So, why are you bringing up what I apologized for that I don't need to again? I just meant something else.
I'm tired of talking with you.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Wonder
I wonder why sometimes I forget @ ^the rules^. It's too bad I feel wayward sometimes. I did just change when I take my medicine for some reason.
Story
There was a fair maiden who was pricked with the evil pin, and no one would really ever forgive her. Now, she was of high class but wanted to move into the woods alone. Her mother whom she loved found out and convinced her not to. She sat looking out the window of the cabin with her loveable little sister. "Amelia," said the mother, "come here." She got a lecture from her mother, who was a stringent believer in good behavior. Then she went and picked up the little sister, and Amelia went up to bed in a loft.
Night left, and day followed, the next day. Amelia went to work on the family farm, her mom, sister, and her. She got paid for it, too.
The town was filled with witches. They all went to a carnival. Amelia talked to her friends, but they only seemed all to fun at her.. Her mother noticed, and Amelia wanted to flee from her. She was always complaining. Next, they went on a journey deep in the woods. Her sister was with her mom, and everyone was having fun but her. She was feeling a rush. She decided to run off a bit, found something to eat..
She lost her way back and no one would find her. She climbed a tree and sobbed to herself. Suddenly, someone was there, a nice guy. "Are you with the crusade?" she asked..
The man helped her down and together they found the others. No one was looking for her.
Night left, and day followed, the next day. Amelia went to work on the family farm, her mom, sister, and her. She got paid for it, too.
The town was filled with witches. They all went to a carnival. Amelia talked to her friends, but they only seemed all to fun at her.. Her mother noticed, and Amelia wanted to flee from her. She was always complaining. Next, they went on a journey deep in the woods. Her sister was with her mom, and everyone was having fun but her. She was feeling a rush. She decided to run off a bit, found something to eat..
She lost her way back and no one would find her. She climbed a tree and sobbed to herself. Suddenly, someone was there, a nice guy. "Are you with the crusade?" she asked..
The man helped her down and together they found the others. No one was looking for her.
Singing Okays
I once said I was better than Sarah Brightman as a singer cuz I saw I was being mean from not admitting the truth. I wasn't online.. I was nasty to someone I was mad at who was better than me as a person.
Anyway, why does she like being an offbeat and atypical?
Anyway, why does she like being an offbeat and atypical?
Saturday, March 8, 2014
More Apologies, of Course
I've apologized. Sorry for anything nasty that popped up. Sorry for the spam and to someone else the anger. I guess I wasn't feeling well. They have their own lives, I thought. I don't think I went too bad, just was being creative or specific. Still, sorry, should not have done any of this, am left with no BFFs, neither..
Sad and Mad
Oh no, what have I done? I just meant it seems that Sarah is a really good singer but not necessarily sounding racially superior all the time, like she turns off. I mean, it's okay, didn't wanna bring it up, but I think other people would find it important to notice, like she seems shy and inhibited is what I was trying to say.
I don't like things like this coming up. I've been told my held notes sound black, I feel. That's not nice to black people!
Think of a world where what I said was okay. I just meant a few parts. I dunno, I know there's more than what meets the eye. Like, my dad turns on to her in a different way.
I should not have said this. I am terribly sorry. Go ahead and whip me.
I don't like things like this coming up. I've been told my held notes sound black, I feel. That's not nice to black people!
Think of a world where what I said was okay. I just meant a few parts. I dunno, I know there's more than what meets the eye. Like, my dad turns on to her in a different way.
I should not have said this. I am terribly sorry. Go ahead and whip me.
Rant I thought of from IMDb..
What's the thing @ people born it the late 50s?? I will never bow down to teenagers in that way. Drew Barrymore could have been Ellen DeGeneres's daughter and Sarah Brightman. Now, I just have to see if we have to worry @ people born in 1970? They're pretty fast paced, though. I guess they think that there is a difference for people born after 1960 collectively as a coping mechanism. If younger kids get them, no reason we can't, and vice versa. It's just a fact you have to accept!
What do you think of..
Sarah Brightman? Unaccepting, pushy?
Well, if you like her yourself is okay but not just to steal her from other fans.
Well, if you like her yourself is okay but not just to steal her from other fans.
Like
I always feel lots of pressure that takes a great pain to wear off. I would have different problems, otherwise.
^Going Away^
I guess I will go away if everyone thinks I'm bad. I've been teased I'm dumb not to know that. Hm.. I don't start cursing for no damned reason..
