Saturday, January 31, 2015
Story
for: anyone who is a good reader and can skim over this and is interested in the same kind of story I write over and over :D
There was a girl named Cindy Lou Whoo who was 15 years old. She had a best friend named Bella Yella and Chloe Grace. Cindy wore purple, Bella was in yella, and Chloe was in Green.
They walked on the grass by the clear water. They ran into a jolly ole fella named Phil Schmill. He was with 3 women, Roberta, Carla, and Tina.
Cindy, Bella, and Chloe all courtseyed. The adults said, "Rise." The girls were all 15.
Cindy stepped forward, "Will you be joining us on the sojourn and children's crusades?"
"Why, yes, dears," replied Roberta. Carla nodded, and Tina made a big smile.
Phil said, "Why, lovely, maidens, maidens fair, join us now for the county fair!"
The girls trotted off. Cindy had their money. They ate candy apples and then rode on the rides. They were looking for that one, that man in glorious attire. Finally, he came, a man of 20 named Petyr. He was in sparkling indigo and bowed low with a glow. Indigo children are young people I think who seem to have an indigo glow, "special" people like Autistics.
The next night, the girls were ready at the dock, and it was lovely. Cindy walked around in her Renaissance attire. She looked like a pirate's maiden cloaked in beauty. Younger girls came and played London Bridges in their boots and dresses of pink, green, and other marvelous shades. They waited this time by water at night, for the boat to come in.
Finally, it came in. The girls stepped on. On it already was a pirate named Jack Sparrah. He bowed low and greeted everyone. He struck up conversation with Cindy. He was probably 35.
Finally, the arrived at the destination. It was a tropical island. They set camp. They were there to collect fruit, study life, and sail off to yet other supposedly uncharted lands.
The next place was an island which was always night. They collected moon treasures.
Next, they came upon an island of aliens who were about to fly inta space.
Finally, they returned home, not much of a trip. They went back to buildings to live in. The 3 girls lived with other women in a big manor. shaped more like a castle.. They sat in their room and spoke, dreamed, whiled away the hours.
They went and sat on a bank with other younger girls. Cindy stared off into the distance keeping watch as they played. Chloe brought out the art supplies, and they tried recreating the scene.
They could stay there forever. However, they made a big caravan, much like the children's crusade, and off they went. Danger entered their land, so they went off. They ended up in a castle in a top room. They helped about the house with the children all cooped up then. It was as tho they were escaping from a war. The children grew older and left around age 11 to meet boys and be wed. There was 1 young girl who was 10 even. The 3 girls now about age 20 moved to Africa to learn about things there, met others traveling there, and learned so much about history/social studies. They were able to make friends with the savages and had fun being close. One little girl was so sweet and gave them a present of a craft of shells, like a display with shells hanging off the main section, which looked like a steeple. They gave her a hug and they looked at each other in assurance. They done some good now they think of it.
The End Again!
There was a girl named Cindy Lou Whoo who was 15 years old. She had a best friend named Bella Yella and Chloe Grace. Cindy wore purple, Bella was in yella, and Chloe was in Green.
They walked on the grass by the clear water. They ran into a jolly ole fella named Phil Schmill. He was with 3 women, Roberta, Carla, and Tina.
Cindy, Bella, and Chloe all courtseyed. The adults said, "Rise." The girls were all 15.
Cindy stepped forward, "Will you be joining us on the sojourn and children's crusades?"
"Why, yes, dears," replied Roberta. Carla nodded, and Tina made a big smile.
Phil said, "Why, lovely, maidens, maidens fair, join us now for the county fair!"
The girls trotted off. Cindy had their money. They ate candy apples and then rode on the rides. They were looking for that one, that man in glorious attire. Finally, he came, a man of 20 named Petyr. He was in sparkling indigo and bowed low with a glow. Indigo children are young people I think who seem to have an indigo glow, "special" people like Autistics.
The next night, the girls were ready at the dock, and it was lovely. Cindy walked around in her Renaissance attire. She looked like a pirate's maiden cloaked in beauty. Younger girls came and played London Bridges in their boots and dresses of pink, green, and other marvelous shades. They waited this time by water at night, for the boat to come in.
Finally, it came in. The girls stepped on. On it already was a pirate named Jack Sparrah. He bowed low and greeted everyone. He struck up conversation with Cindy. He was probably 35.
