Confused nation

Worst movie ever, so incorect, so ughh.. everything!
Airbender should have become an epic movie.
Not a piece of bullshit!
Aang, not even close, I know a guy -American if it's helping- thaat looks like him, like the twin of this "Aang".
Nobody is corect.
And Zuko?!
Zuko -and the whole fire nation- or fucking white jerks.
Zuko have a red scar from blood and around it his bare flesh! not weird healed scar!
And Zhao, oh Zhao.
Just  not.
And the costumes, barely colors.
And when Zuko is the blue spirit, oh no, it's not a caveman style, it's a warriors style.
And by the way warriors, at the start it shouldn't be this way, it's should be with Sokka (that in the movie is older) wearing funny face paint (or as he calls it, "war paint") that making him look like a racoon, trying to fight with his boomerang and loses.
Everything should be different.

It's awful, just terribly done.


I hate when they try to transform animes to real life, it's not working this way.
And of course you shouldn't when unrealistic things happening (like benders, or electric ghosts that possesing people and creating krabs in acdemies) so why would they ruin incredible drawings, and try to make them with imperfect human beings?


So, it's the second movie I'm watching.
The first one was about superman.
Old one, cartoon, and it was with fixing the sun and he poisoned him with sun rays or something.

Yue?!
What the fuckity fuck?


I;m going to say it once and I won't repeat myself.
THE FUCKING FOUR NATIONS SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING WHITE ASSES!
LIKE A FUCKING WALL!
AND THEY HAVE COLORS FOR EVERY NATION.
THE AIRBENDERS WORE YELLOW OUTFIT AND ORANGE BAT-CROP TOP STYLE SHIRT ABOVE.
THE WATERBENDERS WORE FUR AND BLUE ROBES AND DRESSES.
THE ERATHBENDERS WAS MOSTLY SHIRTLESS WITH GREEN CAPRIS AND THE GIRLS WITH DRESSES.
THE FIRE NATION WORE RED-BROWN-BLACK ARMY OUTFITS AND PRETTY BELLY DANCING OUTFITS FOR THE GIRLS.

That's it I said it, and the creatoes of the fucking movie suck it up deep high in their asses, right near their fucking heads.

I hate Iroh in their, Iroh is one of my favorites, and it's awful, the hair, and the beard, goddammit, he's looking like an onld hippie!

They could too Russians, they could, take Russians from Sybria area, and Cosgrov family for the fucking Water Tribes.

And another thung, THE FUCKING FIREBENDERS DON'T NEED FIRE NEAR THEM, THEY CREATING IT FROM THEIR FUCKING BODY, AND ESPACIALLY FROM THEIR PAWS, LIKE FUCKING SPIDERMAN.


Okay I just fucking hate my music taste, I hate people that sing about the joys in drugs, alcohol, sex, and alike this.
I'd like songs that says "I've got betrayed and I'd like to kill every breathing person, and every beating creature| and maybe with the continue "Everyone and Everything I'd like to set on fire but you, because if I would I'd hate myself forever".
I'm so confused, I don't know what I should pick, and I don't really think that there is a choice or unsolved problem hanging around.
I don't know what's happening, everything, too fast, too much.
And it's easy to solve, but eah one with it's time, but I'm running out of it, when one starting it's way another one arriving, and it feels like thousands are approaching.

I'll just talk about it with you, as I always do, talk to my imaginary therapists that just listening, and it's better that someone will only listen and won't be around then nothing.

I'm confused about this guy, I thought I saw him there at the university, I've heard somebody laughing, and his laugh was alike the other, and for a short moment I looked up, and saw him.
I'm so confused, most of the time I think about him, most of this time I'm trying to figure why I thought I saw him and got excited, I know I'm not in love with him, because I remember how the last time felt.
Or am I.
The last time I was brainwashed, they really cleaned the real me off, I was brainwashed to be typical girl.
Maybe when I'm this weird version of me, collecting pieces from the old me, and saving the tips and information from the brainwashed me.
So who knows what will haappen, after all, I'm just a twelve year old moron.


And other thing, I'm not sure about my best friend, we have a lot this problem of same crush.
It fucking sucks.
On the fourth grade I had a crush on a douchy guy (nature of crushes, to pick the worst kind), and I didn't knew hers, so we both asked each other and I answered first, I said him and I think she lied, she didn't seemed to like him to.
It's probably the worst way to earn friends, but we both this way and I like her because of that.
I don't want it to go hard, because (if you saw chick flicks it'll make much more sense to you) we might like the same guy, adn there's four option, or he'll pick one of us, or he'll reject us both, or he'll go to other girl, or he'll go to other guy.
So, the last option won't be that bad, because we'd laugh it off, we had a crush about someone who isn't even into our gender.
And it could suck balls (bad coincidence).

