"Where You're 'From'"

It's too bad, in a way, I lived in the New Orleans area.

I guess Tim Burton wants to say I'm not from there because I know his culture.  It seems I know it pretty well.  He can't accept that you can know both.  Anyway, Ellen DeGeneres "knows" the L.A. culture.

I wonder if anyone else was innocent and ran into trouble because of him.  I guess you'd forget that anyone would have to relate to me.  Hm, it's just kinda like well I'm not really the only person from there.  I thought me living there I could connect with people like Ginny Kopf.

So, something else interesting was after the magic I wanted to go back to New Orleans, from up north during the hurricane, so I could get in that ballet program.  It is funny that, I didn't quit college.  I just didn't want to lose my record.  I think my parents changed my life.  I guess I had fun up north, but my life was an experiment.  Sometimes, I experienced some things, maybe at least 2 I can remember or 3 magic things that probably "disturbed" me.  So, noises started to bother me after I stopped going to class.  Well, I couldn't read and didn't know what to do, but I forgot it and didn't care.  People acted like my life was an experiment, and it was to help my communication.  So, anyway, it's like I want attention, but this has gotten too far.

Why would Tim Burton be scared of Helena Bonham Carter and not my mom?

So, I am having a hard time feeling better.  I think I'm still young and learning and haven't reached my full potential.  People get mad to let it out when they find I'm interesting and won't treat me like I'm white.  D';

People want my situation to say it's wrong.  I'm getting suggestions from people from England who have immersed with other cultures, for some reason, it seems.  Heh.  I mean, every American had the opportunity to be European.  They just stopped and got mad at non-Caucasians who wanted to be European in the U.S.  It's a big issue.  I guess Asian-Americans like Pat Suzuki are an issue.  You can't tell they're Asian.  That's bad because it doesn't seem European nor very white.  I think that I incorporate it in an aesthetic way.  I get upset when people are like supposedly affected by problems I have, like if that happens it's like the end.  My dad acts like he's better, but he doesn't act like being European matters.  He didn't try to make me Asian.  He tried to make me ugly.  My mom took good care of me.  I don't know why she couldn't make me better after seeing people like him.  I'm not 100% sure that this is 100% sure, but my dad sure skirts around, himself.

So, I've been sorta cornered and put online and lost a lot of things.  I don't really just float the boat with people from England thinking they're from where I'm from.  I mean, they're not even from there.  ;D  They won't even talk to me.  So what.  I can get attention.  Nanny nanny boo boo.  Why don't I just *beep* them?  I don't know how to torture people.  I don't want to become something I'm not.

SO TIM BURTON WHY DO YOU DISILLUSION PEOPLE?  YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING AND TREAT ME LIKE A NIGGER AND WE'RE ALL DYING.  I DON'T HAVE TO BE JOHNNY DEPP TO BE HAPPY.  JEALOUS?  I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOUR DAUGHTER LOSES INTEREST.  I enjoy watching you, but I don't want to be told I don't know about the culture of where I'm from, like it's suggestive.  I'm sure there are kinks, but I'm pretty sure it's a good thing to be attentive.  I'm not saying something I'm not, just what I'm saying.  I'm not interested in being ugly or Chinese or non-white.  I don't really want to know who is.

So, I wonder why in Orlando people act like they're so nice to me but TREAT ME LIKE A NIGGER should I say GODDAMN YOU TO HELL YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF *BEEP*

WHY WON'T THESE NOISES STOP.  WHY WON'T ANYONE LISTEN TO ME.  WHAT SHOULD I DO KILL MYSELF?  CALL THE POLICE?  BUT YOU'LL FOLLOW ME.

Maybe, you don't want to include me, but blare the fact, Tim Burton "is already there," he's famous, he might be white, he married someone with significant Jewish heritage.  Well, he's not married.  I wonder what that means.  He sure made a project of something touchy.

So, does Tim Burton think I'm a fake and that my life had no potential and that I'm subject to the problems of my past?  Because others seem to have problems?  So?  What?  Do I just suffer?  I'm not even a person.

No, I don't like you hurting nicer people.  GO TO HELL *BEEP*

TIM BURTON WHY ARE YOU FLARING AROUND LIKE A MADMAN.  PEOPLE QUIT IT I CAN STILL BE A FAVORITE OF HIM AND GET THIS MAD.  *BEEP* GO TO HELL!

Oh, wow, let's see what this means for Ellen DeGeneres.  She's acted funnily since Kate Bush singing at the Olympics, a halfbreed of English and Irish who makes a hissy of it for others supposedly and she seems to not be able to deny that people are made to believe this, now..  Hm.  I will not accept this past with my dad overreacting to the n word thing and then saying it's because I did poorly in school.  Those are my grades.  He ruined my life or whoever put me under the experiment.  I wasn't helped in the right way.  It can't be impossible to succeed.  I'm 26.  I'm still treated like a kid.  I still like to feel like a kid myself.

Transfer

I guess Catholic schools were such an unacademic hassle that I'd shoulda transferred.

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TV Show Host and Cyber Media

So, Ellen DeGeneres won?  She's obsessed with iPhones|cellphones, showing pictures of texting, and now with video-ing herself when she goes out?  Okay, as long as you're not near where you live.

