't even t***** you enough.
ELLEN STOP THESE MESSAGES. What's your problem? You're nothing! You're just mean and send me these messages. Then, maybe you didn't, but maybe you did. It's because of you, though. Why should I care about anyone related to you? You're not white, are you, and hey you're just gonna make fun of me. You keep acting like I'm not white. What, what am I supposed to do?
ELLEN STOP THESE MESSAGES. What's your problem? You're nothing! You're just mean and send me these messages. Then, maybe you didn't, but maybe you did. It's because of you, though. Why should I care about anyone related to you? You're not white, are you, and hey you're just gonna make fun of me. You keep acting like I'm not white. What, what am I supposed to do?
Dream
I was at college going around, and my dad told me what to do. I wanted to go in a house, and there were these cute cats. I think, the 1st time I got in, and someone helped me and it lated awhile. I had written a dream down about a guy from the theater where I used to live getting hurt, the one I wrote about in Twitter. It was the same thing almost. He was big.
Then, I remember being involved with my mom. Well, I was going around and decided, my dad saying okay, to just worry about getting food, to find a McDonald's and asked if I liked it rather and I said yea the chicken sandwich, grilled, and went down the stairs. Instead, I was at the top floor of a dorm with a really high ceiling. The rooms were open. My mom was at a desk in the center with her course book. I was at UNO. I was looking at course. 1 I remember was Acting. It was more interesting than 1 where you present things. There were words, little descriptions, why I liked it, a clean white catalog, almost the size of a magazine. There were pictures of kids, including some nice tan 1s who didn't really look like you'd want to be them, unappealing. 1 reminded me of her name, "energy," never thought fo that. So, supposedly, 1 girl from drama a year older there was the daughter of a witch and never knew her mom. I thought up north that she did something and looked like a waitress, like she was tortured in a made up way that wasn't graphic. I thought it was part of the experiment. So, my math teacher from the other school was like related to her in some way, and I saw a baby in like a cradle crying, a boy, I think in her dorm. I told them flashing by a little later I didn't know my aunt. So, I saw on her side, which was like 3 stories high, and clean, like in an institution where we get better and have real adventures, high up, notes to me and around the corner on the other side. So, what now, I forget. I guess it was too late, I fell asleep, and then it was even past 12, 12:40, to eat. I must have went in my dorm, lay down and looked up and realized I was at UNO. Oh yes, then, she came in and smashed my guitar, a violin, harp, the TV, which was my mom's, though it just left like a film broken over it, so I said nothing. She said Ellen told her to do it, and I got up madly with 2 pillars, as though someone would hurt me. I said, "Where is she? Bring her in!" It was like she would appear. I realized it was dangerous for me to sleep so said, "Want me to promise not to hurt her?" Then, I was like oh yea we don't know I won't, like in my sleep. Well, my harp sounds different, and an Irish harpist with a French last name just had a baby. People were going by from 2 of my high schools wondering where I should go, public or Catholic. I was already mad at someone and didn't know who, I think a lady who was big probably. I was gonna say more but forgot.
