Ear holes.

I just hate going to those placese.
Everything sounds like on of those videos on YouTube that showing a rare record of a satanic cult ritual (which is quite making sense, one of our govenment minister was murdered by one some cult which wasn't exactly the greratest and purest thing ever), and I couldn't stand it.
I'm sorry, I'm getting bored on stuff I don't really care about.
Like I don't care much about what people say about others anymore.


My mom is mad about me -again.
That's because I said I don't feel like doing my homework now, because I'm not in the mood I can concentrate.
I just don't feel very focused when I just want to die, sorry for having an attempt to feel something.


I wonder, how long...
I know that I'll be able to get money legally since I'm fourteen on the summer break, and sixteen all around the year, since then I'll get money from the army (not much, but money is money, and people saves some each time and go to a trip somewhere, most of time it's India), and then I want to go to be a tattoo artist, because I love that idea, and I want that my trip, will be to live for a while in America, traveling with people, and learning about each place.

I just love the idea of going to live with a new family, that's why I want to go to America, the main rules of that place, is that everyone can be accepted, but he must have a certain skill, maybe it's caligraphy, maybe it's handstanding, maybe it's incredible math skills, or it can be a language!
It actually doesn't mattter, as long it is something intresting.
It seems that the fact I'm going to do that, is the only thing that can cheer me up when I'm down.


I opened today my earring holes, I thought that it was actually going to be closed, and to hurt me.
But I think that it itched only because the tips of the back was filled with dead skin and dirt, I expected it to hurt, but it went in so easily!
Now I have some black star earings, I don't like it much, but it's better than nothing!


I'm still stuck...
I hate that feeling.
It's like I'm hovering, just can't land in the happy zone.



I just want that something will let me do something.
Even taking nice landscapes doesn't make me feel ay better.


If Iran will feel threatened, and send us a nice gift that is made of Uranium (Yay! Atomic bomb!), I want to grow a tail, and unicorn horn.

I'm bored.
I need to get actual Wi-Fi soon, I'm getting crazy, I need to clean up my Instgram account, I follow way too many.

I'm reading about the usual topics, about drugs.
They say that in Amsterdam it's now illegal to use drugs in school.
One of the comments (which is usually the best part of the post) was from a guy from there, saying that in Amsterdam it's not with drug addicts, and there is no issue with the youth in Amsterdam and drugs, but in Israel there is an awful issue with youth and alcohol, a comment for that comment, said that it's the Russians fault (I embrace those people!), and a commment for the comment of the comment (confusing!), said that the commenter of the first comment is a monkey.
I personally think that the problem won't be solved soon.
Because right now there are so many different problems.
Syria from the north, Iran building rockets, Egypt and their riots, the unstopable fights, and the problems in the government, the news about a new drug dealers in the process, the budget cuts, everything here should be collapsing, so why it's not?


I'm getting bored...
Again...


I'm addicted to that Q&A (and some arguments, and friendships formed) site!

You have no idea how much I love virtual people!

I might be one of those people who will marry a virtual people (like the crazy stories you hear on the news).

I'm sorry for not keeping this post any longer, but I'm tired, and I want to go to that site. 

It's giving me the joy of complaining, I just love others that complain!

I can hear people complaining all day long (which somehow makes me better than diamonds, females can complain and I would lister!).

So that's it. 

I'm still getting this "This-book-is-so-fast" mood when I read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, it's one of the books I'd call "normal speed", but after reached, everything turned faster.