Finally, the arrived at the destination. It was a tropical island. They set camp. They were there to collect fruit, study life, and sail off to yet other supposedly uncharted lands.
The next place was an island which was always night. They collected moon treasures.
Next, they came upon an island of aliens who were about to fly inta space.
Finally, they returned home, not much of a trip. They went back to buildings to live in. The 3 girls lived with other women in a big manor. shaped more like a castle.. They sat in their room and spoke, dreamed, whiled away the hours.
They went and sat on a bank with other younger girls. Cindy stared off into the distance keeping watch as they played. Chloe brought out the art supplies, and they tried recreating the scene.
They could stay there forever. However, they made a big caravan, much like the children's crusade, and off they went. Danger entered their land, so they went off. They ended up in a castle in a top room. They helped about the house with the children all cooped up then. It was as tho they were escaping from a war. The children grew older and left around age 11 to meet boys and be wed. There was 1 young girl who was 10 even. The 3 girls now about age 20 moved to Africa to learn about things there, met others traveling there, and learned so much about history/social studies. They were able to make friends with the savages and had fun being close. One little girl was so sweet and gave them a present of a craft of shells, like a display with shells hanging off the main section, which looked like a steeple. They gave her a hug and they looked at each other in assurance. They done some good now they think of it.
The End Again!
Dr. Phil - Facebook
(response to fan)
My parents are mean to me, not me to them. I am like the parent.
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Is this just a post wherein "bad" poeple come up and say "hit your kids?"
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fan: To include the teenage years!!
me: LOL
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fan - just gave a presentation on this
(parents not caring about kids)
They think they are already good enough.
My parents are mean to me, not me to them. I am like the parent.
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Is this just a post wherein "bad" poeple come up and say "hit your kids?"
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fan: To include the teenage years!!
me: LOL
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fan - just gave a presentation on this
(parents not caring about kids)
They think they are already good enough.
"Piece of Me"
People in LA/CA must get really mad at "Floridians." Floridians unravel the truth but cannot come up with the wanted answer being so. People in LA/CA want the end result to be but can't find the pieces.
How will we fix this?
How will we fix this?
Dr. Phil - Facebook
(response to fan)
I don't really like most people, think they're just messed up. I was gonna leave, but I was told to stay and learn to care for myself. Yea, I wanted a kid so I could get a boy before they are all taken. Also, people put up tiny cameras and microphones in my room so they can watch and send annoying secret messages with little ticks. They control how things on my computer load, too. I feel it would be dangerous for me to be put in a situation where I am alone with that. I am stil catching up on rest and eating from college, too, and hope to make it as an actress to where I can support myself for now, at least. Otherwise, I should go back to college, at least get a bachelor's in what I did before or something like Communications, would make for a nice rising career..
I don't really like most people, think they're just messed up. I was gonna leave, but I was told to stay and learn to care for myself. Yea, I wanted a kid so I could get a boy before they are all taken. Also, people put up tiny cameras and microphones in my room so they can watch and send annoying secret messages with little ticks. They control how things on my computer load, too. I feel it would be dangerous for me to be put in a situation where I am alone with that. I am stil catching up on rest and eating from college, too, and hope to make it as an actress to where I can support myself for now, at least. Otherwise, I should go back to college, at least get a bachelor's in what I did before or something like Communications, would make for a nice rising career..
Getting Taller
So, I ate at the movies and later at night of course, and it got me taller! I felt a sense of life go back into me when I ate extra food. I did throw up some of it. I wanted more, too, of that kind of food.
Dr. Phil - Twitter
I used to look down all the time with everyone it seemed.
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My dad said the only mistake he made with me was he didn't give me enough support maybe. He informed me at 16.
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My dad said the only mistake he made with me was he didn't give me enough support maybe. He informed me at 16.