Then, I remember being involved with my mom. Well, I was going around and decided, my dad saying okay, to just worry about getting food, to find a McDonald's and asked if I liked it rather and I said yea the chicken sandwich, grilled, and went down the stairs. Instead, I was at the top floor of a dorm with a really high ceiling. The rooms were open. My mom was at a desk in the center with her course book. I was at UNO. I was looking at course. 1 I remember was Acting. It was more interesting than 1 where you present things. There were words, little descriptions, why I liked it, a clean white catalog, almost the size of a magazine. There were pictures of kids, including some nice tan 1s who didn't really look like you'd want to be them, unappealing. 1 reminded me of her name, "energy," never thought fo that. So, supposedly, 1 girl from drama a year older there was the daughter of a witch and never knew her mom. I thought up north that she did something and looked like a waitress, like she was tortured in a made up way that wasn't graphic. I thought it was part of the experiment. So, my math teacher from the other school was like related to her in some way, and I saw a baby in like a cradle crying, a boy, I think in her dorm. I told them flashing by a little later I didn't know my aunt. So, I saw on her side, which was like 3 stories high, and clean, like in an institution where we get better and have real adventures, high up, notes to me and around the corner on the other side. So, what now, I forget. I guess it was too late, I fell asleep, and then it was even past 12, 12:40, to eat. I must have went in my dorm, lay down and looked up and realized I was at UNO. Oh yes, then, she came in and smashed my guitar, a violin, harp, the TV, which was my mom's, though it just left like a film broken over it, so I said nothing. She said Ellen told her to do it, and I got up madly with 2 pillars, as though someone would hurt me. I said, "Where is she? Bring her in!" It was like she would appear. I realized it was dangerous for me to sleep so said, "Want me to promise not to hurt her?" Then, I was like oh yea we don't know I won't, like in my sleep. Well, my harp sounds different, and an Irish harpist with a French last name just had a baby. People were going by from 2 of my high schools wondering where I should go, public or Catholic. I was already mad at someone and didn't know who, I think a lady who was big probably. I was gonna say more but forgot.
Problem
I'm so annoyed at this private messages from Ellen DeGeneres. She keeps getting friendly with others like I'm not white because she wants to feel she's better. Too bad she's ruined my life.
Problem
I feel like I'm being closely monitored. These noises in my room get annoying. Every move, I have to check, since watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," this season. I wasn't welcome to follow her on Twitter freely when summer began. I care.
My Experience in Orlando 6|7 Years
So, something interesting is I thought I was an experiment and everyone knew about me.
In the end, I thought that people weren't real and stopped communicating to me altogether for maybe a few years if I count.
Then, I wonder even if people think about me, at all. I always feel they're talking. So, I went to Southeastern Florida, and the cars there seemed to speak, as well. I haven't been out to see if people knew about me more specifically, at sight. It is amazing going along the road here with all the cars roaring back, with your ear plugs, thinking they're all talking, saying something. Since majoring in music and the experiment, I think every sound is like a word. So, that's over 5 years. Also, in bed, I heard a real sound. I assume it was planted in me, like influenced, and it could have been real. It sounded other-worldly, 1 sound, like a figment dragon. I was feeling dead, like I was nothing, from seeing The Hobbit. I even wonder if some of the people were talking to some people who knew about me. So, I saw other movies, like The Expendables ... 3? and I mean that was different, I think. I just think that people used to be really racist. Well, they still are difficult.
Well, all people here seem to know about me is thoughts of my future daughter and maybe son and like what I'm doing, like am I watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." It seems to travel around the store. It's quite natural. Well, the people here are pretty crazy, in my opinion. I have a way of thinking of what people are literally doing. I guess you could almost say people seem to turn to monsters. Well, before, seeing from my early blogs, 2010, they seemed pretty mean, the cars going by were all racist, but I got used to it staying here longer. I could barely make out words, at that point. It was kinda like sorta like a miracle but seemed hard and a bit like taxing. I would quickly write it down. Now, I have a noisemaker and earplugs. xp Tired going back to bed I think. I've been waking up a little crazy since hitting my head. I know that can kill you.
In the end, I thought that people weren't real and stopped communicating to me altogether for maybe a few years if I count.
Then, I wonder even if people think about me, at all. I always feel they're talking. So, I went to Southeastern Florida, and the cars there seemed to speak, as well. I haven't been out to see if people knew about me more specifically, at sight. It is amazing going along the road here with all the cars roaring back, with your ear plugs, thinking they're all talking, saying something. Since majoring in music and the experiment, I think every sound is like a word. So, that's over 5 years. Also, in bed, I heard a real sound. I assume it was planted in me, like influenced, and it could have been real. It sounded other-worldly, 1 sound, like a figment dragon. I was feeling dead, like I was nothing, from seeing The Hobbit. I even wonder if some of the people were talking to some people who knew about me. So, I saw other movies, like The Expendables ... 3? and I mean that was different, I think. I just think that people used to be really racist. Well, they still are difficult.
