Saturday, July 19, 2014
Weird
Up north, my body experienced magical things, and I saw some like Russian ladies and my hand cut where it would indent without feeling anything, though.
What do you think of how Americans
go all amazing just to like find out that they can't say yes to you about anything?
Being Mean
If you do something for someone else bad, doesn't that mean you bowed down to someone? This is a serious question. We only have 1 life.
I need to
polish up my voice to professionalism plus get it stronger by singing a few days each week..
I was considered
top singer. I could see it in their eyes. Everyone said I had the voice of an angel or academically seemed impressive or something.
So
If you wanna **** someone up is you older men and your precious daughter's things. Don't dig in and wrong me getting me to talk about it, too.
Do you hate me?
Are you avenging the girl? Because I notice some people care about others more than others.
Story
There was a nice but creepy manor at the top of Alaska. Some people lived there like Frozen in Norway. They were witches and warlocks, but they also had kids. It was funny, some of the kids were magical and beautiful, but other kids totally were nothing.
Christina was 1 of these girls who started out being totally nothing, 1 of the 1st. She was 30 years old. She still lived at home because she was a maid. Her kid sister who was now 20 named Bella Thorne was a beautiful magical witch with natural tight beautifully rolling curls of gold and reddish gold. Her eyes were turquoise.. Her skin was white, and her face sometimes flushed pink, as most any kid's would..
They were the only sisters, and the mother was Ellen. She was 50.
Christina was so lonely and pined for a bf. Bella would sit in her room and admire her dolls and post on her blog and with passes to good message forums that were publicly available for the world to see. Christina was like Cinderella with the personality of the opposing sisters, whereas Bella was like Little Miss Cindy but with the respect of a princess. Her mother was well-esteemed of the land.
One day, Christina was lying outside looking at the birds, and a man came up dressed in gold and white outlinings.
"I say there, how do you do?" he asked.
Christina looked up from smelling the flowers and saw him and said, "I'm well, kind sir, and what is to your likings?"
"I'm very well, they call me Josh Groban."
Christina stared and understood everything he wanted to say in a moment. She got up and took his hand, and he smiled.
"Sir, I invite you to some water from the well or coffee from the computer."
"I invite you to a royal celebration of wizards, warlocks, and witches alike!"
"I am not a witch!" replied Christina.
"Huh!" he said, understandingly. "I still welcome you to the royal celebration. There will be royal fairies there present. I would love to introduce you to high society." He smiled down.
Christina didn't feel safe. She knew it was a safe place and agreed to go. She went in and got dressed in her cream dress with buttons and a warm fur cap, tight panties to match, and matching boots with gold inscribed on the sides, something she got as a token to her good luck.
She arrived at the ball and saw many people dressed up well, different colors. Some had big feathers, all looked like royal witches. She found Josh and said, "How do you do?" He took her hand and she bowed and then she wandered around. Josh brought some guys to meet her, and they talked for a long time. Alas, the ball was over. She didn't see much of Josh. She went home, and she found him with her sister. Apparently, he found out somehow. She saw them go out together into town to do things more wonderful than she ever knew possible because she was not a witch.
Christina was 1 of these girls who started out being totally nothing, 1 of the 1st. She was 30 years old. She still lived at home because she was a maid. Her kid sister who was now 20 named Bella Thorne was a beautiful magical witch with natural tight beautifully rolling curls of gold and reddish gold. Her eyes were turquoise.. Her skin was white, and her face sometimes flushed pink, as most any kid's would..
They were the only sisters, and the mother was Ellen. She was 50.
Christina was so lonely and pined for a bf. Bella would sit in her room and admire her dolls and post on her blog and with passes to good message forums that were publicly available for the world to see. Christina was like Cinderella with the personality of the opposing sisters, whereas Bella was like Little Miss Cindy but with the respect of a princess. Her mother was well-esteemed of the land.
One day, Christina was lying outside looking at the birds, and a man came up dressed in gold and white outlinings.
"I say there, how do you do?" he asked.
Christina looked up from smelling the flowers and saw him and said, "I'm well, kind sir, and what is to your likings?"
"I'm very well, they call me Josh Groban."
