Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Post I Saved From Awhile Ago
So, it seems that someone is so important that my life is like centered around this person. I don't like it when that happens to me because someone wants something from me.
A Quick Fix
What do you think of a quick fix?
I guess some people think what you see is what you get.
I'm not sure why I'm even going into this? Wait, I guess it is a question.
I guess some people think what you see is what you get.
I'm not sure why I'm even going into this? Wait, I guess it is a question.
Tim Burton's Lifestyle
If Tim Burton wanted to live life in private with his girlfriend, why bargain people out of others's? It seems like he uses his family as a tool. It seems like his girlfriend enjoys other people having a good time with him, though. I enjoy that a lot, as well. He seems to be pretty strict. I'm a pretty moral person, so I found it pretty easy to feel like I would be on his good side.
Others Being Mad
Did you wonder upon others's disappointments of you and have it mirrored to your own with them which makes sense? That's just bad, to me, and unattractive. It sounds picky and chosy, stuck up and snobbish. It might be coincidental, but it doesn't make you look smart to get mad in a complicated way and have it be okay just for you to do it.
Not That Bad
People are so overprotective of key other person. They use it as a tool for others to prove that someone isn't being treated too well and that they know there are other people in the world. It's used as a buffer. I forget that and get annoyed when I do something that's not really bad.
MySpace and Facebook
Isn't it funny MySpace and Facebook didn't become popular until my 2nd year of high school?
Must have been antsy about giving out class information, I figured. Then, it was a big thing and everyone was like giving out their address, overall.
Must have been antsy about giving out class information, I figured. Then, it was a big thing and everyone was like giving out their address, overall.
Dream
I remember I was in bed, thinking of something. Other things happened and in my mind.
My mom wanted me to get up, in a way. I think some people came in. They were like adults who were younger judging, maybe like what used to be 30.
Some boys or people saw me in bed.
It was like a hospital setting, I remember now. I was supposed to watch Logan's Run but was too tired, last night. I saw them bring in people from the hospital and I gaped at someone with a not too big wound bandaged under their heart. There were other people, too. I thought I would be brought into a hospital.
Someone else came and approved of me and we exchanged contact information. My notecards turned out to be used, that I have in my room, and I didn't go get the big colored ones. I thought I had smaller ones. I had some kind of paper with designs, maybe notecards, which turned out to be stationary. I started with my e-mail and MySpace and, remembering from something, wrote passages under each entry, not sure what, though, but it was like I did it, though I don't remember doing it. A piece was torn of the picture. The other person tore it. So, I started over. There was a paper with like purple and black checkers. I at first got one with red hearts in some kind of design, not to fancy. I picked out a fancy picture of hearts with things in different colors as a big section at the bottom. I don't know why the other person took awhile to write down like 4 or 5 things, while I was walking around, like looking for my stationary. It seems like, in the dream, it would be 5 minutes, but in reality it was 1 maybe. Also, something that almost entered my mind awake maybe during the day, when I made a card of my password to the community college, was a little upturn in the corner. It's funny the community college just changed from being called "Community" in the name to just "College."
So, the dream ended, probably, with my not finishing. The person was looking over me.
I actually slept enough tonight, not waking up in too short of intervals. I slept from around 1:30 A.M. to 6:30 A.M. I woke up again at 8:00 A.M. and slept until about 10:20 A.M. So, that's about 9 hours total.
My mom wanted me to get up, in a way. I think some people came in. They were like adults who were younger judging, maybe like what used to be 30.
Some boys or people saw me in bed.
It was like a hospital setting, I remember now. I was supposed to watch Logan's Run but was too tired, last night. I saw them bring in people from the hospital and I gaped at someone with a not too big wound bandaged under their heart. There were other people, too. I thought I would be brought into a hospital.
Someone else came and approved of me and we exchanged contact information. My notecards turned out to be used, that I have in my room, and I didn't go get the big colored ones. I thought I had smaller ones. I had some kind of paper with designs, maybe notecards, which turned out to be stationary. I started with my e-mail and MySpace and, remembering from something, wrote passages under each entry, not sure what, though, but it was like I did it, though I don't remember doing it. A piece was torn of the picture. The other person tore it. So, I started over. There was a paper with like purple and black checkers. I at first got one with red hearts in some kind of design, not to fancy. I picked out a fancy picture of hearts with things in different colors as a big section at the bottom. I don't know why the other person took awhile to write down like 4 or 5 things, while I was walking around, like looking for my stationary. It seems like, in the dream, it would be 5 minutes, but in reality it was 1 maybe. Also, something that almost entered my mind awake maybe during the day, when I made a card of my password to the community college, was a little upturn in the corner. It's funny the community college just changed from being called "Community" in the name to just "College."
So, the dream ended, probably, with my not finishing. The person was looking over me.
I actually slept enough tonight, not waking up in too short of intervals. I slept from around 1:30 A.M. to 6:30 A.M. I woke up again at 8:00 A.M. and slept until about 10:20 A.M. So, that's about 9 hours total.
Something Asked to Do
I still don't understand why someone would be mad at something they wanted you to do and can change and make things different, in a way they're not supposed to be, though the exact thoughts escape me..
Tweeting
Tweeting takes a long time. I miss the people I used to Tweet. I wonder if I should go back. I still Tweet sometimes.
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