Saturday, November 17, 2012
When You Don't Reach a Conclusion, Do You Just...
When you don't come to a conclusion, do you have to do "some thing?"
Surrounding Someone
It's funny how people are aware of how they influence you a lot. It's funny they don't respond right away and help you get better on your own.
I was wondering, though, about me, as a person, because like I was thinking well other Chinese are white and such. I know kids like me but are treated more white yet are delicate like I was. (The side of my head just popped, literally, like really thick.) I'm pretty literal and to-the-point. 8I
I was wondering, though, about me, as a person, because like I was thinking well other Chinese are white and such. I know kids like me but are treated more white yet are delicate like I was. (The side of my head just popped, literally, like really thick.) I'm pretty literal and to-the-point. 8I
HELP
So, the only person I know who was famous born in 1962 is Jodie Foster, and I'm not sure what race she is.
I'm sexy and I know it!
Hey, howcome every sexy person is leaving me off? Why would I leave one sexy person for another?
Where People Are Going
Wow, I noticed that Ellen DeGeneres doesn't know where she's going. I forget.
Accomplishments!
Look, why does everything I want become tagged as the ideal for other, unaccomplished individuals?
Clues
So, if you look at my Flickr and probably lots of other clues, you can tell that things have been set up so that a message gets sent that anything I'm interested in automatically becomes tagged to certain someone.
Pleasure Against Others
Why do you think you can take pleasure against other people and then say your punishment was your failure|s?
Over Your Head
Did you ever think it didn't make sense that if you did something and something went wrong that something "doesn't work out?"
Let It Out
So, if certain people are mean, what happens to them? Just feel sorry from them? Time to let out what's really what.
Point
I can never make a point. If you so much as speak to me, you get in trouble. I'm not the only one who has a point.
Mixed Race, I Mean Nonwhite Race
Pretty much, if someone is mean to me - or underhanded with me - gives me less than the best total outcome, I am mad because of being mixed race and the results I've gotten from that in my life and being played around with and unable to figure out where I really am or should be now.
Well, from being a non-white race.
Well, from being a non-white race.
Question
Why do you question my worth? Why is it then that you do not others's? You could probably like treat them differently, rather than like appraising them for not being non-white racially.
Always Right
Apparently, Ellen DeGeneres thinks she's always right because she had white hair until she was maybe a teenager.
STOP|HELP
People are going out of their way to insult me and getting like really upset for little things I do that don't make sense and are unfair.
Dream
As some cars rode by, they reminded me of my dream. Ellen had these slabs of ice (glass) hold me up on a wall and watch me feel perverted but not in a like really weird way. Except, she wasn't really there.
Dream
There were these toys and one had really nice gold hair in red and maybe then yellow light. The toys alternated with gold hair. I picked up a male farmer and it stayed gold awhile.
Dream
Also, in the dream, there was like some kind of casual country music, and I was clapping like it was dirty.
Good Enough for Me
I just realized what's not good enough for Ellen DeGeneres is good enough for me.
Dream
So, I imagined Ellen was talking to me as figments of her present self around a big room with a screen projectal. I guess she was pretty much barking at me. Like, she was telling me maybe how to get stimulated and maybe how not to. So, she did something wrong, apparently, and was definitely going to the police, too.
Dream
So, in this big room on the floor, I put my hand out and felt a solid clear thing that was hard and kinda smooth yet soft. I put my foot out and it went through. I did this awhile, and eventually a big black police with beady kinds of eyes and a flashlight showed up like, "That was it."
Before
I guess from before, I imagine people thinking they can get me to get stimulated. Like, I'm not feeling so fit, and I clonk down, dirty for some reason, and I feel like a hand on my crotch.
Dream
So, I was pretty upset etiquettely.
Before, I was in a room like floating around imagining being stimulated by someone for some reason but not like a full person. It was pretty long. I was doing stuff before, and then I heard my grandma and great uncle and kids. I put my arm over my eyes, my puny, dirty, stinky, smelly, stenchy, arm, but it doesn't smell too disgusting.
Well, I guess I should figure out why this happened! I know before, I imagined it sorta and it became kinda concrete. I don't remember the nature of it. Ah, yes, I was awake and thinking of all the problems she caused me and imagined she like put her arms around me. Anyway, that was why.
I've become more solid, thanks to others. They related an excellent idea! 8) You should have a solid square sorta elongated triangulared curved inwward triangled face. Except, kids here in Florida go crazy, literally, and adults find it rather funny.
Before, I was in a room like floating around imagining being stimulated by someone for some reason but not like a full person. It was pretty long. I was doing stuff before, and then I heard my grandma and great uncle and kids. I put my arm over my eyes, my puny, dirty, stinky, smelly, stenchy, arm, but it doesn't smell too disgusting.
