Responsibility

I feel responsible for where I live, like I'm "not a kid anymore" not living with my parents or something.

Savings

I have a good number of savings to play with.

Savings 1 - Regular

Savings 2 - Things I Need

Savings 3 - Extra Expenses

Savings 4 - Grand Savings

Money

I have 4 savings accounts and 2 checking accounts, at Huntington Bank and an account at Key Bank, the Ohio bank.

1 checking account is the main one for bills to come out and stuff maybe or the other for random things.

1 savings is regular.  Savings 2 is for things like rent allowed to pay late.  Savings 3 is for things I might use if I want.  Savings 4 is for big savings.  If I get one more it'll be for more big savings but not the grand savings.

Being Attractive

You have to be really attractive if you're born around 1984 or 1983.

College Online

Certificate in Commercial Music @ Liberty University in Violin

It might only take 2 semester time.  The courses are 8 weeks.  8 months total.  A little over 1/2 year.

School Lunches

I'm watching a video of school lunches by the decade, and 1960/s was pizza and 1980/s was chicken nuggets, 1970/s hamburger.  Apple juice with pizza, soda with burger.

Question for "Baby Boomer" Women

Do you care if younger people complained about high school?

A Find

They said in prison, malnutrition causes mental disorders.

Why if I find something do people say it can't be because I'm not all White and others can?

College

Liberty University

Commercial Music - Bachelor (of Science?)

Violin? (if I stay, otherwise, I know another modern music college with it?...)

Online College

Whites Around Non-Whites

White people like being around non-Whites because it's a chance to open up and not feel so tested about how White they look by other Whites.

Prisoners Are Mentally Sane Sometimes/Often

So, prisoners aren't treated like they are mentally ill.

Weird

People with mental illnesses when institutionalized and adults are not treated much better than prisoners?

"In prison cells-"

Are people counting on me to be a prisoner?

Degrees Online

The main college degrees online that are for more money seem to be more business degrees.

How is it?

Is it about what your parents seem like or how you turn out?

Question

If this childhood thing is about my possible children, then why ruin my career?

Dream

I was like in a place where it was half one thing half another, like a car and building.  It was like Emma Kok was singing, a young girl who sings with Andre Rieu, at least now, solo, and not much in a group or among others.  My mom was there and talking and her voice turned more smooth Dutch.  I'm used to hearing it and can't repeat it.  She used to reprimand me not to mimic her when I was like 3, 4, or 5.  So, I think it was "12 Days of Christmas" we were going through.  I think she was getting upset and I was getting annoyed.  She drove me to a building like for a library or where people come together to do business or something and there were stairs and a 2nd lofted floor that wasn't too small.  I kept cursing before, using the "n" word and whoever and whatever popped in my mind.  I kept saying leave me alone, as a complex number was about where people were watching and helping against me, though they all seemed to feel sorry for me.  After awhile, no sound would come out.  Some kind of police type men took my cell phone upon suggestion, and the ladies were mad at my mom for it.  I said they could watch me use it and I want to see the orchestra.  Before, the site wasn't working and it was asked is it always this complicated.  One little African American or "Black" man said I was under arrest, but he was small kinda like a leprechaun after awhile, too.  They said my mom must have some problem being so short.  Finally, I was so mad I fell back on a short bookshelf and it fell.  Some of this dream was interesting in feel, I was just saying stuff like, "Leave me alone!" in a windy sorta voice like shouting.  Lots of people were surrounding kinda, maybe like 10 spread out, a lot of rather obese but nice women.  It was pretty long, mostly about what was wrong with me and me trying to shout to leave me alone after I had been cursing to my mom's anger.  She kept talking back constantly in this dream.

Dream

It's hard to remember how it started out.

I met the coach or saw him, I guess it was like it was Andre Rieu but looked different.

So, there were classes and I finally was to pick one.  There may have been a few on a board.  I was also to play basketball and it was big and he looked different or like he was someone else and he was also that coach.  He didn't teach all the classes.  So, lingering, I guess if you look hard enough for your dreams and remember it's there it won't go away without your catching it more.  So, the class I got on this electric old board was "The Waltz."  There was some message too about it.  I didn't get to go in this dream.  I did play basketball, and the ball was so big and hard to throw in my sleep, you know?  It started out maybe I was late or something but maybe not maybe just on time and I put on my backpack guess didn't get it in a locker and didn't want it stolen.  Didn't know about the lockers.  The coach was looking like he should be short, thin, and good looking but bald for basketball and then like what should he be tall to be a music teacher.  So, I made some passes.  I remember practice we were in line to shoot and I took long like at a festival game though trying to position.  The ball maybe seemed to get bigger and heavier or at least harder for me and in the end it was so hard to move.  I made more passes.  There may have been something about the music or performing like a recital in a big room is the feel, but I dunno.  I really wanted to do the music, but all I did was basketball with the music people.  I remember the team members now.  Many were obese and big and kinda tall, boys I think mostly or all.  Some had cute features to make them feel good, and I was thinking I don't do it to conform but because I want to, no end or maybe point.  Like their thumb/s or fingers.  I did actually throw the ball in my dreams like the only one and always a pass and no one ever got it.  It was hard, like a warbling environment.  It must have been hard to concentrate.  I was thinking and yearning for the music, eager to see the people and teacher of course.  It wasn't like I was in his orchestra, and the people were different.  It was more like a school in a way and there may have been 3 teachers and maybe they did different things maybe not.  They didn't seem like much of comrades, though.  The "orchestra" and basketball team was all young people like we were in high school but maybe not I, ageless.  I think the basketball was big and blue.  The basketball was for our well-being and exercise and I guess so violence would not "break out."  There certainly was different tension but lots of "team spirit."  It's like we were sane but uptight.  It was a bit.  Of course it was all in anticipation for Andre Rieu at least secretly with me more.  It still didn't change things.  So, I didn't want to wake up from this dream.  I have a feeling of a dong dong, dong dong, as I look back and hear something now, guitar music on TV, and I wake up and sleep, wake up and sleep, like it's time.