I was in the market again, I think that from now I'll just call it a thrift store, because it is one.
It's a huge open place, it's kind of a thrift store that's moving to different place on each day of the week.
They sell everything there, bicycles, clothing, make up, toys, supplies, jewelry.
It's awesome, everything is cheap there.
And there's so many people with Yemen roots, it's like home for me.
We meet my cousins there quite often.
So what I got today?
10 silver solid bracelets, to make dream catchers, of course.
Shirts, so many shirts.
One in the baseball design, that the neck and the sleeves are one color and the rest another, I got black sleeves/neck and white, two solid black, one white, one black shirt with a wolf or a tiger head on it, another black one with dragon, and the last, I found what I wanted, Nirvana.
There were a sale of prints there, from the ones that printed but nobody wanted, so I took 3 and it was 50 nis, which is cheap for shirts like this.
I saw there of green day but it cost along 50 nis, and there's no way that I'll pay 50 for one shirt, no matter how pretty is it, I've done once this mistake with Ms. Kooka, and I spent 800 nis, on fucking ugly shirts that now I hate.
Great, isn't it (sarcastically), but seriously I can't believe I did it, I could buy the room I wanted with this 800 nis, what a waste, oh well, at least I learned it when I was young, if it was later on my life, oh boy, I would probably be in deep shit.
You know, near the store with the printed shirts, a boy did an earring, he seemed about 14, he was in pain, he almost passed out or cried, a little bit like me when I did the cartilage, he done simple ones, when I did them I was 6 and crying, I felt like I'm dying there, I started crying after the first one and my mother told me that I can do only one, that the second I can skip on, I said no, and continued, because I knew how stupid is that to be with one earring (funny that a year later my left earring exploded, so I stayed with one ear with earring for three years), and then I passed near him, and my mother said something that stressed him and was funny "Do one like hers" he saw the eagle on my ear, it's funny, he was so scared, and the worst his friends were near him, so if he cry or pass out it's embarrassing.
I just wanted to say he was exactly between cute and hot, he was black, with this trendish mohawks that's now very popular, short mohawks, and he had two stripes in his head, that was cut, to give something more to his hair.
So, soon I should do the dream catchers.
Guys, I'm addicted for the military boots, I guess that it's the main reason why the fall and the winter exist.
You know, I guess that every once in a while post a photo, and make a page, of all the photos, for the people that will look for inspiration instead of reading it.
Just something I wanted to say, today outside from the thrift store (it's funny that it's how I call it), there were a guy, with electric guy, he's old, and he had tape next to him, music played, and I knew that you can do it with electric guitar, I thought he did it and I got impressed, then I saw him pressing "next" button on the tape, and I was mad, because, you can do it with this fucking electric guitar, but no, you'll play shit with good piano music.
So I'm going to take a shower, because I can and I like to take showers very early, and then I'll eat my icepops from my Zoku machine, and keep posting and crafting and craughing (crying and laughing at the same time, quite often in Israel).
I love showers, and thanks to that my hair is much cleaner, before the shower my bangs started to be greasy, and I think it's pretty but it was itchy.
I like braids, really, like it's something that looks really good with the current length of my hair.
You know that when it'll get longer, and if school will approve it, I'll die the tips, or something because curls doesn't always work good.
I want the some tips will be in my favorite blue, some on my green, on some on purple.
Oh, it sucks that all of my plans are for the future.
I have a year bucket list, you know, and some adding and some dropping, it's nice, because I actually did something with this year.
So this year it'll be (as much as I can make now):
-Get my room redesigned.
-Get my hair dyed in crazy color.
-Make my wardrobe to fit every style, but still not having pink at all.
-Make shopping online more often and reduce the money spent on expensive brand
-Make money on my own.
-Do something extreme that I've never done before.
Pretty much that's it, I think that I can do them all, I can try to learn tricks with the snowboard, I already learned to jump on the ski mini hills, it's easy, one ride to get boost, one jump, it's easy, and my dad and I want to go to skydiving, or to get better with diving to the deep, or hiking, and the new thing, with the elastic rubber that you hang on one place to another and walk over it with tricks and everything.
My room design, will happen in no time, hopefully by my birthday, if not, oh well, best birthday present.
Get my hair dyed in crazy color, well, if I want that you can spot it easily, so I'll need that school will approve it, but I can do on the lower layer, or something.
Making my wardrobe, well, I first need to learn every single style (it's in my blood, so I'm not worried, I have a cosmetician aunt, and another aunt that do permanent make up, and knows everything about surgeries for aesthetic causes, like boobjobs, buttocks, and alike.)
Buy online, easy, I just won't buy shoes, I prefer to get them in real life, to make sure they good, so does pants, mostly, shirts I don't have problem, tights, I'm waiting to get one, other accessories, of course, cellular accessories and compatible devices, yes, I just won't buy shit.
