To interact with people? I feel like there are so many people with blogs on here that never have anybody message them or even try and interact with them. It seems to me like you only get messages if you’re “tumblr famous”. Call me crazy, but I think it’s bullshit.
It is, mostly because social sites are becoming less focused on community as time goes by, youtube is the biggest example of how a social site became essentially a commercial tool for advertisement and revenue, I think the same is happening to tumblr by removing easy access to popular tags and not creating more ways for people to interact besides searching for tags. We’re experiencing online blues.
trolling on omegle is so much fun omg I’m seriously addicted to it, I wish chatroulette was still free, it turned into shit since the paypal verification thing. :(
I used to write about my dreams on the blog as soon as I had them, but as time went on I just stopped. I guess I didn’t felt like people were interested in reading about something so personal, but I don’t know, they used to give a charm to the blog and I think that’s why some of you follow me.
Lately I’ve been really intrigued by certain things that happen while I’m dreaming, I just have this disturbing feeling that the places that I visit in my dreams are somehow real, I’m just going to write more about them from now on. I feel like my fucked up little world is trying to speak to me once again.
I’m a blonde now and it looks just too weird, yesterday somebody asked if it was real or a wig…lol, you know it’s bad enough when somebody asks if your hair is a wig! The problem is that I just wanted a change and did it without much thought, I should’ve done a little research first cause I found some amazing hairstyles on a few blogs and I’m warming up to a few ideas.
The rise and fall of the american dream.
The worst part of living in a big city is when you hear disturbing things and feel impotent cause you don’t know where they come from.
For the first time in my life I had to call the police, I heard a woman screaming and glass being broken somewhere in the streets, it was probably in the college I live near by, I just really hope she’s at least alive and ok. I don’t know what else I can do, ugh, I hate this feeling.
So, I didn’t had any crazy dreams lately, probably because I’m sick…but the last one that I remember was kind of erotic, which is weird (in a good way) cause I sort of blocked sexual dreams for a while. I had many issues regarding my body and well, I still have, but I’m trying to stay optimistic and I’m solving some of them instead of thinking too much about it, I’m ~becoming~ an optimistic person, yes, that’s it, and it’s not bad at all. I don’t know if I’m going to post this particular dream, but who knows? We’ll see….
So, I found a producer, I didn’t contacted him but I think I finally found the right guy, we’ll see how it works out for me. In the meantime I’m going to upload a demo or two that I did on my trusty laptop just to get some feedback, it’s not ~professional~ but whatever, at least I think it’s good enough to be posted online, it means a lot to me so if you follow me make sure to leave some sort of comment somewhere once it gets posted, it doesn’t even need to be public, I just want to know what you guys think of it.
I’m so addicted to Dance moms, those bitches are completely crazy, the only kids that want to be there are maddie and chloe but only maddie has star potential and the others hate what they are doing but do it to please their mothers. I feel especially bad for vivianne, not only because her mother is batshit but because she’s adopted and it looks like her mother really doesn’t care about giving her a sense of cultural identity or put her in an activity which she feels that she’s part of something, that’s going to be a huge problem for her down the road. Her mother better start saving for her therapy sessions.
I had such a weird dream tonight, it started with me and Lindsay walking down the streets, I don’t know where we were but I know it was over midnight because most of the stores and commercial buildings were closed, except the one we were going to work. So, we get there and start unpacking things, suddenly people start appearing on the streets, Lindsay turns to me and says : “Hey are you going to the white party?” I just say no and go back to work, then Dina (her mother) comes through the door with this super expensive dress, buys a perfume from lindsay and says : “See sweetie, it isn’t that bad right? I mean, since now you’re a nobody, with no money and no one wants to work with you, you’ll have to keep going, I understand. See ya’ll down the streets” after that I try to talk to lindsay about what just happened and she’s just mad and in denial, she looks at me and says something like : “Whatever I’m definitely getting some A-List roles, I’m getting sober already, etc” (oh lindsay…lol) and I try to warn her but she doesn’t care, so we go back to our house that was similar to a college dorm, except it was filled with people everywhere doing everything together in big rooms, like, sleeping, bathing, etc, it was very claustrophobic, she says that’s the only place she could afford since she didn’t have any money left, we try to rest , then we dress up and go to the streets, by then Dina was waiting for us, we get to her and she starts laughing and breaking the perfume and other things that she bought at the shop, she verbally abuses Lindsay so we stop walking and just stay there, in the middle of the street, over midnight, one looking at each other. Silence.