Well, all people here seem to know about me is thoughts of my future daughter and maybe son and like what I'm doing, like am I watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." It seems to travel around the store. It's quite natural. Well, the people here are pretty crazy, in my opinion. I have a way of thinking of what people are literally doing. I guess you could almost say people seem to turn to monsters. Well, before, seeing from my early blogs, 2010, they seemed pretty mean, the cars going by were all racist, but I got used to it staying here longer. I could barely make out words, at that point. It was kinda like sorta like a miracle but seemed hard and a bit like taxing. I would quickly write it down. Now, I have a noisemaker and earplugs. xp Tired going back to bed I think. I've been waking up a little crazy since hitting my head. I know that can kill you.
Dream
The complex rhythm was like every movement was so intricately connected to one another. My younger aunt stretched her face, and her nose got small, and she thought it was like mine, but I said it was the proportions. She was smiling opening her mouth like yea.
Speaking of my Genetics tag, when I moved to Orlando, on TV they had this lady on a green and black grid, like green glow lines, and they had a joke of like a baby that got big and taken out and grew to be superhuman and only the mom was a certain size. I could never remember what was going on in different things.
Speaking of my Genetics tag, when I moved to Orlando, on TV they had this lady on a green and black grid, like green glow lines, and they had a joke of like a baby that got big and taken out and grew to be superhuman and only the mom was a certain size. I could never remember what was going on in different things.
Dream
I was lying down and my mom told me to wake up to drink some tea, though I didn't want to very much. She had a larger glass and a smaller one I almost finished. Rather, it was powder. That lady on Facebook, Ginny, was outside the door. Then, my dad was there by an old computer. He was mad and drawling about what I wanted to do and probably asked me something, yes, that I forgot now. He said to join him for lunch. I think he was wondering if I wanted to be carried or like have a relationship with certain someone. I was gonna go out to eat and have a dragon with a small, circular mouth accompany me, like a purple, wet dragon, and it did, kinda like a big snake. It was nice. It turned out to be someone I know, well, my cousin. Then, her mom was there, turned out to be the older sister, who is shorter. Then, it was the mom, and I sized myself up to be her size and said I was bigger than them all. The mom was there, too, my grandma. Then, I left again. I think 1st I saw a version of 2 small kids from Mary Poppins, and I got the rhythm I saw, which was like a combination of German and Dutch but English and was complex and sick a bit. They realized I knew it because I wasn't American and then that my mom had European heritage, for so long in ancestry. Then, I was on like a building, a slim portion, like a chimney top place, like a ship with some boys, then they realized it was because I was white, had a Caucasian American dad. Then, I think, there were 3 dragons to eat us 3 creatures. 1st, 1 ate 1 slimy creature. It spit out like a shark tooth. It finally ate another. The 1st was small and kinda round. Then, it chased me. I had indicated to run. I easily glided a cro ss a pool that was like a video game from 1998 that came with the computer, an easy one. I was under a canopy. Oh, I forgot, I went on a ride that was voiced by Ellen DeGeneres, a movie, but we just saw the dazzle eyes, the swirls, in black and white, all over, like a friendly ride, kinda cheap-seeming but actually quite elaborate. My dad was there. So, I got behind his girl and held onto her sash, like a Dr. Suess movie girl, kinda thin, like Beauty and the Beast. I remember the 1st scene was long, asking me what I wanted and waking me up and having me walk around a large, somewhat dirty but interestingly furnaced hotel room, kinda orange with a big black window on the side. So, anyway, the creature got me and finally I said to "eat someone else." It's stomach, a section gooily crackered open and a ball came out under it and was reaching me, stickling, and I woke up, realizing I guess it wasn't gonna eat me, startled some people, and thought of Disney because it's on my blog. Something else I was gonna say, ah yes, I was going around and saw some kids. I realized I did Music Education and was full of something.