Making Fun of Me
This is just leading me into other things. People seem to ruin my chances at life in Orlando. I have no privacy.
Problem
I don't like all these goofy people "admitting things" about me all of a sudden when I was treated with regard prior. Tim Burton can't save you now!
Problem
My mom is being really annoying in how she walks. I wish I could just have people leave me alone.
Problem
You can't compete to see how mean you are to me. You're all sick, and that's quite worthless.
Queen Esther
She was a normal Jew adopted by a famous man in the Bible as well named Mordecai. The king's wife was too show-offy and was naked in his presence, when even the wife needed special permission to be in his presence.. Esther was chosen as Queen. The king said she could have something and she chose to free her people or Mordecai I think. Not sure if anything else happens. Esther was her adoptive name as Queen.
TBH
I don't want my life to be looking behind my back as it is for things I think and hit. I don't wanna get mad cuz that will kill me. Veins can pop, and who knows what could happen to me.. a merry relief?
Upset
I'm not a real Fort Lauderdalian. My dad is from Erie, PA, and NY, and other places. I like those places, though. I'm not sure whatever .. could .. be .. wrong!
Story Time
There was a troupe of singing girls with a mama. The younger girls had to be careful. The older 1s were more adventurous and strangely therefore needed an eye kept upon. Some were 15 and thought it was old! They didn't have their britches about them, though, as you'd imagine. One of them begged their mama to dance oh so often. Finally, they settled in to a place where they fit. There were lots of people visiting in the living area, while some of the younger girls hid in their room. So, the mama person came in and picked the youngest 1 up and went to the drawing room where she tried to talk to her. Mama had secret favorites.. 1 that was pretty young and an older 1, too. The girl who was pretty young was Christina and she walked to the creek and lay with her fingers drawing in the water, waiting for a fish to catch. Some other lively girls came out, with curls in their hair and bonnets on their heads and boots on their feet. Christina was dressed as well. "Mama," said 1 girl. "Someone." A lady came and said, "What is it?" "When can we go to the fair?" She had freckles in her face looking up and sun bleached white highlights in her hair. "Very soon, my darling! Very soon!" Christina went in to change and got her dress buttoned up. She was only 12, and the youngest was 7. Her name was Bella, and she was a favorite, as well. She took her hand and they went to the caravan, where they waited for the others.. They made camp. Christina had to keep Bella from exploring, and she went and sat with her mama. "Ah!" Christina shrieked. She looked in front of her and loved wolves but darted back at the fire. The men warded off the wolf. They set a fire all around the camp. The men caught fresh fish. "Yum!" Finally, a festival by the beach. Christina explored the beach then came back to have fun. Christina saw 1 lady putting her arm around a 15-year-old. Bella was with some other girls her age. Christina sat on the shore of the beach. Eventually, Mama came and said, "Chris - ti - na," in a soft feminine voice, "What are you doing?! Ha ha!" She carried her away, 1st flipped her up on her back then .. There was another little girl, her mama picked her up and carried her on her breast supporting her legs since she could. The ride home was fun. The mama came and saw the boys telling all the girls ghost stories in the dark. Some were frightened and ran to her. They all went to bed. Finally they arrived back and life commenced as it had.
Quote by Me Now
I am not a sinner, I am a sin - but not of my parents
I have horns so "lookwhatIcando!"
I have horns so "lookwhatIcando!"
Inspired
There was a baby named Bella, and her mother was Sarah, a beautiful young maiden who lived among flowers and in town surrounded by farmland.
There is a girl named Christina, who also has a baby of her own, named Charlotte.. I just noticed the similarity in the names. Christina found it fascinating simply how much Sarah and Bella looked the same, really. Other people found it odd and strangely shunned away. Christina was allowed to enter their beautiful home, while her baby lay asleep at home in her crib. Christina went about, and someone started talking about them. Christina had no option but to listen and tried to ignore it when she was busy getting her food and stuff. Anyway, they said that Sarah had her child in sin. "What?" thought Christina. "I know that's the only thing they could indicate. Whatever do they mean, though? I think not! It's perfectly fine! Everyone goes off and marries and has a kid sometime, and she was married."
Christina walked home and sadly looked at Charlotte, wondering why no one cared.
