Monday, September 2, 2013
So..
If you're actually wondering what I'd be like moving back to Florida or to L.A. I have been in Florida, but I got kicked outta a class with the teacher I like from California.
Reflection?
I guess I've been kinda good. I still have things from my past I've already accounted for. I shouldn't like sit here and hit myself in the head.. I dunno? I mean, no, I don't know who causes these things in the world. I mean, I know cursing is considered bad, but some people find it funny, unless you e-mail someone and say they're some bad word or something like that, some suggestion to them, which can be hard to know what it is. It's nice when someone somehow lets you know the barriers so you know what to do beforehand. Then, you might find people who don't remember or don't take it seriously. People really like to be martyrs and make as scene just to make themselves heard about anything at all.
Getting Back
Whew! So, am I still in trouble?!. What happened? Why am I supposed to accept being hit so much? Most people don't find that funny to tell them. Perhaps, whoever did it wanted my brain to be damaged.
You know, this problem started with the N word thing.
You know, this problem started with the N word thing.
Wonder
if I'm bein' good. I figured to let the dream be. I was supposed to expect some long punishment, but maybe I'm just not gonna get out. I find things to make me happy but not really what I want. I dunno. I wouldn't get that mad at another person who didn't mean anything, so I dunno..I mean I do get upset when people do mean something I don't like @ me, like getting close like they're stronger, which in some ways is nice but others not. :/ Depends.
Wonder
if I'm bein' good. I figured to let the dream be. I was supposed to expect some long punishment, but maybe I'm just not gonna get out. I find things to make me happy but not really what I want. I dunno. I wouldn't get that mad at another person who didn't mean anything, so I dunno..I mean I do get upset when people do mean something I don't like @ me, like getting close like they're stronger, which in some ways is nice but others not. :/ Depends.
Also
I don't even know where I am discipline-wise, like if I got mad. Hm, maybe I'll just go out and have my dessert breakfast, Oreos, alas. 8I
Nice, how I don't curse @ any form of a crowd of people anymore.. nor at anyone I can take advantege of.. What else is there! *D; Oh, boo hoo!
Nice, how I don't curse @ any form of a crowd of people anymore.. nor at anyone I can take advantege of.. What else is there! *D; Oh, boo hoo!
Another Story would Be Nice
I just had a hard time, like I were a polititian wiping my eyes at the booth or rather in a seat or at a desk.
My Night + Dream
At some point before I remember the dream, I heard a click of the power going off and on I thought like I was about to die.
I remember in the dream that 1st there was a lotta stuff, then I was walking with my dad but not like it was him and I wanted to feel m********ory and have him carry me, so I went on him. I ended up in some basket and asked him to put me in my bed. That does not make me happy because it seemed so sappy.
There was something else I thought to remember but seem to forget it.
Oh, and my dad carrying me was pretty clear. I felt for a bump and knew not were it mine own.
I dunno, I just had a feeling my dad followed me like any other parent and wants to feel on top of me like I'm shit.
Well, no, I didn't feel him holding me. It was just an excuse to think @ me like m********ing. Yea, I asked my mom to carry me and him when I was younger. My mom I could until I was 3 and my dad maybe turned 8 or 7, at the mall. My mom, after school and before that the beach so I wouldn't get my feet dirty and have to clean them. I knew I'd grow up.
I'll just kinda say that I am in an experiment and probably why .. thought I woke up in my sleep with a teacher and 2 students and the teacher was holding me. The experiment happened, and then that was like something I thought about, with other people, too. I went up north, and it became more real and I often felt like I was being held in bed by people I was able to make up, like a mother. Did happen with a thin dad but not like a kid. I did think of siblings a lot, too. I think I still managed the schoolwork until maybe my back lost muscle and I was in bed 3 days, couldn't do the music history class, came late after the hurricane, why I was there. I did like it a lot, though.
I feel kinda bad, I never wanted anyone to pick me up nor hold me. After that, it's something I am inexperienced with in life. I believe people should be held and picked up. I hope it happens even if they got too tall to. I would like to be able to be important, but I feel that is a sacrifice of yourself, like to have people like all of a sudden want me to touch them. I don't because I guess it'd be how I feel @ my dad. My mom doesn't touch me but likes when we hug. I think it is awkward. I just don't wanna hurt anyone. I have tried to be adult-like, but this is altogether very different. I sometimes ween myself from when I was a Music Education major for @ a year. I do feel very drained and thinner, like someone took a big straw, like in a cartoon of like Sponge Bob and sucked the curly looking goo in the cartoon outta me from the running, guess I was able to do a lot, yesterday.