So, the kids were loudly rasping "Jolly Holiday" in a weird form that seemed like a combination of English Dutch and German Dutch, which I never thought of, though they were English, supposedly. They were holding like dark brooms with bristles. The girl was wearing the orange. I only noticed her mostly, but she was more European and physical.
Right now, I feel like the monster that was going to eat me, my lips sticking out a lot and kinda thick seeming from the inside. Also, I had 2 black therapists walk with me and asked if I wanted to go to Disney. They made it seem like an adventure. I said well I don't have any money, and they never really wanted to. 1 was about my age, maybe a month older or younger. The other was an adult with a girl in modeling. I've had other counselors here because of the mental hospital. The whole time, I didn't think about Disney, but I was at it, so I guess yea I mean I thought about it in that way.
I was trying to think of something, like someone carrying me, in the bed, and I was woken up and had to think of something more materialistic but didn't. My dad was giving me "new rules." Just to see him at lunch I think. He said I'd do something like weave poofy, dark things all day and then come home, but I realized I'd be too tired, even if all I did was sleep in the evening, 6-6 about? I was feeling like kinda gooey from the fat, having had bacon each morning, about 5 pieces not cooked much, in a microwave. My brother was cooking that before we saw The Hobbit for a long time, the kind I didn't like, the thick bacon. I decided I liked what I'd been having, the maple bacon. I've been having a pack of 2 frozen deep dish personal pan pepperoni pizzas like 3 times in 2 days spread out. Why? Because I want to eat fancy food and my dad didn't get it so I hope we go soon. I guess I'm weaning from my previous diet. For awhile, I was having fancy so - wait, in my dream, the monsters were in like a cartoony moat with probably triangular waves elicited - so bad soup in a can I learned to dislike, having it a lot, like before when I wanted to get like turkey, potatos, etc., and eat it alone. So, I had the soup with sauced breaded frozen chicken, Tysons, which I know isn't really healthy, for some reason, the breading and something in the sauce and probably something else. With Triscuits. I had those a lot in college with cheese. Now, I'm having cheese well crackers with spread or sticks with cheese but am liking the spread cheese better, just want some without peanut butter, which I had in the mental hospital. Also, there's cheddar crackers with peanut butter. When I went to the mental hospital in New Orleans, I learned to like grits, and that's what I've been having with bacon.
So, I just got up and noticed I was more European, from eating the fatty food and having more tendongs going to the floor.
So, the kids were loudly rasping "Jolly Holiday" in a weird form that seemed like a combination of English Dutch and German Dutch, which I never thought of, though they were English, supposedly. They were holding like dark brooms with bristles. The girl was wearing the orange. I only noticed her mostly, but she was more European and physical.
Right now, I feel like the monster that was going to eat me, my lips sticking out a lot and kinda thick seeming from the inside. Also, I had 2 black therapists walk with me and asked if I wanted to go to Disney. They made it seem like an adventure. I said well I don't have any money, and they never really wanted to. 1 was about my age, maybe a month older or younger. The other was an adult with a girl in modeling. I've had other counselors here because of the mental hospital. The whole time, I didn't think about Disney, but I was at it, so I guess yea I mean I thought about it in that way.
I was trying to think of something, like someone carrying me, in the bed, and I was woken up and had to think of something more materialistic but didn't. My dad was giving me "new rules." Just to see him at lunch I think. He said I'd do something like weave poofy, dark things all day and then come home, but I realized I'd be too tired, even if all I did was sleep in the evening, 6-6 about? I was feeling like kinda gooey from the fat, having had bacon each morning, about 5 pieces not cooked much, in a microwave. My brother was cooking that before we saw The Hobbit for a long time, the kind I didn't like, the thick bacon. I decided I liked what I'd been having, the maple bacon. I've been having a pack of 2 frozen deep dish personal pan pepperoni pizzas like 3 times in 2 days spread out. Why? Because I want to eat fancy food and my dad didn't get it so I hope we go soon. I guess I'm weaning from my previous diet. For awhile, I was having fancy so - wait, in my dream, the monsters were in like a cartoony moat with probably triangular waves elicited - so bad soup in a can I learned to dislike, having it a lot, like before when I wanted to get like turkey, potatos, etc., and eat it alone. So, I had the soup with sauced breaded frozen chicken, Tysons, which I know isn't really healthy, for some reason, the breading and something in the sauce and probably something else. With Triscuits. I had those a lot in college with cheese. Now, I'm having cheese well crackers with spread or sticks with cheese but am liking the spread cheese better, just want some without peanut butter, which I had in the mental hospital. Also, there's cheddar crackers with peanut butter. When I went to the mental hospital in New Orleans, I learned to like grits, and that's what I've been having with bacon.