Make money on my own is the hardest, because I don't know many kids that needs a babysitter, so I just need to hope (I don't believe in hope, they are nothing but lies you tell to yourself) that I'll get something on the second hand store.
So I've done two dream catchers, one from the black waxy thread, and it's one of my bes, because the pattern went well, and I added to it some acrylic paints on these tubes, blue, yellow, red, it came interesting.
And I just finished one, with a pattern of like vertical and horizontal lines, that's in the African rugs style (I don't know how to really explain it), and added a fret, with Jimmy Hendrix on it, a note that I made from some metal tread (whatever that you call it), and also the word "rock" because I had so many troubles with writing "music" with this wire (this is how you call it).
My laptop, officially got the sad R.I.P. to it's name, it's about 2-4 years old, and got broken twice, and now, it's dead.
Since there are no deals on groupon of dell laptops, I won't get one.
Fuck.
Now I know why the voice from TuneIn is so familiar, it's Green Day!
Wow, I barely know songs, I know only the deluxe version of American Idiot, Stray Heart, and 21 Guns, that this piano rock guy (I can't get out of it, it does exist and it sounds awesome, but I thought he was kidding!), he learned guitar too, and learned to play 21 Guns.
So, my precious piece of wood painted with orange and decorated with green-brown tribal pattern on the rossete.
I love it, but I guess that I'm like Midas, but instead that everything I touch becoming gold, everything I touch getting broken, I guess I'm a girl of violent things and destroyment.
Oh and how could I forget, my hatred psychopathic psychologist, she today "challenged" me with drawing on paper in shapes, of fuck.
I just drew Bob Marley ( a theme I found a lot in this open hot thrift
But guys, I hate it.
All of my friends know that I love to draw but hate these terrible "art" lessons, because nobody will draw with water colors, crayons and what not every time they want to doodle something nice, aren't they?
Teach us the styles of art, not about the boring color schemes, teach us the ancient paintings on the cave walls with mud, describing a scene of a group of men hunting an animal, teach us the art of medieval Europe, and actually teach us "Draw me like one of your french girls" scene, teach us the new age art, over anime, human like forms, give us depth on everything, make it fucking interesting because I don't give a fuck about drawing the rainbow colors with crayons!
Show me one kid that's on the 6th grade and respecting himself and his personality that will draw a fucking rainbow with fucking crayons on the school's fucking shelter.
Yes I am pissed, I hate how adults teaching it, they learning us on the "straight face" method, it's the worst, they teach us like it's simple as it is, they teach it like math, like they don't give a fuck, like they hate their job and wish to kill us all (which is true, most of the time), guys, even our math teacher knew to make numbers fun.
Our main teacher, well she taught us history too, and she knew how the Greek danced, so she started to sing and dance, it happened also in bible, all of the kids stood up and danced to old music, and we laughed, because we had fun, on history, as crazy you think it is, it was much more.
So, dear teachers, if you think that I have enough interest and self force to do what I hate and listen to your bullshit, at least do the same and teach us better your bullshit, thank you, furious girl.
If I could, I'll kill every rose (even from the animal in Beauty & the Beast), just to proof the rest how useless
are they.
They just make your fingers bleed.
It's the most they can make, if I could chose a flower that will be considered the most romantic, not roses, and not tulips (not far from this day, I know how much tulips meant to one girl, now that I hate the girl, I can burn every tulip, until the very last one), maybe this flower (I'm sorry I don't know the simple name so it's the scientific one) Daucus Carota maximus
Hey.
I have a question for you, and no matter what how where or when, but you have to promise to me, okay?
The only moment that you'll stop breathing, won't be your own decision, alright?
You promise.
You own it to me, I'm for you, you for me.
It's some weird deal, but if I won't be there, I won't ne just another number in the rising statics, and you won't become one neither.
We're special, we're like Lilo, we don't like many people, and many like us back, they just quite about it, and always there will be someone (like Myrtle) that will make out life harder, but we always can fight back, and we always have someone to back us, even if his not the ideal one.
So since the laptop is dead, and soon my iPhone battery will die too, I'll see some things online go to charge it, watch more tv, pass out.
Oh my fucking lordi scream hallelujah (best performance I've ever seen).
Do you remember that I was worried that all this punk/gothic/other-dark-or-stuff-things trend will arrive?
So yeah, I've checked this fall trends, and guess what punk was there.
So I don't want to imagine if it'll get worse, and we'll and up like china teens few months ago, self harm for the "coolness" in it, because this shit might happen, and I know that everybody the knows my story won't do it, am I right?
Well, as my sister and I make fun of the warning on ciggarets boxes says "smoking encourages cancer" (this is how we define it) and then rolling the hands and sending our right arm in some weird air punching upwards, and saying "Go! Cancer!" We have a very dark humor in the family, it terrible, but it's funny, death jokes are something we good at.
And I want to watch avatar.
So we all know what it means.
Berries, survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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