MG

Hello.
I have many things to say.
But let's start like the everyday platform, like the first blogs second intention was (the first one was fame with social and pop culture media, now it's my life whether you like it or not), and let's start.
I woke up at 5:12.
It's quite late, to be honest.
I really want it early.
Because it gives me time.

I like to do crunches lately.
So today I did around 55-60 this morning.
I'm planning on another set in the shower.
I really want toned stomach, and since fat loss is equal on the body, I do my favorite.
And the fact I'm eating less carbs than before.
Just energizes me!
Like, yeah, my heart was kind of weird again, but it's happens when I'm doing a habitual change.
I don't even know how to describe it well, like, it feels like it's struggling to make a beat, and it's a bit in my lungs, like it's out of place.
And it hurts, but I can cope with it.

So, I watched some TV, and got down from my bed (I wish it was "got up", but my bed is around 1.80 meter tall, so I have to go down the ladder), I was on the computer.
I still have a lot of things to do with the drawing.
I just finished the turquoise hair, and I'm trying to find a decent matching color.
Right now I plan on some purple and some brown.
Well, when I'll decide, I'll decide.

So then I got to school.
My breakfast was 2-3 biscuits (yum!), and I think I took gum or lettuce, but I'm never sure.
And tea, my beloved wild raspberry (it's quite weird, because it makes my tongue even more rough! and it's more pain than pleasure with sugar, because it doesn't taste good, maybe lemon sugar will do differently), and I went out.
I walked, and after short while the bus came, I was going through tumblr, reblogging things so I'll see them later.

Then sports, I was happy to know it was Volleyball, and instead of being with Lihi, I was with Shira, we are a pretty good team together.

I enjoyed at the first round of the game, mostly because the other team set the balls almost all the time to center back, which was my beautiful place!
We didn't win, but it was a very good game.
The second one was a re-pick, it was quite boring, because no ball came towards me, so I was very, very, very bored.
But it was more moving and warming than navigation.
The girls stopped giving a shit about the teacher, and they were at their phone all the time.
I listened from time to time, and texted to my mother about the purchases on the market, because  I needed a new case, and everything wasn't my kind of style, so I have a terribly bright colored one, that will get easily lost in my closet, because it looks a bit like it's a part from a matching accessory outfit to my cool lion shirt (great, why won't to pick the color scheme that fits my clothing), but it was or that, or some alligator skin patterned one.
WHICH WAS EVERYTHING BUT NICE.
It was simply trashy, and disgusting.
And it was fucking bright blue.
What the fuck?
It was prettier on some wooden camouflage one, like black, or brown, or dark olive green.

So, sadly, there were no shirts.
Everything were those ugly fucking winter-fall weird clothing.
I hate winter for that.
All I want, is a nice pair of jeans or leggings, a short shirt, and a hoodie, that's winter to me.
Why do people must have 4000 euro fur coat?
What the fuck people?
Who even likes that season?
It just a nice reminder that the next holdiay is in around four months.
And it's only for two days anyway.
Fuck you winter.

I'm cold.
But I like it.
Those chills I get randomlly are weird, and they are nice.
Like a weird smelling gift, but it's only a really cool printed shirt.
Like the angry birds I got from Gal for my ninth birthday.
I really want to do nothing this year.
It will lend on Tuesday, by the georgian calender.
But since "we're" Jewish, my mother counts it by the hebrew one (hello people, we passed that ancient lies for like, nice few centuries ago, and those people got burnt to death by the church, like many other thing, I wish I was in charge of the church, not a priest, but something even stupider, like, the head killer, and just kill "Witches" and another stuff alike), so It will land on the holiday.
Well.
I just want to get to meet Demian with the unpronoucable family name who is a chocolater in London, and tell him his "geniousity" is the most stupid thing on earth, because if you want to make you chocolatic snack (truffle, in my case) dairy free, you do it with water.
And nobody gives a fuck that you did it to "keep the rich flavour of the chocolate", because darling (mocking him and his accent, with British accent, because it easily annoyes them), this is probably because one day you were out of milk, and some annoying upper class human being complimented you for the geniousity.
YOU WORK IS BULLSHIT.
But I do like the fact you grow your own cocoa seeds.