Christina thought more about how rude those people had to be. People are always so rude or risque if they are good usually it seemed. She thought of old times in school with friends and courting, not much of which she did. She realized something.. She realized that some people based their lives on getting away from her because of her race having white Chinese, which was supposed to be accepted and for other things besides which are of little importance to try and discuss. Christina lay on her bed crying knowing Charlotte was even more of an issue and a real sin, perhaps as she was. She thought of other well-known people who ^used^ their kids supposedly really in the wrong way. They were bossy and got their way for being white. She still didn't believe the other baby to have any problems. She knew of the husband as a fine yet fickle gentleman, and the mother promised never to have another baby and keep this child forever, though. Christina felt somewhat orphaned. She went off to see relatives in the summer and was away busy with school all year, along with eating and drinking.
What did she think of most people when they did what they did, though? She tried to not care what other people thought. She retreated to her own world and for some reason went back to the issue that no one loved her, no one liked her, even a bit, it seemed. No one went to parties that she could attend. She used to look up to Sarah, but she retired to being a stay at home woman for the most part, like herself. She got the message clear no one wanted her and took Charlotte and tried to achieve her own fortune. There was another lady, too, though, who seemed to be up and down, fun like a clown. She wasn't mad but seemed like nothing was ever about her really and people didn't really talk to her anymore. They thought they had contended with her. She was most irritated @ how she got upset it seemed and people found out and wouldn't trust her, though they all had their issues of getting mad in public and in front of others. She could just see that no one wanted her and grew tired of having any interest and wondered if she also didn't matter in any way. If people were mad at her for being Chinese, it made her very mad and emotionless. She didn't act like she wasn't white|European. She knew there was some mistake. Usually, she'd have an answer. That answer was she was right all along there is no problem and that we can't all be robots all the time, no one is a symmetrical ^case^ of a person. She wondered if she was expected to support others who got something that they liked while possibly she was being used for some reason. She didn't know what all she could do to win the world. People said she messed up because she was part Chinese, and that was horrific and she decided to leave that city and put Charlotte up for adoption. She wasn't sure if that was the way to end it all and brought Charlotte with her, someone to guide and mold and give a little tickle to in the morning sun. Anyway, she would still come and visit but found a bigger city. In the new town, it was a fresh beginning with stuff for her to learn. She was sometimes violent as a child but not anymore. She had permanently worn herself with exercise. She knew of Sarah's family and felt that she insulted her child. She could not take "an eye for an eye." She wanted only pleasing things. There just seemed to be a line that was crossed, perhaps supposed to be an ice breaker of a twisted 2-sided joke. She just knew that she felt a sad, empty feeling that might not go away. She knew that she was not loved, and the people she knew knew that, too. In this case, it might be okay, but it seemed to trigger a response. It seemed that people wanted to punish her. Fine, then, that's why she left. It seemed that other people could be treated better and that more people would love them for it.
There is a girl named Christina, who also has a baby of her own, named Charlotte.. I just noticed the similarity in the names. Christina found it fascinating simply how much Sarah and Bella looked the same, really. Other people found it odd and strangely shunned away. Christina was allowed to enter their beautiful home, while her baby lay asleep at home in her crib. Christina went about, and someone started talking about them. Christina had no option but to listen and tried to ignore it when she was busy getting her food and stuff. Anyway, they said that Sarah had her child in sin. "What?" thought Christina. "I know that's the only thing they could indicate. Whatever do they mean, though? I think not! It's perfectly fine! Everyone goes off and marries and has a kid sometime, and she was married."
Christina walked home and sadly looked at Charlotte, wondering why no one cared.
Christina thought more about how rude those people had to be. People are always so rude or risque if they are good usually it seemed. She thought of old times in school with friends and courting, not much of which she did. She realized something.. She realized that some people based their lives on getting away from her because of her race having white Chinese, which was supposed to be accepted and for other things besides which are of little importance to try and discuss. Christina lay on her bed crying knowing Charlotte was even more of an issue and a real sin, perhaps as she was. She thought of other well-known people who ^used^ their kids supposedly really in the wrong way. They were bossy and got their way for being white. She still didn't believe the other baby to have any problems. She knew of the husband as a fine yet fickle gentleman, and the mother promised never to have another baby and keep this child forever, though. Christina felt somewhat orphaned. She went off to see relatives in the summer and was away busy with school all year, along with eating and drinking.