I was busy, from the area where she's from, had moved there when I was younger, and I didn't think to text to a blog, so much.  I didn't really leave the house all that much since a certain time since.  Also, Blackberry, which is what I have, doesn't have a Blogger app.  So, what I do is I now publish my posts from my mobile blog.  I saved the page, have to click to download it, then I go to another page and upload it, then I take off the option to comment (in most all cases, all so far,) and then I publish them.  There's a text in the post that says it was sent by so and so, AT&T and maybe Blackberry..  So, I also have to say I'm leaving when I'm home, now, started doing it on my cell phone.  Each time I leave, I post a link to that blog.  Wait, why?  Because I might exceed the limit of, around, 50 posts.

Let me get this, she's into texting and Tweeting..  F.Y.I., at 1 point, I used Twitter for fun when I went out.  I was never like a big Twitter person, but people like that my last name sounds like a bear and I am someone who is now active online with a long time of experience, considerably considering time itself.  I think I have 1 friend with a locked Twitter account.  So, about video-ing herself rather than texting, she didn't even post videos of her casually talking.  That makes for not much flexibility.  I know I, at 1 point, put separate videos of me not dressed up, "without makeup," though I used to not wear makeup so I'd look like a child or a boy.

So, there aren't an infinite amount of words.  I guess you could use Google Translate or learn Swedish.  You could use words like poetry, but that's not as infinite as the possibilities of Paint.  I like Paint because you can make figures that aren't so detailed and don't draw so much foreign attention.  Well, you'd notice things like what you eat, when you wake up, what you dream about.  There are lots of social issues.  For instance, you know that something will happen to Twitter, 1 post.  However, you know you can write long texts of thoughts incorporating a rather large plethora of activity.  I know I come on, and there isn't much to do.  I know there are lots of words out there that can be woven in.  I know there are more elaborate ways of speaking.  That's for certain, something I used to do a lot, like in school and e-mail and when I was writing in a notebook, which "wasn't very good."  Still, what more do I have, like that, now?  I took off the real world.  Something must have happened.  I thought it was not going to school.

Dreams

I remember I was at a class, reminded me of ballet.  I think it was like drama, too, maybe.  Something happened, something disrupted, and I think kids got mad.  So, I was going home.  I was with my mom.  It was at a community college, I think the minor, kinda fancy, goody-good one.  It was like a big, dim room with a mirror.  I had a certain relationship with the teacher.  She was kinda plain, with black short hair and light skin, small frame but not very very thin, a little stout but more thinned out, too.  So, I went to the other, big college, in the office.  I think I thought I was at the other college.  I talked to some people in the office.  I came in and ran into a lady who seemed theatrical, not very very healthy, a little fatter than my teacher.  I told her I liked my teacher at the other college but was looking to take class there in art, music, or theater, thinking of art|s 1st.  So, I flipped through a pretty big catalog.  I came to Ginny Kopf, a theater teacher, but supposedly she taught theater at the other college and somewhere else or other places.  There were pictures taking up like most of the catalog it seemed of her teaching, just showing some of her, noticing some of her face, not sure what she was doing, like playing in some big pipes.  Then, I saw like a medium-sized box with washcloths, kinda dry and wrinkled only folded over once.  It was for the college, like Toys for Tots.  Then, I saw another bigger box with towels folded and maybe hand towels and wash cloths, folded in the same manner but just there.  It was like she appeared there and said something about how she folds towels.  Oh, yea, and she only was teaching Chinese History at that college.  I had the idea I saw a picture of her face and maybe some of the top of her body looking down near where I read that.

Getting Down With Jews

I guess people in Harvard at the turn of the century didn't like what the Jews thought of them, sorta blew them away like they were dust.

I wonder why I can't get down and not worry about someone I'm related to programming me.  When I'm not around people I'm related to, I find that I'm around people who don't really have the same achievements.

I find that Ellen DeGeneres expects me to pick up after her.  I wonder who else does something like that rather successfully.  Well, the result is interesting.

tPatF

So, I was thinking, The Princess and the Frog was made for Ellen DeGeneres.  I was hoping it wasn't because I started online June 25, 2007.  I mean, other people from New Orleans could have also been an influence.  Britney Spears is another...  So, let's see, that's only 2½ years.  Did you notice that Ray the Firefly dies and that Tim Burton's son's middle name is Ray or Raymond?  He becomes a star.  I thought that would just be something cute but a little weird.  Maybe, it was the story.  I wonder where they got the art ideas.  I wonder if that's what art in New Orleans is like.  If you want to know, I posted some tracings of 101 Dalmatians.  They were enlightening.

I felt taken aback because I wanted to be physical like people I've seen born in 1957-1961.  I don't see why it has to be offensive.

If you were wondering why people tag people for like security even if they're unpopular it's because they're already at risk in society, highly, like personality-wise.  It's hard to say like I'm from the New Orleans area like Ellen DeGeneres because what more could you dream for?  Everyone goes to L.A. and Florida.  If I could only live in 1 place, though, that might not be it.

Why wouldn't someone like Tim Burton think it's best to reach goals, like have successful people from the same area?  I already realized, like totally, how special it was and how it wasn't what's important but that the nitty gritty is really some shit.  Well, for me, it is.  I don't really know what it was like before, but I liked high school.  I changed to public school.  I mean, I could find out or think of it.

Problems

What do you think about going through the mid-90s thinking things are okay just as like base okay, not really even how you're supposed to be, just getting by unnoticed?  How is that taking in something?  I know these are formative years.  I wasn't very awake until I finally quit gymnastics classes.  Then, I know school was hard, and I finally quit when I was 21.

Did you realize when you hurt someone, when the dust clears, no one around is gonna agree who was uninvolved, not responsible?