Dr. Phil - Facebook
My parents are mean to me now, and I'm 28. I actually do not end up rolling my eyes. Maybe, they got a little too close. What about all the people recently who had kids in their early 20s or before? I feel my parents "roll their eyes at me." If I get upset or think something the wrong way, at age 28 now, they will tick tick tick tick bothere me in my presence. They should not be in the lives of their kid after they are old enough to have left home or turned 18. The love is finished then, so why have them monitor your life then too? About the love, they don't think you're like a sweet 16-year-old, anymore. Maybe it's that Disney princess mentality and we know nothing other than that they are allowed to leave home by that age. If you mean before, I've almost rolled my eyes. It was interesting. I was able, because of my parents's proper rearing of me in this way, to not form a big habit of rolling my eyes. A lotta my life has been damaged by me looking down, however. I am sorry if I have a misunderstanding, but I find it an obstacle, it seems. I am pretty sure my parents feel so good about themselves because they are not heavily a mixed race like me. They seem to celebrate over me that they're better like that, but I still don't literally feel the love to be adament enough to roll my eyes even.
Other people, they seem to act like they roll their eyes a lot. It's not a nice habit. I do not listen to mean people.. who are in my life, but I mean I don't see myself roll my eyes.
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Parents gotta know their kid isn't better than the other kids, cuz the problems of life come when that's all that is hoped for with only 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. It's interesting some kids level themselves out so well self-esteem-wise that they feel like they "are something" and can make even a controversial statement of their life in front of their parents. I come home, and like I said to one lady on here, I used to ask them about having no friends and they acted like I didn't deserve it and had no advice. I used to have friends, but we moved from Florida. I didn't always have good friends in where all we lived in Florida. I didn't feel washed up, tho. My dad said he did everything right to himself have helped raise me except "maybe I didn't give you enough support." I find that suggestive now I think of it. It's funny to me, too. My mom stopped touching me when I was 9, had quit gymnastics I know, don't know why, maybe not exciting when she does at that point with a little brother who wants attention, but still. I started not wanting my dad to touch me. My parents pretty much get dinner and things together and we eat and not much interaction took place. These days, they are all at it in secret message, now that I think of it. My mom was into helping me get into college after my dad or aunt had me placed in a mental hospital probably because I was secretly sad I lost my 4.0. She was at me like moms today are with their teens my last year and a half of college. She got me into an arts school and got me to host a foreign exchange student (3/4 French from Germany.) My mom got me off on the right foot, but for some reason I was kicked outta my major after a year in college. I didn't memorize my piece cuz they added Music History. They said it was for being shy, tho. This didn't happen to others. I am sorry if my post is not well put together. I am actually in a good mood from last night. So, I hope people have a good time with parents supporting kids. I hope my post is okay, see not many long responses yet. :) Guess this topic hit home.
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(response to fan)
I have a psychiatrist, but he's not successfully suportive. It's the opposite with me and health professionals. Glad yours is.
Other people, they seem to act like they roll their eyes a lot. It's not a nice habit. I do not listen to mean people.. who are in my life, but I mean I don't see myself roll my eyes.
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Parents gotta know their kid isn't better than the other kids, cuz the problems of life come when that's all that is hoped for with only 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. It's interesting some kids level themselves out so well self-esteem-wise that they feel like they "are something" and can make even a controversial statement of their life in front of their parents. I come home, and like I said to one lady on here, I used to ask them about having no friends and they acted like I didn't deserve it and had no advice. I used to have friends, but we moved from Florida. I didn't always have good friends in where all we lived in Florida. I didn't feel washed up, tho. My dad said he did everything right to himself have helped raise me except "maybe I didn't give you enough support." I find that suggestive now I think of it. It's funny to me, too. My mom stopped touching me when I was 9, had quit gymnastics I know, don't know why, maybe not exciting when she does at that point with a little brother who wants attention, but still. I started not wanting my dad to touch me. My parents pretty much get dinner and things together and we eat and not much interaction took place. These days, they are all at it in secret message, now that I think of it. My mom was into helping me get into college after my dad or aunt had me placed in a mental hospital probably because I was secretly sad I lost my 4.0. She was at me like moms today are with their teens my last year and a half of college. She got me into an arts school and got me to host a foreign exchange student (3/4 French from Germany.) My mom got me off on the right foot, but for some reason I was kicked outta my major after a year in college. I didn't memorize my piece cuz they added Music History. They said it was for being shy, tho. This didn't happen to others. I am sorry if my post is not well put together. I am actually in a good mood from last night. So, I hope people have a good time with parents supporting kids. I hope my post is okay, see not many long responses yet. :) Guess this topic hit home.
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(response to fan)
I have a psychiatrist, but he's not successfully suportive. It's the opposite with me and health professionals. Glad yours is.
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