So, then, math.
I like math.
I'm good at it.
And it's easy for me.
I calculate the multiplies really fast.
Why?
I calculate calories fast as much as possible, so I have to know to divide quickly and multiply even faster.
On the 500 ml zero bottle there is 1.5 calories.
And it's really satisfying, so it's good.

Math is fun.

Then, I went with Maya DS, and Maya G, to an ice cream place.
I regret picking capucinno.
It tasted like barely mixed coffee.
You could still feel that powder.
And it was disgusting.
At least the berries were good.
I should've get an popsicle.
It's better.
I'll write a note.
So when I'll need information, I'll get it from the search box on the iPhone.
Smart, isn't it?

So, than, after some relaxing, I cut a saloof to size changing triangles, and dipped them in my salsa.
It was nothing like the doritos way.
The salse tasted like the least spicy schoog (it's a lot like salsa, but it can be green, and it will burn your tongue, if you eat in the wrong proportions, which is not recommended)), and it was a quite weird combination between Yemen and Iraq.
Somebody should open a restraunt with those meals.
I volunteer as your chef.


So, then, Guitar.
I suck.
As the usual.
But weird thing.
I remembered the harder things in that music and not the simpler parts (like, the weirder shaped are burnt in my braid, but only one note I forget, I feel like a retard tamagutchi, I'm going to lay an egg in five days).
So, my bridges are slwoly getting better.
But I don't know if it's still the clarinet fuck up.
When I played the clarinet, I had to hold my fingers with some weird shape.
The opposite of Guitar.
Over two years passed.
And my fingers are fucked up.
Fucking stupid motorical ways.

I did 65 crunches in the shower.
It was nice.
I was supposed to do 30 and 30.
But I decided to be hundred precent sure that it was at least 120  for the day.


Well, I forgot what I wanted to say.
Awkward.
So it's the end.


WAIT.
I remember!

I invited Maya S and Mya G to come to my place so we'll make cookies together.
They liked the taste.
I didn't.
I don't like flour.
I like my food with fats and protein and viatmins.
I want some cous cous tomorrow, I'll eat them with tomato soup.

Well.
I really hated it when they came.
Acutually.
When Maya G came.
She is nothing else but a fucking copy of MB.
Just shallow.
She's even infecting Maya DS.
gladly, in this insanity I have Keren (Keren, Oh Keren), which is my friend, she became my best friend.
And thats weird, because we aren't close.
Well.
That's what I got from life.
And that's what I take.
When I left a liar, betrayer, hurting devil who pretended to be my best friend, another person who was my best friend become one.
Oh the fucking joy or ironic acts.
It's not what I expected.
But fuck it.

Chills attack!

So, what am  I supposed to do, now?
Like.
I have barely time to do anything.
I have to finish tomorrow my book report (fucking stupid idea to me, if I'd like to read, I'd read my own books for my own pleasure, because night star that's on my shelf is begging me to read it, and same with  Becka's book, because I have to know Patch from beginning.

I hate people who make me hate myself.
Like MG (nice nickname, if Yali is Mega Bitch=MB, MG fits perfectly!).
Thinks she's fat and saying it out loud, I guess she feels joy when making me suffer knowing that I'm fatter than her, and she knows she's not fat.
When she says hurtful lies.
When she blames everybody.
When she laughs at you.
When she detroys your life when you are not looking.
Oh, why?

This thing better to gather it's shit together and pay off when I'll escape that hell I'm calling "my country".
So.
While I'm half the time staring in some weird sketch I made in school.
It's almost eleven.
So it's goodnight for the blog.

And for me it's an invatation for waiting that cinderella will drop her stupid shoe.
I think Disney Channel should put cinderella on Wednessday nights, so when the movie's midnight strikes, the midnight in real life strikes!
BAM.
*GETTING SO MANY PROMOTIONS THAT I BECOME THE BOSS*
My first command is to make Mickey Evil again.
Because fuck yes.
As it was supposed to be from the first place.


Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it