I dunno, I'm too small to pick up a teen. I am gonna do more arm workout and am getting taller so can't be Tinkerbell in the Disney parade because I looked too chubby making myself shorter. They measure me and last time I popped my neck up with my head. I'm 5'3". Of course, if I could pick anyone up, then I'd feel like of course more comfortable to be physical with other people I see.
If you wanna get to the point, I'm not sure @ how Tim Burton these days would touch me. I liked him in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I know, have to go back and see him, liked him lately. I mean, he was more a public figure then. Johnny Depp, I dreamed he touched me, supposedly my dad did it. He rubbed by me, so hot! Ellen DeGeneres seems on fire @ being more physical with people who are more aloof in their relation to her. I know she had to hold onto Taylor Swift for a good job, and yes I did like it. I just feel I wanna like work @ a daycare, learn to touch people. I dunno what I'd say if there was a favorite way for someone to touch me, and yea I wanna go in hysterics @ the very idea.. I guess I don't feel comfortable being ugly and fat, not sure how I'd look otherwise, and have someone put their hand around me looking at a bunch of people or something.. I am not afraid to touch other people, but I don't much.. I used to think @ holding someone's hand, as 1 thing, but it may be overrated and not something you'd do long with anyone.. What else would you do? I like the idea of going behind someone and lifting them from the ground. I like doing martial arts on them, too. I could still beat my little brother after a year of college but not tennis ever I think.. So, like I guess just a touch works out or like at a certain time a long touch or putting your arm on someone in a different way.. hm hugs? How would my hug feel, dunno @ that 1 for some reason. :0 Guess if I was up feeling good. So.. There's so much I wanna imagine again, like the f***ing. The inevitably betwixt eyes. Me as a little kid! So.. I dunno, I think it was mostly @ the f***ing and the eyes. And the picking up and holding, which does begin to feel like at a loss and not really feel that great.. In real life, maybe I can make it happen. I have ideas.. Like, I need to present myself, fix myself, like dress up, that would make me ***y. Sooner or later, I need to get going. So.. If you read through the funny.. stories hope you found them amusing if not just wacky and perverted. The old 1s were better. I hid them in old blogs. It doesn't even say Story on all of them. I can't even find them, didn't save the reference. My new stories feel like a jellyfish ripped apart. :( Okay, so if I met Ellen DeGeneres, I dunno if she'd touch me on her show, I probably wouldn't even be in a role where she usually does. If she did maybe just put her hand on me or arm around me would be like my favorite. What about you? :) That'd be neat if you could meet her or like if she did something special with fans. She picks up kids, I know. I guess if you had a Tinkerbell on your show because they're supposed to be dainty, it would be funny and probably cute! What if I did that when I was some sort of public figure? That's what I wanted, to be a public figure. I never thought of picking up people until now.
Yes, I'd want Tim Burton to touch me, hard though to think what. I mean, right now, I feel overshadowed and I guess worried about the art or interested in it or something and the acting, such an experience I bet. I think he's not too sappy happy. I dunno, maybe he's a guy and it's hard to say. Yes, I dreamed he lifted me in ballet, students, and I did good but it wasn't too hard, anyway. I dunno if he lifted other students. Guess I was like the baby personality, like Baby Spice. I would like for him to touch others, of course. :]
I remember in the dream that 1st there was a lotta stuff, then I was walking with my dad but not like it was him and I wanted to feel m********ory and have him carry me, so I went on him. I ended up in some basket and asked him to put me in my bed. That does not make me happy because it seemed so sappy.
There was something else I thought to remember but seem to forget it.
Oh, and my dad carrying me was pretty clear. I felt for a bump and knew not were it mine own.
I dunno, I just had a feeling my dad followed me like any other parent and wants to feel on top of me like I'm shit.
Well, no, I didn't feel him holding me. It was just an excuse to think @ me like m********ing. Yea, I asked my mom to carry me and him when I was younger. My mom I could until I was 3 and my dad maybe turned 8 or 7, at the mall. My mom, after school and before that the beach so I wouldn't get my feet dirty and have to clean them. I knew I'd grow up.
I'll just kinda say that I am in an experiment and probably why .. thought I woke up in my sleep with a teacher and 2 students and the teacher was holding me. The experiment happened, and then that was like something I thought about, with other people, too. I went up north, and it became more real and I often felt like I was being held in bed by people I was able to make up, like a mother. Did happen with a thin dad but not like a kid. I did think of siblings a lot, too. I think I still managed the schoolwork until maybe my back lost muscle and I was in bed 3 days, couldn't do the music history class, came late after the hurricane, why I was there. I did like it a lot, though.
