Thursday, November 15, 2012
Dream
I remember the part near the end where I was supposed to look up and print a song that had 2 distinct parts on being happy or like walking. It was a song I supposedly knew. So, I remember I was under some covers. This lady, Ellen DeGeneres, put her hand on me and like sorta finger-knuckled me to get up, posing as my mom. I was rubbing her fingers. It was funny, supposedly I had literally imagined her like generously massaging me on the top of my back. I guess she was kinda mellow and caring. I did get up, right away. I was sorta on a machine that was supposed to be a computer. It had different like shelves where it opened more after the 1st 2 with certain options controlling what it did to like my website, that showed up on like an arcade screen. Also, supposedly, I had a nasty, little brother. Maybe a baby sister that was sweet and fair like Ellen.
Then, there was another part in religion. Finally, I was in the class. They proceeded to separate people into non-singing women, which squawked like me, Irish boys, and then the select rest of us, girls, to walk like along the road of a forest. The religion teacher was proud and protective sorta of singers because they had to be church singers, unless they were private prodigies.
The dream was pretty long with lots of people before. I called the little boy stupid for being mean to me and said other people were worthless and later said he wasn't. We were like at a store, like a grocery store. I sorta said sorry on the floor of the computer room.
So, I liked the part near the end before waking up where the lady was like poking at me with her fingers. It did make me feel in that area, gave me that sorta tingly, warm feeling in that area. Kinda nice, not too mushy. It was funny, the person left off sorta saying or thinking okay that it was funny I supposedly imagined her rubbing me. I had waltzed down the grocery store recently thinking of how I literally imagined things, covering things I really had go through my mind, more or less. I don't really do that, anymore, imagine things so much, but I probably would.
So, it was really mysterious when the person touched me. Nostalgic. Like, time to git up. Like I was a good person, though I was kinda in a rut. Like mentality and healthwise. I just hadn't made the right decisions and was not forced to live richly.
Then, there was another part in religion. Finally, I was in the class. They proceeded to separate people into non-singing women, which squawked like me, Irish boys, and then the select rest of us, girls, to walk like along the road of a forest. The religion teacher was proud and protective sorta of singers because they had to be church singers, unless they were private prodigies.
The dream was pretty long with lots of people before. I called the little boy stupid for being mean to me and said other people were worthless and later said he wasn't. We were like at a store, like a grocery store. I sorta said sorry on the floor of the computer room.
So, I liked the part near the end before waking up where the lady was like poking at me with her fingers. It did make me feel in that area, gave me that sorta tingly, warm feeling in that area. Kinda nice, not too mushy. It was funny, the person left off sorta saying or thinking okay that it was funny I supposedly imagined her rubbing me. I had waltzed down the grocery store recently thinking of how I literally imagined things, covering things I really had go through my mind, more or less. I don't really do that, anymore, imagine things so much, but I probably would.
So, it was really mysterious when the person touched me. Nostalgic. Like, time to git up. Like I was a good person, though I was kinda in a rut. Like mentality and healthwise. I just hadn't made the right decisions and was not forced to live richly.
Nighty Night
I'm going to bed, now, tired. Didn't accomplish much. Getting healthier. Liked watching Jimmy Fallon. Plan to watch Colbert.
Absolutely Beyond Pestered
So, basically, I'm getting annoying Ellen DeGeneres messages like as clicks and such in my room.
Ya'll are weird.
You all are just weird, think no one deserves to be happy.
Don't tell me that I have some heritage that's more corrupted than any other.
Fine, be sarcastic. I know that's not how things roll.
Don't tell me that I have some heritage that's more corrupted than any other.
Fine, be sarcastic. I know that's not how things roll.
WTF?
Look, quit being rude to me about weird feelings. It's rude! You're just being rude! Don't pretend you aren't. Just blame my dad. Well, don't listen to him! Don't you think the Bible says you'll go to Hell? Why can't I do whatever I want? You're just racist. You don't care about anyone.
STOP
Look, stop coming in and leaving me rude messages.
I just wanted the world to know I wasn't shit.
I just wanted the world to know I wasn't shit.
No Right to Be Mean
I know this has been said a lot, but I don't think it's right to be mean to me when you are nice to me sometimes. I know you ended it on that my mom is Chinese.
Disgusting
I'm not 100% sure who did this, but my right thumbnail popped out when I was in the car with my dad.
Hey, I was gonna watch some videos online, but you bothered me again. Leave me alone about hurting other people. Don't hypnotize just me to be ugly. Hey, leave me alone. Did you just tap into my left boy sack? Help! I'm no weakling, but maybe my life wasn't very encouraged.
You are evil people to conspire with my father. He thinks it's okay to be mean. He was being nice, but I don't know what happened. He got slighted one day, and I questioned him, after awhile. I know he doesn't like it, but it doesn't technically matter. Now, I lost his good streak. Thanks a lot. I wonder if it's from wanting to watch (or watching) "The Ellen DeGeneres Show."
Look, I didn't do anything. No one cares about how I feel.
I just got a really disgusting message...
Hey, I was gonna watch some videos online, but you bothered me again. Leave me alone about hurting other people. Don't hypnotize just me to be ugly. Hey, leave me alone. Did you just tap into my left boy sack? Help! I'm no weakling, but maybe my life wasn't very encouraged.
You are evil people to conspire with my father. He thinks it's okay to be mean. He was being nice, but I don't know what happened. He got slighted one day, and I questioned him, after awhile. I know he doesn't like it, but it doesn't technically matter. Now, I lost his good streak. Thanks a lot. I wonder if it's from wanting to watch (or watching) "The Ellen DeGeneres Show."
Look, I didn't do anything. No one cares about how I feel.
I just got a really disgusting message...
Just Being Stupid
I really don't follow Ellen DeGeneres's logic. I get these side notes. She seems to think she can torture people I look up to, like trash them, like other people will be convinced to. I wonder why that is. That makes me really mad. Someone do something. You'll all get tired out because you're not doing the right thing and are just being stupid.
Plowing into Things
I'm from Florida, and I don't think you can plow into everything and make it bad.
SUR-prise!
Why does Ellen DeGeneres like to surprise and hurt you?
She does seem to make you take things literally.
Also, shall I start something, how she's making me look like a nigger, or was that Jimmy Fallon? I just watched my ne video, and my eyes, getting bigger, look like a black person's, kinda like my mom's mom's. I saw a Southern|Eastern European lady on TV in a commercial, and the black people looked like they resembled her. I think she has mixed emotions how I didn't follow her on Twitter over the summer and didn't say so. I was following her a lot, before. I thought she'd tell by me not Retweeting her. I didn't like say oh follow me, but I cannot say that I'd flat out not beckon it.
She does seem to make you take things literally.
Also, shall I start something, how she's making me look like a nigger, or was that Jimmy Fallon? I just watched my ne video, and my eyes, getting bigger, look like a black person's, kinda like my mom's mom's. I saw a Southern|Eastern European lady on TV in a commercial, and the black people looked like they resembled her. I think she has mixed emotions how I didn't follow her on Twitter over the summer and didn't say so. I was following her a lot, before. I thought she'd tell by me not Retweeting her. I didn't like say oh follow me, but I cannot say that I'd flat out not beckon it.
Jimmy Fallon!
I just watched my first episode, full, of Jimmy Fallon.
I've walked in on my little brother watching him, as well as Colbert...
My dad also looks up to greatly and admires Jimmy Fallon...
I've walked in on my little brother watching him, as well as Colbert...
My dad also looks up to greatly and admires Jimmy Fallon...
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