And the summer, will I see him?
I waited a year.
And waited for the depressionless summer, that somehow got much more confusing and much more sad than I expected it to be.


I have no idea what I'll do next year, what clothes, what accessories, what language.
I want to go in the main road (mainstream for the ones that doesn't understand), but still do my thing without being noticed.
I hate being noticed.
I always stay quite in class.
Always.
I just draw this zombieboy, and draw eyes, and weird people.
And I never play with my phone, and never eating, and never shouting.
I just love this loud against quiet scenario.
I hate when it's qute, it's from fear mostly, when you're afraid from our principal, and she's coming inside, it's quite, and it reminds me dead people, quite, peaceful.
But I need the noise to concetrate.
I draw better when it's loud, when 30 kids are talking, from sports to calories, to muscles, to video games, to this guy, and to this girl.
I can draw everything, from the word pieces I hear, a world creating in my mind, of loud cars, and trees made of sushis, and skelletons of dinosaurs dancing together, and pigs and frogs dancing in evening dresses and expansive journals, and  people with masks of birds dancing in a gala.

Well, tomorrow I'm planning to get a new journal, blank pages, no squares no lines, blank white pages.
I'll take it when I'll finish the meeting with my psychopathic psychologist.
Just draw the biggest gala of people, animals and corpses, in the big city, surrounded by red cars, and japaneese food trees, while classis music plays from drums and electric guitars.


I forgot to tell you, but on Wednessday, in my very shallow magazine, there was an interview, with some start that nobody actually knows, she have frizzy brown hair, and her stylist have incredible taste of summertime white and the normal Christian funeral dress (you'll think the same as me when you'll compare this two dresses).

I pictured it, so here it is:

She wears SWAG rings and this dress.

Reminds you someone in THAT dress?

Summer style.

I jst had to show you it, since you don't have this trend of weird fading people that's failing at getting a decent comeback so people write on them an arcticle that's in a shallow magazine.

When you do a comeback, you need to be an really old band that probably by now have grand childrens (it happened in Israel few weeks ago), and you have to write some classics to everybody knows.

I like this Lia girl, she's adorable and I like the purple versoin of Alie, and Amber's reaction and Jade's, I'm talking about Teens React to The Hunger Games.
I don't like this movie as I used to.


I should get some sleep, I'd probably faint if I won't.
But I hate to sleep, I have so much things to do instead of lying down closing my eyes for such a minor need.

I went for my room, maybe do something that matters.


I'd like to break somebody's neck right now, just a weird brutal pain killer.

A devastated smile on my face went up when I heard kissing in cars, just the imagination of me in a few years, in somebody that I love arms, telling me it'll be better, letting the warmth of his hands flow on my face, though I know we'll never make it, and one of us will stay heart broken, but in that particular moment, were happy that we have each other, and we kept up with everything until that moment. 

And we know that it's what we waited for

So long, that someone will actually care for the others feelings. 

Oh I'm getting girly again, fuck. 

Then we'd probably play in the new play station that will be, or in the Xbox, and I'll lose, I'd lose so many times. 

You know, I just miss the taste of the vodka. 

It's the only alcohol I drank that actually got me to kind of drunk, after two cups of mango juice with some

Vodka, and bang I'm hyperactive and then tired and hyperactive and tired again, and in the morning headache. 

I just want that intoxicating bitter juice. 

It's the only thing I know. 

And believe me, if I could, I'll live in Russia, the place for drinking and freezing and seeing sexy females and its legit when twenty sexy years old girl married an eighty years old rich man, and drink all the alcohol around, to taste everything. 

I want black beer. 

I never drank it, but I want it. 

Why?

It's probably the closest thing to alcohol I can legally get, so why not?

Cheers for stupid desicions. 

Today there was a stripping scene in drop dead dive (love it!) and my mom said that it takes mad athletic skills to be one, so I said "that's why imagine half from the girls in the sports class becoming ones", and that was true. 

I'll enjoy the pregnancy saga. 

I'm just confused. 

I guess I'll check what's legal or not, so I'll could get dizzy soon as possible. 

Just to remind you, a benefit in Israel, we can drink alcohol since we become 18, just saying. 

Just saying...

As always,

Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.