Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Cool

"Ice Bucketing" came up?  White blonde Ellen is the only cool one.

New Year 2 0 1 5

is coming!

Off to

Neverland!

If I were an instrument I would be

an Oboe

Me Singing

singing is loud

Taking Time Out to Say

I find it to be that nothing will make my dad happy.  He he he.  Ho ho ho.

I don't know if anything will work, unless he just doesn't like relating to me cuza my race and being mad at me somehow because of it.

"People Who Don't Got What"

I'm not buying that crap that having an older dad means you don't got it.  That's perverted to use your parents as *** tools.  Build your castle again elsewhere, elsewise.   *BEEP*  I MEAN IT.  STOP SAYING YOU'RE BETTER, STILL.

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Keiser University

So, people would be more than happy to serve people who behave like me except they are not racially discriminated against and attacked by any type of person.

Update

I added  Me Online page.

Stuck in My Room

People think I'm messed up cuza that, but I just been posting online.

Cleaned!

Most of my main stuff is all clean.  I think I have another shelf of books backed in storage or so.  I have 9 physical self-help books and some electronic ones.  I put the physical books on my table.  Happily, that other table is clean.  I can do art n it.  The computer table's okay.  I just need the energy to iron and wash and dry now.  The iron is in my parents's bedroom, and they're sleeping.

Yay!  :D

New Year's Resolution - all I want is..

..well, I'd like more than 1 thing, but I know I will be happy if I can clean my room.  Other things may come along.  Like making moolah from a CD.

My room need to be pristinely organized, neat, clean, and a good feng shui.

Having 3 Blogs

I don't like it, but it seems it's what's necessary to do the operation.

I figured out something.

People with, like, Ashkenazi Jewish blood hate it when other people matter and just want the ***.  Others have hi self-esteem and don't put others down.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Going to Lie Down Again

I had a dream like I was backstage of  The Phantom of the Opera, like comfortable on some foam on the side.  During some of it I was to meet Christine or the Phantom, like I never had, though I did meet the Phantom and online Christine.  I was "with" other people.

Tired

going to lie down

I feel

a bit unsettled but that I will soon fall asleep.  I haven't been singing.  I've done some examination of conscience.  I wish it wasn't for me to sleep now.  Maybe, it's not, but I'm tired.

Nite Nite!

Time for bed, soon.

The Phantom of the Opera

Bye!  Be back.

Remember when..

..new Wal-Marts were still being built?  We trotted in excitedly.  Thee time was 1997 & 1998.  The magic seemed to die immediately, as we moved away in 1998 from Florida.

New Orleans.  I remember when.  Things now are becoming too tight-knit.  It's even worse than 1999.

2000.  The start of high school.  Like a dream.  Apparently, I was not on top of things.  I should have already started Talented Music, I should have been in Talented Theater.  I should have been on dance team.  In junior hi, I should have done jazz and not ballet.

What do I have now, college or depending on making a CD with my new teacher who is a producer?  I want to go to college if I make money from the CD, too, or try to get gigs.


Remember..  Try to feel it!

Why is everything for "the kids?"  If it is, why don't they seem to be getting a move on?  Why is it a constant battle?

Having younger parents and being born in the 1980s is lame.  It seems okay until people are born 5 and 10 years younger..  O God.  ;o

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