Christina stared and understood everything he wanted to say in a moment. She got up and took his hand, and he smiled.
"Sir, I invite you to some water from the well or coffee from the computer."
"I invite you to a royal celebration of wizards, warlocks, and witches alike!"
"I am not a witch!" replied Christina.
"Huh!" he said, understandingly. "I still welcome you to the royal celebration. There will be royal fairies there present. I would love to introduce you to high society." He smiled down.
Christina didn't feel safe. She knew it was a safe place and agreed to go. She went in and got dressed in her cream dress with buttons and a warm fur cap, tight panties to match, and matching boots with gold inscribed on the sides, something she got as a token to her good luck.
She arrived at the ball and saw many people dressed up well, different colors. Some had big feathers, all looked like royal witches. She found Josh and said, "How do you do?" He took her hand and she bowed and then she wandered around. Josh brought some guys to meet her, and they talked for a long time. Alas, the ball was over. She didn't see much of Josh. She went home, and she found him with her sister. Apparently, he found out somehow. She saw them go out together into town to do things more wonderful than she ever knew possible because she was not a witch.
The Day
I came out ready for a good day. My dad seemed upset, and it got me upset. I told my dad to leave me alone when he noticed I put the dishes away roughly. I don't know what to do about this kinda stuff.
I am being told stuff that is special for me doesn't matter, at all though. That just means you'd be forced to meet someone and it goes wrong, like they don't even really mean anything.
I think the girl is happy it's over for me the way things used to be and thinks she deserves everything I have. The reason it seems so tacky is cuz she's the only 1 who does it, but I think some people or someone told her to do it.
She may approach me, but it's quite the opposite as to who took what someone else earned or in other words simply got and was okay with getting. I never said anyone had to not have part of a relationship to someone because of the part of my relationship. I'd like to know what's going on. I can see you like making fun of me saying all official I want to know what goes on like I have any business, but that's not what what I said has to mean and that's obviously not what I mean. Ya'll just candy coat everything.
Just believe this, I didn't come up and take what someone had drawing from them but preventing me from having any relationships nor normal conversations. Even the people in public who are nice to me are cast down. People in Orlando and, like, Ellen DeGeneres think this weird behavior prolonged toward me is civil and my life doesn't have to mean anything though theirs could.
Thanks to Tim Burton maniacs and disorganizers, people don't even think people like me have an identity personality-wise. Like, I was considered nice, but not everyone was. Why are these people suddenly telling me I'm not?
I am being told stuff that is special for me doesn't matter, at all though. That just means you'd be forced to meet someone and it goes wrong, like they don't even really mean anything.
I think the girl is happy it's over for me the way things used to be and thinks she deserves everything I have. The reason it seems so tacky is cuz she's the only 1 who does it, but I think some people or someone told her to do it.
She may approach me, but it's quite the opposite as to who took what someone else earned or in other words simply got and was okay with getting. I never said anyone had to not have part of a relationship to someone because of the part of my relationship. I'd like to know what's going on. I can see you like making fun of me saying all official I want to know what goes on like I have any business, but that's not what what I said has to mean and that's obviously not what I mean. Ya'll just candy coat everything.
Just believe this, I didn't come up and take what someone had drawing from them but preventing me from having any relationships nor normal conversations. Even the people in public who are nice to me are cast down. People in Orlando and, like, Ellen DeGeneres think this weird behavior prolonged toward me is civil and my life doesn't have to mean anything though theirs could.
Thanks to Tim Burton maniacs and disorganizers, people don't even think people like me have an identity personality-wise. Like, I was considered nice, but not everyone was. Why are these people suddenly telling me I'm not?
I know
Ellen is causing all this shit in my home. My dad won't stop, neither. He wants to pretend I am bad. I still can know people. No one cares @ the Nell Burton thing or anything. Why won't my dad leave the building? I feel the size of the top part of my arms too much. This shoulda gone to the negative blog, but I'm on my cell. Last night, they kept waking me up with clicks in my room. I was trying to think. My brother was being mean, like my dad. Why does Ellen leap in and do this like a leprechaun? Why are my arms set like Jackie Evancho's? Why is Renee Fleming being suggestive to me to take care of Jackie from PA yet stopped her interesting posts to me cuz I got upset on Twitter @ her being different I missed her on TV?