So, I just got up and noticed I was more European, from eating the fatty food and having more tendongs going to the floor.
Racial Desires & Dictates Meshing
It's funny you question "what" about me and don't know my true intent, supposedly.
Problem
So, I am being bothered, and like it makes me feel weird in certain body parts. This is rather constant. I feel as though I'm accomplished and being attacked for it. Also, why am I being told I'm tacky? I think things about the way my life was was tacky. Who do you think I really am? Does it like settle in with you, like the eb and flow?
Problem
I got annoying messages from Ellen DeGeneres. LOOK STOP. I SHOULD *BEEP* YOU. I think you just slammed in a hurt to my dad without a hint in a warning.
No one cares about your sensitives of your worth other than just that, no sacrifice in our lives.
No one cares about your sensitives of your worth other than just that, no sacrifice in our lives.
Problem
Ellen DeGeneres is annoying. She's participating in torturing me in private and then ranting on about how she's doing me a favor by being older.
Also, she's trying to say she has heritage where she's from and I don't, that because of where my dad is from I can't enjoy the benefits of what I've done.
Also, she's trying to say she has heritage where she's from and I don't, that because of where my dad is from I can't enjoy the benefits of what I've done.
YouTube Comments
YouTube - Ellen DeGeneres and Anne Hathaway - 12-17-2012 filmed 12-14-2012
Douglas Bubbletrousers 3 hours ago
in that new french name movie she gets her head shaved dummy. its in the commercials
Me
So, is she going to sing with Charlotte Church and Jackie Evancho? No pictures of these 2 together.
Like
Sharee Narciso 16 seconds ago
She's perfect.
Me
I hope she's very ver-sa-tile.
Guess there aren't many other posts, now. 8|
Douglas Bubbletrousers 3 hours ago
in that new french name movie she gets her head shaved dummy. its in the commercials
Me
So, is she going to sing with Charlotte Church and Jackie Evancho? No pictures of these 2 together.
Like
Sharee Narciso 16 seconds ago
She's perfect.
Me
I hope she's very ver-sa-tile.
Guess there aren't many other posts, now. 8|
Problem
Can you believe I still didn't clean? Looks like Ellen is quite different from me as far as where she's from, which I know is what makes you who you are, but I don't think she believes that and look she has a problem with it.
Problem
So, teens feel bad because they feel racist so they're not better than Johnny Depp.
*BEEP* Tim Burton you are so *BEEP* don't put me in the nigger boat with invalid associations of races. It's not true. You can't go making finite statements right and left and make me so mad I post a threat and then go back and make fun of me for it. Oh, so, other people will do it. Hm, guess you're just like everyone else.
*BEEP* Tim Burton you are so *BEEP* don't put me in the nigger boat with invalid associations of races. It's not true. You can't go making finite statements right and left and make me so mad I post a threat and then go back and make fun of me for it. Oh, so, other people will do it. Hm, guess you're just like everyone else.
Problem
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU IF SOMETHING TICKS AS SEEMING TRUE IT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S THE WAY TO GO
I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, MOVE ON
I SAID I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, MOVE ON
Problem
So, Ellen is bad, going back on logic of where she's from. It looks as though she didn't put her best food forward, morally.
Problem
So, Ellen DeGeneres coming from a backwards culture, she doesn't want to give to others. Well, I don't know what that's like.