Well, I guess I should figure out why this happened! I know before, I imagined it sorta and it became kinda concrete. I don't remember the nature of it. Ah, yes, I was awake and thinking of all the problems she caused me and imagined she like put her arms around me. Anyway, that was why.
I've become more solid, thanks to others. They related an excellent idea! 8) You should have a solid square sorta elongated triangulared curved inwward triangled face. Except, kids here in Florida go crazy, literally, and adults find it rather funny.
Dream
So, I'm wondering why I did that. I think I just do it. It was a dream. I knew it was a dream. I knew I wanted to do it.
Dream - The CAB
So, there was like a thick thing you could drive with between me and the other person. There was a big layer of like barrier from front to back.
Before I Went to Bed
Before I went to bed, I thought I was able to be enveloped in something that I wanted to be enveloped in, like a machine. It made me mad, and it still does. So, then, I started like thinking of defending myself and heard some cars go by and started losing myself but not wanting to actually hurt anyone. I had gotten mad that someone wouldn't control their defenses as I settled down.
Dream
I had distinctly remembered some toys I may not have ever seen.
I also imagined I had a little strip of a machine that showed my classes where I saved my grades.
I also imagined I had a little strip of a machine that showed my classes where I saved my grades.
Dream
So, my right arm just got solid like the space under my crotch. Now, my foot is getting solid. Kinda, like it's giving me a warm tingly feeling. Like, it just got really strong and feeling. The skin is flapping and shaking. My heart just got hard like a pebble.
So, what was really amazing was that I was able to feel arbly and time what I was feeling with someone. It was so nice to get on the lap of a lady. I can't say it was totally satisfying. It was sorta faded by then, like a flash of images. Anyway, I was really warm and comfortable.
So, what was really amazing was that I was able to feel arbly and time what I was feeling with someone. It was so nice to get on the lap of a lady. I can't say it was totally satisfying. It was sorta faded by then, like a flash of images. Anyway, I was really warm and comfortable.
Dream - AH! HELP!
I was really feeling bad. I'm not sure what happened, but lots of people were attacking me, young and older.
So, I'll start off explaining I was riding in the police with ... okay, so I woke up with my head pumping but for now in a godo way. I was in the car to the police with Ellen DeGeneres. So, what was happening before I hope I remember. Before I went to bed, I was like thinking I was controlling myself being stimulated. I was able to imagine that she did something I did in a previous dream with Orla Fallon. I was in a seat next to her in a theater and put my arm around her and cuddled with her across a big seat. So, since she was being mean and it was her fault I went, I was hoping she'd put her hand on my back, but then she started rubbing it, and it made me like warble and sorta jump and she didn't respond but knew. She had a little girl with honey hair on her lap, and I was fine. She wasn't cute, totally, but seemed to have nice hair. I'm not sure what was up, but I kept imagine these feelings with my back getting rubbed. IT was sorta the silly feelings, like feeling dizzy but not feeling it much.
It was something I did. But it was the figment that was rubbing my back. I had exerpienecd these feelings, previously, but not from her, though probably partly from her and othersm though I don't know for sure. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I was really upset when I went to bed by like everyone but some little kids. I did want to do this, but it ended happening, like I did something that happened to me before I went to bed. So, somehow, I pretty much imagined I was getting on someone's lap, which I don't do much. It seemed kinda like her but not like feel like her. It did seem like her. I guess I didnt like this. So, she was still rubbing my back, and I guess I imagined eventually for some reason I was like having sex with her.
So, before that, I think I was thinking about other things.
So, this little kid came up to me and told me I'd be going to the police. It was something I did to my mom. I was in a big room full of kids. I was alone before or with Ellen. Or with others. There wa someone in the back of the car, like 3 levels, a reporter girl. So, anyway, I also woke up feeling like at my crotch that there was really something solid, and I still do. I think I woke up on her lap, though.
So, I'll start off explaining I was riding in the police with ... okay, so I woke up with my head pumping but for now in a godo way. I was in the car to the police with Ellen DeGeneres. So, what was happening before I hope I remember. Before I went to bed, I was like thinking I was controlling myself being stimulated. I was able to imagine that she did something I did in a previous dream with Orla Fallon. I was in a seat next to her in a theater and put my arm around her and cuddled with her across a big seat. So, since she was being mean and it was her fault I went, I was hoping she'd put her hand on my back, but then she started rubbing it, and it made me like warble and sorta jump and she didn't respond but knew. She had a little girl with honey hair on her lap, and I was fine. She wasn't cute, totally, but seemed to have nice hair. I'm not sure what was up, but I kept imagine these feelings with my back getting rubbed. IT was sorta the silly feelings, like feeling dizzy but not feeling it much.
