Shoer 27

Wonderful...
Another fights around...
And that one who is sick (what have you expected from a 9000+ year old man?), which have something to do with rligion, but I think he's in the government.
Today's poltics aren't that interesting, because I actually don't care if that one smoked a joint, or that everyboody has a different opinion about Syria.
As much as I think it's funny that some syrians still hate us (from the fact that they hate us, I'm not surprised), when almost hundred people from there, who got injured through that "war" (if we can call it a war, I'm not sure), after all, we can't do things without the governenment, which I assume that most of people there can understand quite well.

I still love/admire that boy.
The son of the current ruler (I'm not sure if it's Assad, because I'm getting confused with the names easily), which is about my age, shared his opnion supproting his father, telling how much (not directly) he appriciate and adore his father.
That was beautiful.
I don't care that he doesn't understand that pretty much people are fighting for their rights, and lives, because after all, on that age (9-14) you aren't deserve to do much, legally.
That's why I hate the fact I'm underaged, if I was 15 right now, and all of those two years would happen when I was 14, you have no idea, how would I feel!
I'll have the rights to fucking open her a file in the police records, and that bitch...
Oh...
She'll beg for mercy, but she will know the answer in my eyes, and I'll be able to enjoy the fact she saw a dead corpse eyes, and she knows, that she's the reason.


Today, we (the family) went to see furniture.
We started with some sofa place, I didn't liked them much, it was very factory-like, it's not welcoming to come and see it.
Then, we went to another one, much cozier, you just get the feeling that "this furniture says home", and I read about Bunnies there, I want black one, and if it will grow, it'll me guard dog-bunny, with leesh, and stuff, it happened with the last one, so why not?
After that, we went to a closet place, we all knew what we order, wall closet with two unbreakeble mirrors on the sliding doors, and all we had to do, is to pick the color.
I picked black, because in the old room, I had way to many colors of wood, and it looked ugly and unfitted, so now I have a white door, black closet, and wood-color bed.
All the time my mother tried to convince me to pick brown wood color, but I had my choice, and you can't go back from a choice, and why would you, if you like what you picked, she even told me to shut up, why? because I said that I didn't want to change my choice, (now I'm being sarcastic) great education mother! Make me be forced to your words!
Then the closet salesman, showed us one closet in the color I picked, and my parents said that it looked beautyful, and they meant it.
I liked the way that it looked royal, luxrious, not just childlish closet, like we had, when there's a renovation, I aim for a change.

And then, thanks to Sweden, we went to the one and only...
Ikea!
I love that place, I just love it.
I purchased there 2 jars and one vase.
One jar is the vacuum, and the other is something that is half vacum, half the other thing that I don't know it's name, and the vase was... Um... The bottom was very large, and the top (where there's the openning) was very small, and it had some glass pattern, like circles that just go out.
I want to go there again.
I want some fabrics and stuff.

I read today about a family, that just traveled in the world (mostly third-world countries) under 7000 NIS a month.
I know that I'm going to travel in America.
And I'm going to be in the festival in Rio!
I just love the idea of festivals, carnevals, parades (but the last two of the holiday, because last year it sucked, it wasn't impressive at all, and the year before, a horse pooped in the middle of it), and stuff alike, it reminds me happiness!

And I know what will be the ride, a double bus (the two leveled ones, like in London), it will work like an actual apartment.
But we will live few people.
The upper floor is beds, hammocks, other stuff.
Downstairs is for kitchen, toilet/bathroom, and stuff.
I know that I will work in home (or bus), there are plenty of avilable jobs through internet.
I will write and get paid because it will be for some internet news site, and it will show the travelling world of America.
And I will be able to do random computing things, after all, learning Max and shit.
I can also try be a photographer, I would love to make commercials.
And for one thing sure.
The bus will be decorated.
Maybe not black with fire print (Rex), or pink with unicorn with nice smell (Bessie), but it will be decorated.


I'm bored...
Again...
Soon school starts again...
I don't like that thought...
I have to see liards again...
I have to learn to boring side of history (I don't care about the wars between royalitys, when the everyday lifes was twice as fasicinating!


I have to go, sadly.
I'm going to finish tomorrow my homework (after a suicide in a book, you might feel a bit uncomfortable).
And I'm going to finish one or two paintings tomorrow.


Berries,  Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.