I feel kinda bad, I never wanted anyone to pick me up nor hold me. After that, it's something I am inexperienced with in life. I believe people should be held and picked up. I hope it happens even if they got too tall to. I would like to be able to be important, but I feel that is a sacrifice of yourself, like to have people like all of a sudden want me to touch them. I don't because I guess it'd be how I feel @ my dad. My mom doesn't touch me but likes when we hug. I think it is awkward. I just don't wanna hurt anyone. I have tried to be adult-like, but this is altogether very different. I sometimes ween myself from when I was a Music Education major for @ a year. I do feel very drained and thinner, like someone took a big straw, like in a cartoon of like Sponge Bob and sucked the curly looking goo in the cartoon outta me from the running, guess I was able to do a lot, yesterday.
I dunno, I'm too small to pick up a teen. I am gonna do more arm workout and am getting taller so can't be Tinkerbell in the Disney parade because I looked too chubby making myself shorter. They measure me and last time I popped my neck up with my head. I'm 5'3". Of course, if I could pick anyone up, then I'd feel like of course more comfortable to be physical with other people I see.
If you wanna get to the point, I'm not sure @ how Tim Burton these days would touch me. I liked him in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I know, have to go back and see him, liked him lately. I mean, he was more a public figure then. Johnny Depp, I dreamed he touched me, supposedly my dad did it. He rubbed by me, so hot! Ellen DeGeneres seems on fire @ being more physical with people who are more aloof in their relation to her. I know she had to hold onto Taylor Swift for a good job, and yes I did like it. I just feel I wanna like work @ a daycare, learn to touch people. I dunno what I'd say if there was a favorite way for someone to touch me, and yea I wanna go in hysterics @ the very idea.. I guess I don't feel comfortable being ugly and fat, not sure how I'd look otherwise, and have someone put their hand around me looking at a bunch of people or something.. I am not afraid to touch other people, but I don't much.. I used to think @ holding someone's hand, as 1 thing, but it may be overrated and not something you'd do long with anyone.. What else would you do? I like the idea of going behind someone and lifting them from the ground. I like doing martial arts on them, too. I could still beat my little brother after a year of college but not tennis ever I think.. So, like I guess just a touch works out or like at a certain time a long touch or putting your arm on someone in a different way.. hm hugs? How would my hug feel, dunno @ that 1 for some reason. :0 Guess if I was up feeling good. So.. There's so much I wanna imagine again, like the f***ing. The inevitably betwixt eyes. Me as a little kid! So.. I dunno, I think it was mostly @ the f***ing and the eyes. And the picking up and holding, which does begin to feel like at a loss and not really feel that great.. In real life, maybe I can make it happen. I have ideas.. Like, I need to present myself, fix myself, like dress up, that would make me ***y. Sooner or later, I need to get going. So.. If you read through the funny.. stories hope you found them amusing if not just wacky and perverted. The old 1s were better. I hid them in old blogs. It doesn't even say Story on all of them. I can't even find them, didn't save the reference. My new stories feel like a jellyfish ripped apart. :( Okay, so if I met Ellen DeGeneres, I dunno if she'd touch me on her show, I probably wouldn't even be in a role where she usually does. If she did maybe just put her hand on me or arm around me would be like my favorite. What about you? :) That'd be neat if you could meet her or like if she did something special with fans. She picks up kids, I know. I guess if you had a Tinkerbell on your show because they're supposed to be dainty, it would be funny and probably cute! What if I did that when I was some sort of public figure? That's what I wanted, to be a public figure. I never thought of picking up people until now.
Yes, I'd want Tim Burton to touch me, hard though to think what. I mean, right now, I feel overshadowed and I guess worried about the art or interested in it or something and the acting, such an experience I bet. I think he's not too sappy happy. I dunno, maybe he's a guy and it's hard to say. Yes, I dreamed he lifted me in ballet, students, and I did good but it wasn't too hard, anyway. I dunno if he lifted other students. Guess I was like the baby personality, like Baby Spice. I would like for him to touch others, of course. :]
Another Short 1..
Mamma was visiting Grandmamma, who had her hand around her, still strong and young. I went up to them and said, "Here's some berries." I was thanked and sent away, mamma pat the side of my leg swiftly and so off I went.
I went to play with Curty and her 2 friends over, who were 4 and 5. I had to come and help with the gardening and then the vegetables and milking. By the time I was done I was so tired and Mamma carried me inside. I went over with Susan and Mikhail, and we ate sugar shapes. Mikhail was telling Susan of how nice school was, for she had not been in years. She was to go back. School would not start until another week.
So, the next day, we went to a fair. There was a witch at a table which scared me, so I wandered off. Little Curty had to stay with Susan or Mamma and Pappa or Grandmamma who lived in town now. Grandpappa was off doing business.
I saw the ferriswheel, and it made me dizzy. So, I almost passed out but moved along. It would be my birthday soon enough, and I'd be then 9 years old.
