Showing posts with label Little Brother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Brother. Show all posts

Monday, March 4, 2013

Decisions Decisions

So, my parents are leaving tomorrow @ 4 to visit my grandma at my aunt's on the way to Gainesville until Wednesday.  I just am too tired to even visit..  I do want to see a movie I missed, maybe will see it in 2 weeks or pile up?

My brother is going to where he's going to college until Friday, I think..

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Breakfast

Liverwurst
Leftover Pizza from a Frozen Pack of 4, Pepperoni, want the healthy kind, have to ask my dad, again, for the kind in the orange box

Gotta go to the bathroom and what change my clothes?  My brother isn't here.  Wonder if I'll clean tonight.

Y

Why do bad people make a fuss when they see another attractive person?  I mean, before my brother was born, though, I remember my head was shaped a bit funnily but better than his.  Why would I be my brother?  I mean, why isn't anyone else jealous?

Friday, March 1, 2013

Poofed Out

I'm poofed out?..

I just cleaned the bathroom for my brother.  Put in new toilet drops, haven't had them in awhile.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Problems

So, these gay farts born in the mid 40s think that they said like okay it's your choice to be quality old-fashioned European.  Now, like, they just flubbed up.  Wow, what a big deal over nothing.  Talk about power at the wheel.

I got another idea that Ginny is riding along the idea I'm like my little brother.  That's totally Hellenistic.  Let's make my dad his dead brothers.  Come on, you nigger.  You dumb fuck.

What else?  I got some violent thoughts @ Lily Rose.  I got the idea she's communicated with people who know me.. and put that picture up to say that I was old like my dad and my relations go in that way to someone who is racist against me.  They worsened as my mom like chimed in, supposedly under influence of my dad.  She would get mad at these thoughts, but I mean she just gets mad if she sees me thinking mad things about her because I can't help it.  I don't know what she does when I thought of things like that.  I'm grown up, now, so it doesn't matter.  She might see there is a reason and I don't mean it and it might be other people's faults.  I didn't want to.  I finally felt theraputic and calmed down, but then my mom made me mad again by thinking it was a joke like Ellen.

Hey, why is Ginny so flippant and intent on making other successful people feel like crap?  That's no one's fault Ginny.  I don't feel sorry for the likes of you in Florida..  What the fuck is your problem?  I wonder if she is on Facebook and blocked me.  She doesn't have many new friends.  I could ask her after class.. you know, she rushes after class, but I hope it's not because of Facebook.  She can teach me once a week.  Why does she bother talking to anyone, that goddamn nigger.  Why don't we just **** her?

What's this sentiment I sound like my little brother when talking about shit like Lily Rose and "Órla" "Karron" "Fallon."  Also, stop saying I offended you by not being as ***y as my mom because her race isn't white.  What's this shit with my dad now?  I thought that was settled, you goddamn nigger.

Dream

It's hard to remember.  I was in this place.  I went on a ride, like in a big mall.  1st, we were eating something like slush, then something else, and maybe cotton candy.  We went to sit on the knee of a more gaunt but a bit blubbery yet more sharp lady, the little kids stayed, you know sorta stronger kids around age 4 maybe, but I told my brother to save me a space because I had to go to the bathroom.  I ran to this store and asked but didn't see it.  I ran and asked a handsome, quirky policeman, you know, like a guy from Atlanta.. and he told me to go to a certain corner, looked like a hotel with people coming from up north, but I didn't see it.  I ran back.

Then, I was about to audition and was thinking of Céline Dion, 2 pictures when she was little, and it made me think she was more like compiledly built then that she was hollow.  It made me get a sorta tingly shaped stimulated feeling and I couldn't get it back.  I don't know why.  I kept trying to think of it.  Then, I imagined it was my aunt whose lap I was on for a long time.  Her daughter was there.  I thought this was real becuase I wanted to m*********.  She just swept me over to another room and left me there, I guess so I could m*********.  I had a hard time.  I guess I woke up soon and realized it wasn't real.  I was hoping I was alone in this big hotel room with like a big, feathery goose bed.  It had different compartments jutting out and a big master bedroom.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Just Woke Up

Guess I slept for 13½ hours.  I woke up once to go to the bathroom and soon after was in bed I think.  I remember my dream buying pizza and walking out and walking back in and paying.  Then I went to 2 places that sold candy and relatively good sweets, reminds me of the bake sales at the cc.  I went in with my mom and brother.  At 1 place before I was with them I accidentally found I opened a long stick of marshmallow covered in chocolate.  I got the good thin piece of cake that was left.  I saw, too, like a $5 monstrous chocolate cupcake with lots of chocolate frosting and flowers, but it was gone and I climbed up to look for it with my brother onlooking, like the blocks in theater class where I had a hard time making it through against the wall, a tiny space with a drop.

Didn't Listen

My idea for my brother has always been for him to have like honey hair that poofs up and glistens a little and it was light brown but not honey.  It was so limp.  My mom didn't have him do sports as early as me, and it messed him up.  Plus, he just did tennis ... and then my mom didn't have him practice.  I mean, I wouldn't have to practice with him.  He can go practice alone while I do homework.  My mom didn't let me do something else, and I also liked tennis.  He should have done other things, too.

What was he supposed to do?

What is my brother supposed to do?  Not approach my dad?  Why is he so much like him?  My dad used to just maybe stimulate him as a boy, but I have no idea what it was.  I know that people born a long time ago are more European.  I think it centers on Late Boom and Generation XY..

I'm me!

Why did I change when my brother was born?

Checks and Balances

Why do I have a plastered look like my brother?  I know I wanted the sculpted face.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Problem

Get my dad's bullshit outta here.. Supposedly he thinks my brother is a nigger offering for his sweet grandma. Don't tell me I'm not something, a nigger.

Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T