Motherfucking shipping

Yesterday I went to movie with Yuval (the boy that was called gay since I remember him, and bullied by random shit, and he's a fucking awesome performer), and Keren.
The movie is The Starving Games.
At first that I heard the name I was sure that it will be a anorexia-bulmia-any other eating disorder that icluding starvation, or it can be what I do to the sims I hate (more inhumane version of Don't Drop the Alien!), but no.
It was a parody for The Hunger Games.
I won't give it five stars.. Nor four.
It was funny half the time it tried to be funny.
I really liked that purple haired guy, he's physical expression of happiness might be a great form to show what's the human Grumpy Cat would look like.

Tomorrow is the celiac test.
It's also blood check.
And my tear controlling test (another huge part I have to manage doing to destroy my emotions who are a terrible source of gaining weight).

So far I'm going better with emotion controlling.
I almost had that complete face of before tears, but now my face was only in the pre phase, so it's better, I distracted myself with hurting my fingers with my nails, causing a half crescent shaped marks on the tip of my fingers.

I think it's good, today we did a hurdles run.
My special gifted ways to hurt myself worked wonderfully.
I don't know how it is physically possible, but I slammed down many of those barriers with my ankles.
Ouch is a great word to describe it.
It hurt to walk for a while.


I haven't posted the day before, but it was mostly complaining about the stupidly high shipping prices!
You want me to buy your stupid merchandise to have extra money, it's great, but it's not fair that the shipping will be high as the item price (25 fucking dollars!).
So, guess what I did?
After the movie we had some time.
So we went to the pretty nice random shirts and pins and posters store and the other smaller poster store.
They didn't have much.
Most of the store was full with One Direction shit.
It was incredibly hard to find nice pins.
It was like that:
90% One Ddirection
5% Memes and online
1.5% Random bands (not the most popular ones, in any genre, but anyway).
1% Gay rights and alike
0.5% Avenged Sevenfold.
The rest (2%) is leftovers from older movies and alike.

I'm still assosiating any kind of Joker shit (espacially cards), with the most creepy card ever.
It's a joker card that sits on the moon and have goggles.
HE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING RAPIST.

And back to the main story.
In that shop he mentioned that he make prints too.
And I got one.
On Thursday I'll wear it.

I don't want to live.
I want to sleep.
I want to enjoy.

I think I'll hear some new music, and read about things.
Yay for nothing.

I would rather read Night Star.
But  I won't...
Why?
I need to finish Alice In Wonderland.
I hope I'll end it soon


I'm now digging on youtube sad stories.
All I see is perfection.
White beautiful skin...
With pretty straight blonde hair...
And skinny little body.
And then I look at myself...
Fat, black, without any bit of proportion.
Just ugly.

I'm going to buy a scale.
A new electronic shop is in the street, and they sell one.
I'm going to hide it.
Obivously why.
But I'll have to know about my Celiac first.
To just be able to sort things out, like what I can, and check up what's the difference.
If I'll lose weight, or my hair wil grow straight, or it will be thick!
Maybe I'll discover that I'm a fucking vampire...
But the chances are low.

I'm sorry for the disgusting fact, but I think I ate something bad, because I spent the last 10 minutes in the toilet, and it was hard...

Well....
I have nothing much to say.
I'm better at drawing, but having harder time with the digital ways.
And tomorrow I'm going to check if I have celiac, and the answers is supposed to be recived after a month+.
And I'm watching now youtube sad shit, and Chatroom.
The tumblr people were right..
It's not close much.

Though, if I want to know about foreign (mostly French, and sometimes German, and a little bit from the rest of Europe) movies, I can always take a look from my building to the street's cinema (I have one really close to my house), and check up what's new.

I want to go soon to Skaeboarding.
I might give a call to Maya S.
If not, I'll go by myself, with music, and water, and skateboard, and cellphone, and bus card, and money, and that's it.

Well, I guess this is another goodbye (and I really hate those depression poems of -goodnight -goodbye and you never noticed shit, because goodbye you say when you leave).

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