Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Nice TV Episode

So, did you enjoy seeing Ellen DeGeneres interview Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta?  I did.  Don't we all like Marty?  Because she has that cute look.  A lot of people like Frenchie.  I thought Rizzo was bad.  I wonder if they were actually exchanging thoughts about Hairspray.

I 1st saw Grease in school in music class, luckily, at 11.  I looked like Olivia Newton-John in way, before I saw it.  Well, I changed before that.  Maybe, I changed again, later.

There was this funny time we had music class in 6th grade, and I was sick and there was a sub who was really big with long white hair.  I saw some of The Nightmare Before Christmas for the 1st time.  I was sick and had to spit in my sweater a lot.  I finally came out and got home and was taken care of, probably took some medicine.  There was this one time in library I had to go to the bathroom and spit up.  It was all the way in the 3rd floor.  Music is 2nd floor with the cafe.

At the time, I was on the brink of changing from more compact to more lose.  I had fluffy|frizzy black|maroon hair (sometimes looked purple|maroon.. maybe twice and it was a big thing a girl with long very bright hair that was mostly white said my hair was maroon at P.E.) with thick bangs parted to the side I cut at the beginning of the school year.  My hair had been "long" or longer, maybe 3 inches below my shoulder.

I had so much fun at the festival there.  That year was probably the most exciting, when the striped tanks were coming out.  I didn't wear tanks because I didn't want to.  I was modern.  I wanted plain long sleeve shirts and mini dresses.  There were nice ones with flares, too.  I had a nice material shirt that was probably black, if not lime green, black.  It was nice when I 1st got it, like a bit below my belt.  Then, it got small and I got bigger.  My mom stopped having us walk as much, like to school, for some reason, and then I got fat.  I wanted to do softball, too, and we just did it a little at youth group.  This funky girl with light brown hair was getting with my friend, who was small with straight white hair, about soccer, wait, me, trying to take me in.  We played this fun game at P.E. called flag or something.  No.  Well, you like get this flag.  There's the whole parking lot of sand.  It's divided.  The 2 6th grades, ...  Then, we even did badminton, which I did up north.  My friends didn't participate in P.E.  It made me so mad.  They were so stuck up.  They thought they were so good.  They couldn't get mad at me.  There was this girl from L.A. who seemed the epitome of every desire with straight white hair and like seemed fat but wasn't, you know?  Her hair was nice and bouncy.  She looked modern and had that look like with fuzzy eyebrows, which she shaved one and didn't come to school.  Her little sister was even bigger, in my brother's grade, with bangs, nice straight smooth hair, actually kinda finer.  I guess I was the most attractive in 4th grade, 5th grade.  I was 2nd to her, then.  I started looking more European, with a pointier-appearing nose, though it wasn't really pointy.  I moved, and I guess there was this 1 boy who impressed me.  He looked English, from New Orleans when his friend died for a year and in drama.  He had light brown, kinda bright hair that sorta stuck up and was really cool and blue eyes.  There was this cute girl on dance team who looked more mature by her 3rd year.  She was in my grade.  The boy was almost 2 years older and a grade older.  I think this girl was Jewish.  She dyed her hair honey.  Everyone there had layers and bangs and were overweight|obese.  She didn't have bangs.  Her hair was smooth.  I think her eyes were brown.  She has a little sister.  The boy looks different now, and it bothers me.  His hair is combed down.  He spoke to me once on Facebook in the past 2 years.  That was all since high school.  He noticed me a lot and we talked for a long time at P.E. and he said my art was bad, 1st person.  He said blue, pink, and purple don't go but that green and orange go together well.  Everyone was sensitive about my art.  Online, people say it's bad, but it doesn't really get to me like that.