Problem
STOP THESE MESSAGES I DON'T GIVE A *BEEP* ABOUT YOU
I don't care about Helena Bonham Carter. I should have a relationship with my mom when I see her. She's just afraid because she thinks being from out of the U.S. is all that and she's mixed.
I don't care about Helena Bonham Carter. I should have a relationship with my mom when I see her. She's just afraid because she thinks being from out of the U.S. is all that and she's mixed.
Problem
I don't see more posts on Ellen's site. She just rants and raves like a racist like Tim Burton, and now I can't post about her. What does that say? What am I supposed to do all day? You know you're wrong.
Problem
ELLEN LISTEN TO ME WHY YOU KEEP CONNECTING ME TO MY DAD AND SAYING I DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE I'M STUPID FOR MY RACE
Like, no matter what I do, she says I'm invalid. BUT I'M GOOD AND I KNOW ABOUT MODERN CULTURE AND BEING EUROPEAN *BEEP*
Like, no matter what I do, she says I'm invalid. BUT I'M GOOD AND I KNOW ABOUT MODERN CULTURE AND BEING EUROPEAN *BEEP*
Racial Jokes
Ellen DeGeneres doesn't really think, that is go through things carefully. I was joking about that once, and now she seems to have stopped and I don't think I approve.
I realized that people like her and Tim Burton want to joke around with people who think they're better than others because of race.
I realized that people like her and Tim Burton want to joke around with people who think they're better than others because of race.
Problem
STOP TREATING ME LIKE SHIT ELLEN I'M NOT MY DAD AT ALL YOU *BEEP* WHY YOU THINK SO I DO CARE THOUGH YOU CAN'T DO THAT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING I DID LOOK STOP ACTING LIKE MY DAD IS RIGHT TO BE SO CONTROLLING, I'M NOT EASILY CONTROLLED GOT SOMETHING TO MAKE A SOUND IN MY ROOM THAT ANNOYS ME NOW YOU ANIMAL
Problem
I had to turn
I mean the showtunes turned tino shotunes.
I had to put on myslippers
4:16
ELLEN DEGENERES YOU CAN'T DO THIS STOP SOMEONE GET MY DAD I'M A PERSON AND IF YOU DON'T THNINK SO YOU'RE WORTHLESS ALSO YOU JUST MADE THE m NOT CAPITOL
I mean the showtunes turned tino shotunes.
I had to put on myslippers
4:16
ELLEN DEGENERES YOU CAN'T DO THIS STOP SOMEONE GET MY DAD I'M A PERSON AND IF YOU DON'T THNINK SO YOU'RE WORTHLESS ALSO YOU JUST MADE THE m NOT CAPITOL
Problem
WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM MS. ELLEN DEGENERES? Look, I think I know about your culture as much as I should. Also, why are you so sensitive? Wow, now, you're gonna sneakily be annoying in some other way. It's so much fun to see someone as popular as you get beat down.
Problem
Problem
I had to turn up the volume of the Movies music, Musicals in the day, on that station.
Then, I had to wash my hands and cover my food.
Problem
Then, as often, when the mouse goes in the bottom corner, which I'm borrowing from my dad still, with a chord, the Notepad went down.
Also, I remember, I had to put my earplugs in.
I had to turn up the volume of the Movies music, Musicals in the day, on that station.
Then, I had to wash my hands and cover my food.
Problem
Then, as often, when the mouse goes in the bottom corner, which I'm borrowing from my dad still, with a chord, the Notepad went down.
Also, I remember, I had to put my earplugs in.
Problem
I was signed off the internet, as well. Then, a box popped up for my e-mail|IM. I also got another message about that.
Problem
Ellen DeGeneres is an enigma. I wanted my nose to be more stocky, but now it flares out. I think you could make anyone's nose flare out. No one cares about other races, like that. We're all born, and we're treated unfairly. I shouldn't have to connect with my dad more than other people, in ways I don't like.