Story
There was a manor on a hill where Chrsitina Barrett lived cozily with her dream best friend, Bella Thorne.
"Christina!" yelled her mother Ellen. "Come down here, right now!!"
"What," came outta Christina's mouth.
"I want you to do the chores," said Mother.
Christina worked the kitchen, and her mom went to work with the other witches to save the world from being thrown away.
"Mother," came in Chloe Grace Moretz, who was only 6.. "I wanna play with you!" Her head was propped looking up, and she put her arms around her.
Ellen picked her up, and she brought her to work.
The kitchen was clean. It was so cold outside, and it was nearing Christmas. The tree was already put up.
Now, Christina was 28. Bella was 8. A rapping came at the door, and Bella had just come down. There was no way to see who it was.
Ellen got home, Christina had finished the laundry, as well, and she saw the note, saying, "Love, Josh Groban."
"Love, Josh .. Groban?" said Ellen. She put Chloe down, and she ran to play with Bella. They were great buddies.
Christina said, "There's no way for me to see who it was!" Ellen chased her down. Ellen went out and looked. She found him. She dragged him in. "Christina!" she said.
Josh came in, and then he said, "Bella!"
"How old.." came outta Christina's mouth.
Josh took off his hat looked around the house and said he was 18. Bella came down in her night gown, with glowing rocks. She was a witch like mommy.
"Huh!" She dropped her stuffed rabbit.
He bowed now. "I am Josh Groban!" He came and lifted her off her feet and suddenly she was outside in the snow, which was freezing, but her nightgown was comfortable. They chased each other around the Christmas trees.
Out came Christina, and she provided violin music, and celestial accompaniment filled the air!
La da Da da da
La da Da da da
Suddenly, dancing people dressed in patterns of candy danced, and the snow feel down in big white flakes. Bella continued to dance through them and Josh played with her.
Bella woke up, and Mom came in.
"Time to wake up, dear?" She put her hand on her head. "Today we go to the carnival."
The caravan was set up as old fashioned and accurate as could be, and all the witches and warlacks went. They set up camp 1 day. Off wandered someone's 2-year-old and Bella saved it, but after she found its mom screamed. "Whaaat!" Josh screamed. He was there in a flash. Everyone saw the white wolf. Bella fell over, and Josh saved her and they all secured camp and the men warded off the wolves.
At the carnival, Bella wanted to see Christina. They had Polish sausages, funnel cakes, and surprise, Christina worked cotton candy for 2 hours.
Christina didn't like the ferris wheel, nor the boat..really!
There was a tunnel of love. "Mamma, let's go there," said Chloe. In went Josh and Bella, and Bella was quite ecstatic, almost like a baby. Josh held her. There were toys from Russia.
Back they went, and Christina became an expert housekeeper, a young maid and still best friend of Bella. Josh moved in with the rest of the ladies and men there, and live was beautiful.
"Christina!" yelled her mother Ellen. "Come down here, right now!!"
"What," came outta Christina's mouth.
"I want you to do the chores," said Mother.
Christina worked the kitchen, and her mom went to work with the other witches to save the world from being thrown away.
"Mother," came in Chloe Grace Moretz, who was only 6.. "I wanna play with you!" Her head was propped looking up, and she put her arms around her.
Ellen picked her up, and she brought her to work.
The kitchen was clean. It was so cold outside, and it was nearing Christmas. The tree was already put up.
Now, Christina was 28. Bella was 8. A rapping came at the door, and Bella had just come down. There was no way to see who it was.
Ellen got home, Christina had finished the laundry, as well, and she saw the note, saying, "Love, Josh Groban."
"Love, Josh .. Groban?" said Ellen. She put Chloe down, and she ran to play with Bella. They were great buddies.
Christina said, "There's no way for me to see who it was!" Ellen chased her down. Ellen went out and looked. She found him. She dragged him in. "Christina!" she said.
Josh came in, and then he said, "Bella!"
"How old.." came outta Christina's mouth.
Josh took off his hat looked around the house and said he was 18. Bella came down in her night gown, with glowing rocks. She was a witch like mommy.