What did she think of most people when they did what they did, though? She tried to not care what other people thought. She retreated to her own world and for some reason went back to the issue that no one loved her, no one liked her, even a bit, it seemed. No one went to parties that she could attend. She used to look up to Sarah, but she retired to being a stay at home woman for the most part, like herself. She got the message clear no one wanted her and took Charlotte and tried to achieve her own fortune. There was another lady, too, though, who seemed to be up and down, fun like a clown. She wasn't mad but seemed like nothing was ever about her really and people didn't really talk to her anymore. They thought they had contended with her. She was most irritated @ how she got upset it seemed and people found out and wouldn't trust her, though they all had their issues of getting mad in public and in front of others. She could just see that no one wanted her and grew tired of having any interest and wondered if she also didn't matter in any way. If people were mad at her for being Chinese, it made her very mad and emotionless. She didn't act like she wasn't white|European. She knew there was some mistake. Usually, she'd have an answer. That answer was she was right all along there is no problem and that we can't all be robots all the time, no one is a symmetrical ^case^ of a person. She wondered if she was expected to support others who got something that they liked while possibly she was being used for some reason. She didn't know what all she could do to win the world. People said she messed up because she was part Chinese, and that was horrific and she decided to leave that city and put Charlotte up for adoption. She wasn't sure if that was the way to end it all and brought Charlotte with her, someone to guide and mold and give a little tickle to in the morning sun. Anyway, she would still come and visit but found a bigger city. In the new town, it was a fresh beginning with stuff for her to learn. She was sometimes violent as a child but not anymore. She had permanently worn herself with exercise. She knew of Sarah's family and felt that she insulted her child. She could not take "an eye for an eye." She wanted only pleasing things. There just seemed to be a line that was crossed, perhaps supposed to be an ice breaker of a twisted 2-sided joke. She just knew that she felt a sad, empty feeling that might not go away. She knew that she was not loved, and the people she knew knew that, too. In this case, it might be okay, but it seemed to trigger a response. It seemed that people wanted to punish her. Fine, then, that's why she left. It seemed that other people could be treated better and that more people would love them for it.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Issue
Why must I do something bad to do something good after? Think of how inspiring it would be instead of leading people into execution.
Long Facebook Post
I love how you have an official website. I wonder if soon all my activity will be plastered to my blog. Your website is so loverrly!
8I I am not a dreamer, but I am a dream ^chaser^.
You are very different, Sarah, I dream of meeting people, I dream of being a singer and dancer but am too old to chase a dream like that..
You dream of things like stars, an escape from the cruelty of the world.. I dream of privacy and being accepted by people, of having a successful career in something that changes people's moods and minds!
You have lived many a dream. You have met many people. I have experienced new things in my life all the time. I have experienced too much hardship and my own stupidity and timidity, a fear of what others can use me for, a nightmare that came true.
All people want to tell me is not to talk to you, not to talk to her, so on and so forth, just kidding.
You have done such a wonderful job on your year tour.. I am glad you are on a break and can seem to relax online even though you are a star and so world famed and loved and adored by 1 and by all.
Sarah, I have dreamed for righteousness and love only to find I am handicapped emotionally and revert to personal violence and outward aggressive behavior. I have to look around every corner..
Dreams can be shattered, but you dream of the stars above! Like a great dome.
I just wanted to tell you how much I have loved you and am ready to love you.. I hope my post was pleasing and thought-proviking
I hope my post was not too long, but I wish more people would make posts like this to you and learn to express themselves to both you and others they wish to speak with. Normal people who go online may talk to me on my blog or the forum I set up since it can be hard to keep track of comments. So, I just make this post to you in love that things for you go well and of course for others to read and enjoy, as well. :) Thank you so much Sarah for being there for all these people.. We all are waiting for you to do what you will do next! Though I know not what they know.
Just thank you so much and hope my post is okay! Beautiful site!
8I I am not a dreamer, but I am a dream ^chaser^.
You are very different, Sarah, I dream of meeting people, I dream of being a singer and dancer but am too old to chase a dream like that..
You dream of things like stars, an escape from the cruelty of the world.. I dream of privacy and being accepted by people, of having a successful career in something that changes people's moods and minds!
You have lived many a dream. You have met many people. I have experienced new things in my life all the time. I have experienced too much hardship and my own stupidity and timidity, a fear of what others can use me for, a nightmare that came true.
All people want to tell me is not to talk to you, not to talk to her, so on and so forth, just kidding.
You have done such a wonderful job on your year tour.. I am glad you are on a break and can seem to relax online even though you are a star and so world famed and loved and adored by 1 and by all.
Sarah, I have dreamed for righteousness and love only to find I am handicapped emotionally and revert to personal violence and outward aggressive behavior. I have to look around every corner..
Dreams can be shattered, but you dream of the stars above! Like a great dome.