It was something I did. But it was the figment that was rubbing my back. I had exerpienecd these feelings, previously, but not from her, though probably partly from her and othersm though I don't know for sure. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I was really upset when I went to bed by like everyone but some little kids. I did want to do this, but it ended happening, like I did something that happened to me before I went to bed. So, somehow, I pretty much imagined I was getting on someone's lap, which I don't do much. It seemed kinda like her but not like feel like her. It did seem like her. I guess I didnt like this. So, she was still rubbing my back, and I guess I imagined eventually for some reason I was like having sex with her.
So, before that, I think I was thinking about other things.
So, this little kid came up to me and told me I'd be going to the police. It was something I did to my mom. I was in a big room full of kids. I was alone before or with Ellen. Or with others. There wa someone in the back of the car, like 3 levels, a reporter girl. So, anyway, I also woke up feeling like at my crotch that there was really something solid, and I still do. I think I woke up on her lap, though.
Dream
I was in a class run by nuns where I chose a college major in Music Education. I kept leaving and coming back. I was with my family, I think. I was like relocating. I was in the car with what was Taylor Swift, who was a little huskier like me, a boy from Pennsylvania, and maybe someone else, a kid. I was showing them a collection I had of animations I made inspired by Tim Burton, on a screen, things I cut and pasted onto different backgrounds. We got out of the car, and I brought it. A stack of CDs and a 1 CD. This time, I asked the nun the difference between majoring in Music Education and Performance. Like, I was getting into like that Music Education I liked and that people did it for fun. She asked me my range. I couldn't test it on the piano and said it was F and low C. I had been warming up, oh, in real life and was cut off.
STOP
HEY! STOP! What did you do! Stop invading my privacy! (While I was typing the last message, just before.)
Bothered
So, I'm bothered. I said something, happened to do with someone, and then I said something that someone else would say in my place, but I didn't really mean it.
STOP
Look, quit criticizing me from where I come from with what I post online because I'm constantly being insulted!
Messages
So, why isn't Ellen DeGeneres very like ... like I get these messages when I'm alone, and they're flat out rude! It's not nice, and it's impolite... Like, I can't take charge of anything. Like, I can't belittle people at random, and others do it all the time around me. What if I have kids, someday! What's gonna happen to me!
Message
I just got the message that someone is pretty much nothing. I didn't get mad at their problem.
Mad
So, I was watching "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," and it seems my dad made her not be allowed to like me or else he'd do something to her.
Also, I've found out that they've put me out of the picture.
Also, I've found out that they've put me out of the picture.
Rejected
Ellen DeGeneres doesn't listen to me because I'm 1|2 Chinese.
Also, I'm getting worn watching her show every day, this season, but I don't think that's because of her nor anyone in particular.
Also, I'm getting worn watching her show every day, this season, but I don't think that's because of her nor anyone in particular.
Question
So, I noticed Ellen DeGeneres isn't really an open person. Maybe, she doesn't have all the answers, which makes her seem "too flawed."
Messages
I keep getting all these messages as a result of watching Ellen DeGeneres. I think it's clicks in my room and other sounds like gurgling people made under instruction of my dad.
She was more caring last season, but this new season she's the opposite. I admit she's more turned on. However, I'm suffering terrible discomforts. She doesn't seem to think things through comfortably.
Also, I noticed my dad isn't really always nice to people. There can only be a bad reason.
So, what's the big deal about posting your picture online and the city you live in? I understand Facebook promoted this. I know I don't go to dangerous websites, but I go to popular ones.
My dad doesn't need to be mean to people. I don't understand what's wrong with other people I know, why they can't contain their feelings and are so unsettled and inherently insulting. This is all just sin of the Baby Boom generation.
It seems that the pleasure of the Baby Boom generation has been apparently turned off. They are just there to provide the standard example. I know it's not real, but it could be. I don't know the cause nor if it's good nor like the real foundation for what's what.
So, I'm not like out to get Ellen DeGeneres. I'm mad at the cumulative messages I've been getting since I was withdrawn from college.
She was more caring last season, but this new season she's the opposite. I admit she's more turned on. However, I'm suffering terrible discomforts. She doesn't seem to think things through comfortably.
Also, I noticed my dad isn't really always nice to people. There can only be a bad reason.
So, what's the big deal about posting your picture online and the city you live in? I understand Facebook promoted this. I know I don't go to dangerous websites, but I go to popular ones.
My dad doesn't need to be mean to people. I don't understand what's wrong with other people I know, why they can't contain their feelings and are so unsettled and inherently insulting. This is all just sin of the Baby Boom generation.
It seems that the pleasure of the Baby Boom generation has been apparently turned off. They are just there to provide the standard example. I know it's not real, but it could be. I don't know the cause nor if it's good nor like the real foundation for what's what.
So, I'm not like out to get Ellen DeGeneres. I'm mad at the cumulative messages I've been getting since I was withdrawn from college.
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