"Huh!" She dropped her stuffed rabbit.
He bowed now. "I am Josh Groban!" He came and lifted her off her feet and suddenly she was outside in the snow, which was freezing, but her nightgown was comfortable. They chased each other around the Christmas trees.
Out came Christina, and she provided violin music, and celestial accompaniment filled the air!
La da Da da da
La da Da da da
Suddenly, dancing people dressed in patterns of candy danced, and the snow feel down in big white flakes. Bella continued to dance through them and Josh played with her.
Bella woke up, and Mom came in.
"Time to wake up, dear?" She put her hand on her head. "Today we go to the carnival."
The caravan was set up as old fashioned and accurate as could be, and all the witches and warlacks went. They set up camp 1 day. Off wandered someone's 2-year-old and Bella saved it, but after she found its mom screamed. "Whaaat!" Josh screamed. He was there in a flash. Everyone saw the white wolf. Bella fell over, and Josh saved her and they all secured camp and the men warded off the wolves.
At the carnival, Bella wanted to see Christina. They had Polish sausages, funnel cakes, and surprise, Christina worked cotton candy for 2 hours.
Christina didn't like the ferris wheel, nor the boat..really!
There was a tunnel of love. "Mamma, let's go there," said Chloe. In went Josh and Bella, and Bella was quite ecstatic, almost like a baby. Josh held her. There were toys from Russia.
Back they went, and Christina became an expert housekeeper, a young maid and still best friend of Bella. Josh moved in with the rest of the ladies and men there, and live was beautiful.
Reaffirmation
I do want the girl to get to be talked to by the boy. I'll try to put up with his doing it around, too, tho.. It's a bit weird, but I guess. I wouldn't do it, myself. But, I mean, maybe he's better, at least in that way.
I'm sorry!..
..I don't mean any offense. Can you kindly prove your logic? I just did.
I am being told I am 2nd to someone else. I am being made fun of, whereas before I was not.. Something wrong. Just for saying disgusting ya'll have a hissy fit? I can see why. Well, things won't stay like this, so I guess your effort is in vain. You will not proceed to overtake my life. What do you do that is so much better than me other than like say your emotions being so advanced and put to the test and paid attention to? Do people have to balance out who they are or do I just have a brain stress? I believe I have a brain stress. I don't need no talk of things going in circles from the non-beach states, who live a different life.. There is no reason to detatch me from being a human being! D:
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I am being told I am 2nd to someone else. I am being made fun of, whereas before I was not.. Something wrong. Just for saying disgusting ya'll have a hissy fit? I can see why. Well, things won't stay like this, so I guess your effort is in vain. You will not proceed to overtake my life. What do you do that is so much better than me other than like say your emotions being so advanced and put to the test and paid attention to? Do people have to balance out who they are or do I just have a brain stress? I believe I have a brain stress. I don't need no talk of things going in circles from the non-beach states, who live a different life.. There is no reason to detatch me from being a human being! D:
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I feel a lotta ways.
I was wondering about Bella Thorne. It'll be hard for me to get the blood pumping through my head to post this.
In the movie "Blended," Bella Thorne was very tacky when she was in the tennis court dancing around. I know she found out about me, like being online and all, and she thinks, like a lotta people in a lotta situations, that she is doing something to get attention but saying it's tacky cuz she can't really do it unfortunately..) and saying it's tacky because of me. I believe she really had problems doing it or maybe people around her limited her freedom. She sounded like she had so much hidden in her when she spoke in the bathroom. Her voice was like magic bouncing around. You know.. I saw pictures of her when she was younger, and she looked more "normal" and not so different. It makes me think she got ahead for being witty and having racist casting agents. I wanted to be like attractive, but I didn't rush to the movies to do it. (I don't mean it in a bad way when I say the word rush and don't know what I should say to you. This is how I talk, and now I feel people are watching me.) So, she gets all this money and potpourri, and just because I'm a normal yet accomplished person otherwise, suddenly Tim Burton and others think I don't count.
