Showing posts with label Netiquette. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Netiquette. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Problem

Didn't I already make a blog post, buried somewhere... anyway, no one responds to this in my life.  I don't know about categorizing things like this.  So, I got mad, locked in my room, because of New Orleans and then Orlando, after Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, felt totally tortured, and e-mailed people nicely.  My dad rattled on that I called them niggers, like it mattered..  I think, 1st, someone stopped, or maybe it was someone else.  Well, I think, then, I got mad at a girl, but she was acting racist.  I know it's improper, and I wanted her to talk to me more.  I don't remember what I said, but I didn't say, "You're a nigger," or, "I'm gonna *beep* you."  I used to write more very, very detailed.

Oh, and no one would admit she was really being racist.  It was very contrived.  You know, they just rattle on about morals and being white, and they're part Native American indian, like Johnny Depp.  I might be.  Wow, but they don't really mean it but will rattle on more.  They're like balloon heads.  I don't think this is the right way to talk about something, but I guess we should have started writing sooner.

I don't know what about Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory directed by Tim Burton strikes a nerve with you.  You're gonna have to be taken in and realize this is your problem and that I don't approve of this problem, which I see in everyone I meet very strongly.  You'll just have to get out of my life, in this way.  Help!  Someone do something.  The police aren't listening.  They're invading me with messages.

Problem

WHAT'S WRONG?  I'M GONNA *BEEP* YOU ALL AND NEVER LET YOU GET FAMOUS AND HAVE FUN.  TIM BURTON AND JOHNNY DEPP HAVE NORTHERN FRENCH CULTURE, AND I WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME WITH THEM.

Ooh, did I strike a nerve?  Who cares about you?  You're nothing.  You're so sensitive to that.  You're just bad.  Stop acting like I'm too bad.  You're gay.

Being Famous

Did you ever think of what it would be like to post online a little sooner and have people all save a place for you?  I was hoping that people, lots of people, would find me, and I'd get lots of views and even comments.  The idea came to me gradually and under great control, though I suppose people could have issues with me.  I do feel helped by other people.

I came across some blogs looking things up and looked up another I didn't put on my list of people.  I understand that I don't know many good blogs and that others have, but I'm not sure how much.  I've seen some blogs that were kinda packed, but I wasn't able to really understand|get into them.  Not much, though, but 1 I remember concretely.  I knew the person, probably didn't contact the person, at least not by her blog.