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"Sometimes I like to play ostrich wouldn't sacrifice a school by separate trout was or where was I agree bigwigs are it will wrote the one supply what long was there with. I knew as you were wrong fires toward effusion." #theteachings #chapter4 |
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| Neil Jackson |
I didn't have the money to put myself through drama school, so I thought - naively - that if I wrote a play and put it on at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, agents would see me and that would be my ticket to Hollywood. I wrote a musical; an acting coach saw it and put me on his course for free while I wrote for his company. |
| Orison Swett Marden |
Your expectations opens or closes the doors of your supply, If you expect grand things, and work honestly for them, they will come to you, your supply will correspond with your expectation. |
| Mitch Daniels |
Left to ourselves, we might pick the wrong health insurance, the wrong mortgage, the wrong school for our kids; why, unless they stop us, we might pick the wrong light bulb. |
| Bob Marley |
If you're white and you're wrong, then you're wrong; if you're black and you're wrong, you're wrong. People are people. Black, blue, pink, green - God make no rules about color; only society make rules where my people suffer, and that why we must have redemption and redemption now. |
| Cab Calloway |
You don't think it was because a white man wrote it, a black man wrote it, a green man wrote it. What - doesn't make a difference! Doesn't make a difference. I think he did a good job. |
| Jimi Hendrix |
The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar. |
| Michael Ealy |
I would love to direct but I feel like directing is a whole separate craft and so I tend to respect it as a separate craft that I would need to study first. So, right now I'm still trying to do certain things as an actor and until I get bored of that or I feel completely fed by that then I'll move into directing. |
| Frank Zappa |
One of my favorite philosophical tenets is that people will agree with you only if they already agree with you. You do not change people's minds. |
| Douglas Adams |
The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at and repair. |
| Diane Abbott |
I knew what could happen to my son if he was sent to the wrong school and got in with the wrong crowd. |
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I had a dream that involved this shopping center a lot for some reason. I went there with my parents and I went there with my violin to play a few times and it seemed like the past because I had my parent's old car. But then also in grad school, ppl were texting me asking where I was and I was like always at one of the places in the center. One was a steak n shake and ppl would text me and be like "where are you" and I'd tell them I was there and they asked me why and I was like I love milkshakes what don't you understand. And then I remember doing academic things and traveling with the lab but then having to leave one place early to go to France. One person knew that I knew this one guy that died and she was like asking me to tell other people what he had said to me and I was like I don't know. I think you guys know everything. I don't think he told me anything he didn't tell you but this really stressed me out for some reason that she thought I knew more. And I was sad and ppl didn'...
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I had a dream that I was at a school and there was a kid who I think was a criminal of some sort. He was trying to get the principal of the school to do something for him and the principal refused. This kid then went nuts and started throwing desks and stuff everywhere. For some reason, there was a jail attached to the school. The kid had done something wrong to a bunch of people in jail and the warden decided they could temporarily let them out to get their revenge. Then this kid was running around and hiding in the school and these criminals were trying to hunt him down. He got cornered at some point and got shanked. He died. Then the criminals started just murdering each other and other kids at the school.
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Oh, I remember my other dream. It was that something was wrong with my stomach and I was bleeding internally and the skin was all discolored. There was some kind of bump on my stomach and it hurt and I knew something was really wrong with me and then I was trying to figure out if I should call an ambulance or drive to the hospital.
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I had a dream that I was in a store and I was trying to buy a big box of laffy taffies but they wouldn't sell them to me and I was really upset about it and wrote a scathing review online when I got home.
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I had a dream that I went back to high school to take some easy credits that would apply to grad school. Some of my friends I went to high school with also decided to go back for the same reasons, but they weren't in any of my classes. One of the three classes I was taking was Calc 3, but I wasn't doing very well after the first exam (which did happen in real life). Going about the school day did not feel right. Something about the way the building was constructed was wrong.. but I could not figure out why I felt that way. My favorite part of each school day was during lunch in the cafeteria because there was a DJ and great food (also similar to real life).
One day around 10AM I was wandering around my parent's backyard when I panicked. I realized that I had not been to school in a while... like in two months and I couldn't remember why I stopped going. I sprinted up to the house and i...
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I had a dream that I was in a classroom and there was a school shooting. I think the classroom kind of turned into a hotel room because dreams are like that. Then this one kid was really scared and the shooter came in and was like "hey it'll be okay, lets play patty cake" and he started doing the patty cake thing and someone tackled him and took the gun away. Super weird. I guess I'm never going to stop dreaming about school shootings. #USA
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"Finally getting radio play... this was long overdue.. 106KHQ... Traverse City has my back ‪#‎NorthernHype‬" this pisses me off because this white dude came out of nowhere and had daddy pay $x,xxx+ to get twista on a song. long overdue my ass
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god damnit flippa. they gave me credits to relist for free (which is awesome) but they put it in a wrong account and wouldnt fucking answer my emails about it. idiots. good thing I def cant pay rent now because they thought they already did their job..
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"The measure of the Christian believer's devotion to the faith remains his willingness to do as Jesus did and sacrifice himself. Willingness to sacrifice oneself, the ultimate sign of faith in social existence, is also the sign of the patriot, the proven and true member of the nation- group." < about the sacrifices of members in the US military for a national 'religion'
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I had a dream that I was a zombie and I had a wound on the back of my head and if I was moving a certain way, a flap of skin on the back of my head would fall down (but still attached) and expose my brain. I was in some kind of public building that seemed like an airport in some parts and a library in others. I wandered down a long corridor with nothing but blank white walls into a carpeted bathroom with a lot of windows. I just wanted to see what my head looked like. There were many locked doors and I found a sign that said "the unholy are not welcome". I had a vague sense that people I knew were in the building but I was panicking and tried to leave. Two people started following me and I somehow knew that they were hunting zombies. I knew they must of seen the wound on my head and knew what happened. I had no idea how I had died but I didn't want to die again so I started running.
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