Not calm

Today, in school, we've been told, that somebody from the other sport class wants to move to ours.
We don't know if it's a guy or a girl, we have no idea.
But if it would be somebody, you know who I want it to be.

And that same one girl I wanted it to be, barely coming to school, always late, and to sports she's not making it most of time, who have she became?
I have no idea, but she changed, and that thing that makes her so bitter and moody (I can only wish moody for good), and it scares me, for real, I'm terrifyed, who can know what she's going through?!

In other news, we started playing the giant and the dwarf (however you call it, but it's the game that you bring anonmiously a gift to another and give a hint if you want to, and your giant does the same to his giant and it's super fun), and I get lolipops!
Yay!
I love lolipops! They are way better than gums and those hard candies, it's also quiet satisfying, and sweet! I spend about 10-20 minutes on sucking it, and I don't have to eat.
It's even making me happier.


FUCK MY MOTHER.
SERIOUSLY.
She's yelling at me when I say that I don't care about bullshit she's talking about!
I DON'T FUCKING CARE, AND WHEN YOU DON'T CARE I'M PUNISHED FOR TALKING, BUT WHEN I DON'T I'M PUNISHED FOR HAVING MY OWN THOUGHTS.
Who cares?
Right now I'm on survival mode, before I'd fucking crash, or die from being stressed.
I don't have enough time.
I have to waste my breaks to complete my homework so I'll save time for posting (you see how much I care about this beautiful place?), I try my hardest to please people, but guess what? It's way harder when you don't know even where will you be sleeping the night and when, I live without knowing what I'm about to do next hour!

I just want to make the time go fast, I can't stand it any longer!
For amusement and passing time, I write ways to die, and it's actaully making me more creative, I have about 40 something ways, the first ones are what you see in the news, I made some for "animal lovers".
Dancing with a bear with bacon boxers...
Fuck a hungry tiger (I wonder how it will end, actually).
Watch Twilight.... In some point you'll die. (I made it also with Kesha's songs).
Bleed to death from a knfe in the guts. (It was a thing in Japan if you was humliated and brought shame to the family).


I just have no fucking body to trust, and people expect me to smile, when the one that I actually care about is acting strangely, and I don't get enough sleep or food or chocolate, I just find myself wanting to die, and read arcticles.


By the way, did you knew that in the peaceful lands research, about who is the calmest, we were the fourth place... From the end.
And I'm not surprised, maybe towards the outside of us with another countries we would be in a better ranking, but in the inside, it's what people call a brothers war.


Do you know those underaged people who act like that grape juice was some alcohol or something?
They take a loud sip, then they make some weird gasping which is loud as well, and a bonus "Strong" with some faking a smoker voice after 5 packs a day for fourty years.
I like to laugh about it, and about their fellow hoes, which chewing gum like a fucking cow, and meanwhile talk and shout at the same time, and walk like duck that matches their lip surgery that make their face look like a duck too....

What can I say?
I understand the guy better.

And that guy, I don't know his name, but I know many because my grandma used to be for him in the school she worked for.
This guy used to be a coward, and a bad drawer, when he was eight, when all the dudes played soccer, she let him to draw in her house, and he drew like we used to draw and now we think "How could we think it's pretty?!" things.
Then, when he grew up, he became a tattoo artist (pretty much the complete opposite), and in America.
After a long while, when he had a family, he wanted to move back to  Israel (as expected from everybody who move somewhere for his life when he spent his childhood in Israel), and he was shocked, the culture in here was awful, well, I'm not surprised when every second guy ask to wear Hai on his chest (it something in the sippers and gum cows tradition) and every second girl asks for meaningless Chineese symbol on her back.
So he moved back to America.


I think that those people (hoe-cows and Hai-sippers) are pretty much in the top 5 kind of people that are the most misunderstood.
Seriously.
How do you expect huamns with hygeine and style of a fucking monkey (sometimes hairy as well), to be like normal considered humans?


Have I mentioned that I'm actaually good at moral songs?
I made one for some bitch birthday, and all the girls remember it (though it was about 4 years), and it was 10 cm less.
So, I made another one.
Just that this one is fucking awful.
Do you know those annoting moral songs like 100 milk bottles and whatever?
We have this song with apples on tree and then they fall and explode.
I just changed one word, and it changed the whole meaning.
100 Shahidis on the tree on fell and exploded.
It rhymes in Hebrw, but got awful meaning in every language.


My sister and I now digging Spore.
You have no idea how much will love to kill aliens.
I made a mini game, it's called don't drop the alien, and it's the best with sounds.
You go to a planet (doesn't really matter where) with animals (you can see it when you go to a planet and in the map thingy press that globe button and look for herbivores or carnivores omnivores), then you take the abduct tool, and take one, make sure you put it in the middle of nowhere but that it can live there, and then, the game is starterd, you abduct and stop, then when it's screaming in the air (it's the fun part, when he's yelling for help, I think that the sloth looking creature got the funniest screaming), you use the abaduct again and throw it, and over and over, until it dies.
It's better than throwing babies in the air, don't you think?


Wow, even he can be so stupid?
Seriously, Jewish religous people aren't scared to death from love.
They do feel love.
But, they don't express it like us, so yes, they say I love you, and if sex, it's for babies (what's the fun of the same boring position each time, I'll never get it), and it's rare when they actually do a thing.
We, the people who don't give a single fuck about what we should or shouldn't do with love, probably doing it in different ways, but there is no fucking way I'll describe sex (not now, for sure), the closest thing to describing something like that, is that the narroator in the puberty video they brought us in the 6th grade (we already knew all the story since the second grade, so it didn't matter), and when she said what's masturabating, she still had that serious voice, but when she said handjob/blowjob/however you call it in your slang she had that giggle of "I just read handjob to a video that shows how they do it"

Well I'm done. 

Tomorrow I have genius school (yay!) and on four I have a practice (not yay!) and around six I have a guitar lesson (half yay!) and just imagine me barreling against the autocorrect trying to say gay instead of yay. 

Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.