What else? I said she was disgusting, and that's okay. It doesn't mean some perverted thing with 1 person who has a hissy reading this. It means something. It doesn't mean I deformed her face, and because I said that does not mean I did, neither. I meant she was being disgusting on purpose. I was on my cell. You didn't know I was on my cell, but I have an iPhone. Now, I lost respect for - I mean from - someone else. I have no relationship. No one thinks my life ever meant a shit like theirs. They proceeded to connect it to what else I said. I did take it back. What else I said was okay.. So, do you wanna talk about this? You don't call other people Asian. My dad thinks it's okay. I know what it was, though. I mean the reason. I'm not being mad, I just feel so sad. I even feel threatened sitting in my room trying to feel calm. We can't stop this issue, anyway, so don't worry about it. However necessary, this issue will fix itself. You can't wait for tomorrow to come, remember, somehow.
I thought a lotta other things.
So, this boy I am following now is reciting secret messages to me for the girl every day he posts. He seemed kind before, but he decided to attack me, like a lion. These messages are bothering me cuz he didn't do it before. Now, he's not on my side. This girl keeps coming up and ruining my life. She's fighting about attention from whoever, and others say it is okay.
Ellen DeGeneres is uncomfortable I cursed about noises in my room and yea who cares how she rolls? She is taking this way too far. I'm not cursing at her. I don't trust her intentions and think she is self-centered, a word that is allowed to be used, I mean she thinks she deserves to be attractive and we're all dumb, but I'm 1/2 Chinese too and my parents affected that! Self-centered is a psychological word-saver for not saying selfish in this case. Ha ha. I just find it rather entertaining. Her discomfort is not worth me being tortured by the secret noises. My parents bother me, too, though.
What else is there?
In the movie "Blended," Bella Thorne was very tacky when she was in the tennis court dancing around. I know she found out about me, like being online and all, and she thinks, like a lotta people in a lotta situations, that she is doing something to get attention but saying it's tacky cuz she can't really do it unfortunately..) and saying it's tacky because of me. I believe she really had problems doing it or maybe people around her limited her freedom. She sounded like she had so much hidden in her when she spoke in the bathroom. Her voice was like magic bouncing around. You know.. I saw pictures of her when she was younger, and she looked more "normal" and not so different. It makes me think she got ahead for being witty and having racist casting agents. I wanted to be like attractive, but I didn't rush to the movies to do it. (I don't mean it in a bad way when I say the word rush and don't know what I should say to you. This is how I talk, and now I feel people are watching me.) So, she gets all this money and potpourri, and just because I'm a normal yet accomplished person otherwise, suddenly Tim Burton and others think I don't count.
What else? I said she was disgusting, and that's okay. It doesn't mean some perverted thing with 1 person who has a hissy reading this. It means something. It doesn't mean I deformed her face, and because I said that does not mean I did, neither. I meant she was being disgusting on purpose. I was on my cell. You didn't know I was on my cell, but I have an iPhone. Now, I lost respect for - I mean from - someone else. I have no relationship. No one thinks my life ever meant a shit like theirs. They proceeded to connect it to what else I said. I did take it back. What else I said was okay.. So, do you wanna talk about this? You don't call other people Asian. My dad thinks it's okay. I know what it was, though. I mean the reason. I'm not being mad, I just feel so sad. I even feel threatened sitting in my room trying to feel calm. We can't stop this issue, anyway, so don't worry about it. However necessary, this issue will fix itself. You can't wait for tomorrow to come, remember, somehow.
I thought a lotta other things.
So, this boy I am following now is reciting secret messages to me for the girl every day he posts. He seemed kind before, but he decided to attack me, like a lion. These messages are bothering me cuz he didn't do it before. Now, he's not on my side. This girl keeps coming up and ruining my life. She's fighting about attention from whoever, and others say it is okay.
Ellen DeGeneres is uncomfortable I cursed about noises in my room and yea who cares how she rolls? She is taking this way too far. I'm not cursing at her. I don't trust her intentions and think she is self-centered, a word that is allowed to be used, I mean she thinks she deserves to be attractive and we're all dumb, but I'm 1/2 Chinese too and my parents affected that! Self-centered is a psychological word-saver for not saying selfish in this case. Ha ha. I just find it rather entertaining. Her discomfort is not worth me being tortured by the secret noises. My parents bother me, too, though.
What else is there?
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