Problem
I was also locked out of Ellen DeGeneres's site and found out I couldn't post so many posts on Twitter as an answer. I had to create a new password.
Problem
Now, it's acting weirdly. What is her problem? She is highly reactive. Or is it the people in the experiment, which I'm guessing I'm just being monitored. :|
Blog
I like Anne Hathaway, too.
When I feel better and maybe like taking a break from posting online, maybe I should get into her. She's like Audrey Hepburn, and Chloë Grace Moretz is like Julie Andrews.
Why are you finding me guilty for not wanting to be like my dad in every way?
When I feel better and maybe like taking a break from posting online, maybe I should get into her. She's like Audrey Hepburn, and Chloë Grace Moretz is like Julie Andrews.
Why are you finding me guilty for not wanting to be like my dad in every way?
TV
I just watched "The Ellen DeGeneres Show." I really liked Anne Hathaway, but I don't like how she thinks she's more white and more humble.
Also, I got annoyed when I heard my dad snore. My mom never pushed me to be with my dad.
Also, I got annoyed when I heard my dad snore. My mom never pushed me to be with my dad.
Problem
So, Ellen DeGeneres is not the authority. She can't say I'm a bad person because of the experiment.
Problem
So, why is my brother supposedly so strict on, and like why am I expected to strike out on my own yet am bothered for fun?
Food
I had Italian Ice. May have a Philly push up pop, should get more icy stuff at the gas station.
I feel kinda sick but not really bad from the pizza, not sure what to eat, shoulda had breakfast. I kinda don't feel like beef and asparagus now. Maybe the Chef Boyardee can of mac and cheese? I also have sliced ham and nice new bread...
Gonna start eating out hopefully 2-3 times a week at non-fast food places. I know I can walk to fast food places. Even if I go alone. Not sure if there's any places by the mall where I can walk. I'm sure sometime my dad would probably bring some home for me if I told him in advance...
I feel kinda sick but not really bad from the pizza, not sure what to eat, shoulda had breakfast. I kinda don't feel like beef and asparagus now. Maybe the Chef Boyardee can of mac and cheese? I also have sliced ham and nice new bread...
Gonna start eating out hopefully 2-3 times a week at non-fast food places. I know I can walk to fast food places. Even if I go alone. Not sure if there's any places by the mall where I can walk. I'm sure sometime my dad would probably bring some home for me if I told him in advance...
Problem
Why are people barking at me like I'm a tacky Dutch Chinese? Does that not go? I'm Chinese-Indonesian, 6-700 years old. You have to accept it and not be ridiculously jealous all the time. Wait, I just heard something, and it quite bothered me. Is that what you think? You can't like wish that I was like just Chinese or without European colonization. I know that maybe the Polynesians are jealous. It's just, well, that's that, need I go into an unnecessary topic? It's not enlightening in that way. How is Indonesia less white or too Asian?
Problem
So, Ellen DeGeneres does something pathetic to you if she feels corrected.
I wanted to make note I woke up and it was as though I heard noises at night that made my nose feel less protruded. I mentioned my butt at the store, how someone made it look slick. Well, when I woke up, supposedly, my eyes were my future son's, and supposedly they had a lot of mass of pressure and then they were just like "in" to where they were. Hm, I didn't do anything outright blunt. People just want to bark and say so. Go through the list therapeutically and see.
I wanted to make note I woke up and it was as though I heard noises at night that made my nose feel less protruded. I mentioned my butt at the store, how someone made it look slick. Well, when I woke up, supposedly, my eyes were my future son's, and supposedly they had a lot of mass of pressure and then they were just like "in" to where they were. Hm, I didn't do anything outright blunt. People just want to bark and say so. Go through the list therapeutically and see.
Problems
I'm not sleeping as well. My dreams are all like a series of battles uphill in my head. Ever since I hit my forehead on the bathtub faucet, which wasn't harder than other times. I'm considering getting natural sleeping aid pills at CVS. Maybe, I need to get a nice aerobic video.
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