I played some games and won some prizes. I couldn't wait until we went back to the woods of Minnesota because I'd have a room all to myself.
My favorite prize was a yellow teddy bear.
Then, it was time to start packing. We sold our home and had 8 horses lug our belongings and ourselves.
We got there. We even had a pool built in. I tugged my bonnet and kicked the gorund with my foot. We all unpacked, and I put Curty in her room, which was not really as big as mine but almost. She had a little desk with some books to learn to read sentences. She had just turned 4.
I did a lot of work, some doing crops, doing the animals, cleaning and mending. I stopped with an hour and a half left in which I played on my harp. We were deep in the woods and would have to make due. Lotta people had moved. It was so much fun taking care of Curty while Mamma was busy, too. She had a job of some sort, on top of what we do at home.
I brushed Curty's hair and pushed her on the swing, her curly gold head bobbing and blue eyes sparkling. She was ready for school and would have to pick at least 1 activity to keep up. My activity was harp and singing. Hers would probably be singing and dancing. I was also happy for the others going to school. Jammes also was adamant and Jamilee. I went outside again to run and play with them. It was time to go in Pappa said and we all sat around the table and we ate heartily.
I went to play with Curty and her 2 friends over, who were 4 and 5. I had to come and help with the gardening and then the vegetables and milking. By the time I was done I was so tired and Mamma carried me inside. I went over with Susan and Mikhail, and we ate sugar shapes. Mikhail was telling Susan of how nice school was, for she had not been in years. She was to go back. School would not start until another week.
So, the next day, we went to a fair. There was a witch at a table which scared me, so I wandered off. Little Curty had to stay with Susan or Mamma and Pappa or Grandmamma who lived in town now. Grandpappa was off doing business.
I saw the ferriswheel, and it made me dizzy. So, I almost passed out but moved along. It would be my birthday soon enough, and I'd be then 9 years old.
I played some games and won some prizes. I couldn't wait until we went back to the woods of Minnesota because I'd have a room all to myself.
My favorite prize was a yellow teddy bear.
Then, it was time to start packing. We sold our home and had 8 horses lug our belongings and ourselves.
We got there. We even had a pool built in. I tugged my bonnet and kicked the gorund with my foot. We all unpacked, and I put Curty in her room, which was not really as big as mine but almost. She had a little desk with some books to learn to read sentences. She had just turned 4.
I did a lot of work, some doing crops, doing the animals, cleaning and mending. I stopped with an hour and a half left in which I played on my harp. We were deep in the woods and would have to make due. Lotta people had moved. It was so much fun taking care of Curty while Mamma was busy, too. She had a job of some sort, on top of what we do at home.
I brushed Curty's hair and pushed her on the swing, her curly gold head bobbing and blue eyes sparkling. She was ready for school and would have to pick at least 1 activity to keep up. My activity was harp and singing. Hers would probably be singing and dancing. I was also happy for the others going to school. Jammes also was adamant and Jamilee. I went outside again to run and play with them. It was time to go in Pappa said and we all sat around the table and we ate heartily.
Coincidences
There was a movie out with a bear, and the girl grabs the older I think boy by the stomach in a movie I saw today.
Short Story Before Bed
So, Mmamma had to tuck in Curty to bed for she had not seen her in 2 months, stuck in a "Pre-K," harvesting and eating spiced veggies and other secrets. She was only 4 years old with golden curls. I am Mauricia, and I had been with Mamma for a long time, watching the men build new shops in town. I have an older brother named Mikhail. Oh, I am 8, and he is 16. I have an older sister|aunt Susan who is 15. I actually have a 7-year old sister with light brown hair and a 7-year old brother with medium brown hair. Mikhail had dark gold hair, and Susan had light brown|dark blonde hair. My hair is black. Mamma has red hair and freckles on her cheek..like Curty. So, Mmamma rubbed the back of Curty and eventually she fell asleep happy to be in town. I was closing up, while everyone was in bed but Mamma. I said, "How long until we go back to Minnesota?" He, he, he. *blushes* She said, "I plan to ask the other adults when we are to commence, perhaps in a few days we will start rounding up." I slipped upstairs, kissed Mamma goodnight, and stared up through the window on top of the cabin. Suddenly, the hairs on my back prickled, though I saw a bear or monster on the roof. It could not get in, though, for the window was made of strong glass. I knew Pappa was in bed now. I slipped outta my bed, not really thinking and went outside. I started to climb the roof.. I saw the bear and screamed. I saw Pappa and Mamma run out the cabin as the bear chased me. Mamma grabbed me by the stomach and cooled me down. I was only 8, after all. Susan was beside me and carried me off to bed, and I fell asleep.
Problema
They won't stop playing with me. What if Kate Bush is involved? This is pretty stupid and worthless.
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