SAIING

Few days ago, I wanted to write that I don't get why teens are so damn stressed, like, life is super easy, and I say it, a girl that is going under having the ebst behaviour so I won't be kicked out of sports class, excelent grades and making all the homework so I won't be kicked out of Ram (that school I go to for extra interesting shit), and sports so I won't be kicked out of sports class (it's about sports after all, you know), and I need to still be a social minimum person, happy, must go to the monthly meetings so next year I'll be the main parts of the voulnteering of library white-nights, and still practicing with the guitar (my fingers ca't fucking stretch and still be tightened on 7 bridge finger 8 and pinky 11), not sharing too much, not telling all the truth to my psychologist (I truly hate her, and I keep it in), I have too much to carry and I'm fine with that.

Until that point.

Then, my mother (my father doesn't give much shit, he was what's called "bad boy" when he was younger, seriously, popular, tough, goofy, athelthic, smart, just like those guys everybody wants to be around), she yells at me to keep up when I'm not in school! How to fuck am I supposed to do that?!
Send my spiritual self to the school and physically be in Ram?!
I can't do that shit.
I can't be me, and be that girl everybody expecting me to be, because if I'll be her, I'll be punished.

This blog have another use, for me when I'll be a mother, to remember what my children can possibly feel...
And to check up their bodies, and their weight, and pretty much everything.

I really understand people who just come to their room and fucking crash.
I'm one.
I really hate being in this all.
I hate pants, and I have to wear them, at home, never pants, only panties.
And I hate to tie my hair in a stupid bun, so I make braids, or let it be free.
Outside, nobody can know my music style, seriously nobody, at home, well, heaphones on full, speakers on full, everything full volumed.
I hate to draw outside, at home, fuck this shit, I'm Saiing everything I can.

And when I say home, I also mean my comfort zone area.

In some point school will be a part of it too.
But for now, not really.


I really like SAI, I just started a charcter, anime obviously, and I started:

I like it, I think I did a great job with the hair, considering the touch screen, and the random barely refrenced one (those are my insparations:Anime girl and with the other shit I'll do, because this is the rough hair sketch up layer, it's mostly ghost town album covers, for the background, and i'll find more).
I really like it.

Today in ram, our first period changed from that unexplainable thing, to robotics, it was awesome.
Me and a girl who is considered quite dorky, I asked her to be with me, we built a pretty cool robot, it worked... Kind of.
And in the end, he showed us a pretty awesome short animation (I loved the graphics), it's called Kara, if I remember correctly.

Then, Chinese.
I'm having hard time learning two different new languages at the same time, so my Mandarin is bu mei hao (not good).
And I was quite delayed because this shit is hard.

Then, animation, it was fun as the first one.
We wrote a script about a red ball, and watched two short stopmotions before, was nice, quite depressing themes, one reminded me that episode of doctor who and that girl that needed to sing to that big sun looking planet.

And on animation, after writing my script, I had time for her to check me up, so I started to try some spriting mario and a green shroom, it went up not as good as I wished it to be, but pretty good, not as lame as it could've been.
And then I talked a lot with Daniella (the dorky girl).


I'm really getting along with people.
It's one of the beautiful wonders of becoming a teen.
Not like that curse of that weird period that only comes when it's annoying...
Example, the photoshooting day (also known in Hebrew, period picture day, making it funny), April's foold (I was a fool that day and bought the wrong pads), when I'm going to ski, when I'm in Greece (and after getting soaked seeing a roach), and pretty much more shit.


I'm not sorry if you're a guy that reads it, but you should know that disgusting shit.
It happens, and we suffer, and you can suffer also from getting kicked in the balls, so it's a lose-lose (or win-win, up to you).

Have fun with doing your shit!

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