Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I'm so happy

I'm so happy my hair is growing back in. I feel like me again.

Hey, for some reason my internet isn't working since I sent in a request for my old Google account to sign onto that IMDb ProBoard. Oh good, now it is really fast.

Still ... ah yes ... ... rearranging my room since I was ... 16? I wanna lie on my couch but know I'll have to restart when I wanna do online again, which I was just checking Alice in Wonderland,

Looking at myself in the mirror I can see I look thin except the shape and all at least having one though is not ideal, like I'm just some organism that looks like a human, like a robot.

So, yea, but I look a bit like a fat guy with a greasy skin flap of head. Hum.

I updated my profile. Before, I added that my race wasn't really English and all but English-Irish since it probably is though who knows. Why do I not seem that Irish? I thought it was true that there are people who are both really English and Irish, though it seems not to be unless you wish you were all one thing on certain sides.

Okay, so let me be reasonable. Having a place - where!?!?! Ah my finger is bothering me from slicing the razor.

Is it okay if all my family is happy about being Irish but still like the English. They think they're really German on one side and the other has Barrett as a last name. What does that leave me with but nothing but my mom's race, as well. How can my dad think he can have an annoying feeling over her and then get upset at me suddenly as well when nothing happened and I'm sick. I bet he wishes he could admit he had a problem. Ah my net isn't being reliable now for the first time. I hope my net isn't basically broken or that this connection could be that weak. It convinces me to somehow want to reach for a real computer to relieve stress. I guess not always that slow. So, yea, why do people act as though there's something with my mom as a race when there is not? Are they jealous of her not being American originally? There are so many ugly Europeans and they don't realize it. Like, don't you expect to see something that reminds you of a painting in some way or something that is rather jolly? Why are people all banning together and insulting ones they are jealous of if they think they have some different race when maybe just some people of their nationality or what have you appear different racially, whereas I can admit when it's just an attractive person who's totally different racially or seems different like an animal.

Oh no, this really is messed up. Gmail said it detects the IP address and a bubble popped up when I was closing the tabs on the window after I clicked to close the window. I feel as though I could like set up a computer, like it's supposed to be propped up on something sturdy. AH it happened again. Is this when life comes at me/you? So I got two pages to load up. Hm certain sites and things are faster, though. Really. Blogger is bad, but it's my net. I need to go to the store!!!! Oh well. I can check Alice in Wonderland. Okay, there you are. :) I'm gonna have to use the restroom and think about this. I just wanna go for my walk or go with my brother. I can buy like comfortable pants and a modest shirt, just to this store Dots. I can get a bigger drawing pad. I might draw today even. It's good for me, but I get snappy if someone notices it's just to build skill and I'm sick. I always criticize them based in art for it because I am a real person. I can't wait. I need to do something about my room, finish the books or something, too. I left my DVD out and my headphones thinking I'd go back out but maybe later then. Maybe another bath, as well.

Later? ... :) I'm not sure who all would be interested in my lame blogs, but they're pretty shitty because like I said if the white posters leave the colored ones and ones who are kind of colored do. I don't like it, but you gotta admit it. They resort to calling me something, though, every time. I don't like it. No one cares. They just get upset when they see someone's not popular for no reason.

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