I just wanted to tell you how much I have loved you and am ready to love you.. I hope my post was pleasing and thought-proviking
I hope my post was not too long, but I wish more people would make posts like this to you and learn to express themselves to both you and others they wish to speak with. Normal people who go online may talk to me on my blog or the forum I set up since it can be hard to keep track of comments. So, I just make this post to you in love that things for you go well and of course for others to read and enjoy, as well. :) Thank you so much Sarah for being there for all these people.. We all are waiting for you to do what you will do next! Though I know not what they know.
Just thank you so much and hope my post is okay! Beautiful site!
Ethnicities
Do you agree with letting others burst out in an English fetish in the states? I am suspicious I might like English. Who is to be discluded, I mean?
They blast out more than the English themselves.
They blast out more than the English themselves.
Plan
I guess I will do singing 1st and hopefully catch Ellen's show tomorrow. I just put in a load of laundry! Not much left.
Schedule
So, Ellen.. I have a support group once a week, which ads to the burden of my life and watching your show, but I'll be free by summer. Though, I am to work at the SPCA in April, May, and June, for volunteer, hopefully 2 hours 2 days a week. Guess I won't be going to Wet and Wild yet..
Problem
I don't like people putting people on edge all the time. You can just go to Hell. You say whatever you want, I'll respond. And no I wouldn't say that to 1 person, though unfortunately certain people would come to mind when called upon.
Weirdos
Why do you think that someone older you owe them something for doing anything? You're on cr***.
I know I'm being watched.
Ow, my right ear, but I almost hit water in 2 electronic areas and things.
Problem
I think I hurt my ear with the water bottle. My dad can't not wanna see my future son. I am white! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING. RIGHT NOW.
Things as Is
have gotten pretty bad.
I had a dream Jesus was pulling out the thorns from his head but no blood.
I had a dream Jesus was pulling out the thorns from his head but no blood.
What I Don't Like
So, someone can just go along with something for them that isn't right.
I can feel pain in my personal area. Pain in the form of a feeling but not just plain pain, pain that can't seem to go away, that just seems pushed like someone saying, "I hate you, I hate you."
I can feel pain in my personal area. Pain in the form of a feeling but not just plain pain, pain that can't seem to go away, that just seems pushed like someone saying, "I hate you, I hate you."
I just can't believe
all the crap in music that's out there, don't want to name all the people or anything, but I mean I also care @ what I put out there as far as singing goes. I know my singing is bad, but I rate it. It's not for sale.
What I Feel
I don't think it's right for me to really end up hitting things.. but no one will accept what I say. Like, I say they are wrong and they just won't seem to leave.
Music
Sarah Brightman Time to Say Goodbye - wow sliding the notes, my teacher didn't let me do that.. Think of Me - She doesn't sound white.. okay now on Blogger.. she is scared to feel, like Ellen. Time to .. tell Christina good bye
Lucky for Me
Time until I have something to do for my wounds to heal.
Also, I stopped following companies and put them in a Favorites list.
Also, I stopped following companies and put them in a Favorites list.
Problem
I keep throwing things and wanting to hit something. Some people had jogged by me.
You think you can control my life?
You think you can control my life?
Problem
Should I just go to bed or practice.
Also, when I post something something else happens and others don't care @ it and think it's due to me and funny.
Also, when I post something something else happens and others don't care @ it and think it's due to me and funny.
Also
Why can't I complain about my problems without punishments adding up? I know my life is shit for being mixed.
Losing Respect
Ever thing someone older seems smart? What if they are mean actually? This is some thing, not an occurrence.
What's up?
Also, what's wrong with my dad? He's so annoying. And if I say so he'll be more annoying. A lot of stupid things are being done.
This Is Where I Go
I am used to complaining about my problems constructively on my blog. Doesn't everyone have an outlet? What's wrong? I got really mad inside. I can't seem to help it.
Problem
These lousy adults are bringing in extraneous forces when I warned on it. Well, it also got me really mad. IT's being done repeatively. People think they found the real me at home not as good as in public, but really I am. I can complain if I want. I will never forgive.
What I Don't Like
I don't like when certain people try to teach me a lesson because they really treat me like I'm an adult and I'm good.
Feeling Bad
I got another message because I wasn't mum, done on purpose. My parents having access to my private life seems weird. You can all get to my private life via my blog. I didn't do anything bad, but they didn't like it and rubbed some thing in that may or may not be true. They are on my back. I'm also getting jokes from somewhere else that stay.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
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