Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I don't know if you're in therapy yourself (surely hope you aren't, I'd rather purge through throwing up than watch a person that I care about having to be treated for their severe peoblems), but today I accidentally exposed the fact that I endlessly judge myself and hate myself in my head, and frankly it wasn't fun.
Fuck. 
Just said frankly and already my first reaction is that I have to make my other pokemons to reach level 16. 
Why?
My Marshtomp (I chose mudkip as a starter on Emarled), which I named Franco, which sounds like the word. 
I tried to name my pokemons after names from places I've seen or from random beginning and an ending that sounds like a name, sometimes my sim names, example, Lizzie which was my cat that I designed to fit my ill looking sims, which was Oliver McCartney. 
For me it's two family names that matters. 
First, Jamie Oliver, the epic Italian legendary chef. 
The second, Paul McCartney. That died in my movie and got a big stone. 
By the way music and old people and stone, the Rolling Stones recently visited Israel. 
700 NIS for a plain stand-in-the-grass ticket. 
I won't say cheap, but hey, same price like in the rest of the world. 
And at least they were here. 
People should kiss the feet of the person who got them in here, which if I remember correctly, he's a better producer than the other person who wanted to bring them. 

I was thinking two words while I wrote this part because they came as autocorrect. 
Lukewarm and applause.
I have many issues with the word lukewarm, thanks to the epic math teacher in Ram.
He told us that there are few things you just can't do in Hebrew, beat up people, curse people, and to cook.
In English there are dozens of words that are only for the temperture of something, and in French, there's the Ben-Mary, in Hebrew it translates to Miryam's Bath, and trust me, it does NOT sound appealing in any form.
Beat up, we got kick and to push, that's all.
And cursing people.
Most of our words came from different cultures.
Which means I can curse you in more langauges than I thought!
And applause, Lady Gaga's Applause, she celebrated her 28th birthday recently, may I say that she was and still is a big part from my life, for five years she's a goddess to me.
If she would come back to Israel, and I'll be old enough to have a sucker (my more romantic way to call a beloved slave, aka, boyfriends) to pick me up, and I'll lose weight in order to him to pick me up.
I'd like to maintain around 45 forever.
Unless I'm having a baby.
A wanted one.
The first and last time she came was in 2007 if I remember correctly from  her interview in MTV, loves it, Ii watched it fot at least 3 times that I clearly remember.

I'll probably regret it.
But I saw it in every class I entered, Demons of Imagine Dragons.
I'd probably watch afterwards PinkStylist's videos afterwards.
I fucking love this guy.
THE SMILEY ONE IS A LEGEND IN MY OPINION.
Okay, I can't stand this song.
I have big problems with demons.
Why?
There are two ways to kill a demon, one is to burn it, the second to drown it.
If you can't both, you can be putted under a spell so you won't suffer.
Unless you're a blackwell bitch, and not the good kind witch.

I was on Wikihow, and from porceline dolls it ended in a really stupid place where it came to My Chemical Romance, and from that point, I had to fully understand the names.
I understood.
I'm three times more confused.
They had a Bob?
Now I need to find him.
And sing to him.
And bring Michael (a guy) with me.
What will be the song?
Bob the Builder, obviously!
I should stop being obssesed with children TV cartoons.
My sister used to watch Hello Kitty, something with cubes, Dora, Diego, and probably other stuff.
I was one of the only people who was on BBC 24/7?
But the best part is that whenever I make a choclatey thing I can sing "Mix the choclate mix the chocolate לערבב את השוקולדה mix the chocolate mix the chocolate" I wrote in Hebrew.
But back to the thing that I felt truly awful about.
IT WAS A GIRL.
A FUCKING FEMALE.
IN THE CLIPS.
I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS A CUTE LITTLE MINNIE ME OF RAY (I AM CORRECT AND YOU CAN SUCK IT) AND NO, IT WAS A FEMALE.
I WANT TO CRY IN A CORNER IN SHAME.
NO!
I want to commit suicide Samurai style!
But first I need to create a band, becaome the vocalist, and learn Japanese.
And to suggest 1000 ways to die to use it.
Bands and Japan are always ending up in 1000 ways to die.
By the way, it will be a cool way to die, I always thought so, since I was seven.

You know that I would never know it if I ddn't went to their Wikipedia page on Hebrew (it got the Israeli information, like, concerts that got cancelled), wait, where the fuck is it?
THAT PIECE OF INFORMATION MATTERS FOR ME YOU BITCHY WIKIPEDIAN!

Okay, it cheered me up.
The comments on ynet is plain fun.
You can't stop, I just didn't bother to read the arcticle, I know it's mostly topics I don't really care about.
If you don't have a really funny thing or amazing thing to show me.
Example.
Somebody had a testicle cancer, and became a doctor, and had a gorgeous ginger daughter who's actually a lesbian, and then have a son from sperm donation, because you were the test tube, and his name is Henry, and now you're a big fucked up beyond repairing family and that's the real reason they broke up.
I'm sorry, I love JHC too much.
At least it wasn't Suicide Room.

Well, I have to stop now, it's bedtime (soon it's holiday so it won't matter and I'll probably hear Holiday to celebrate it), I got a plan.
Tomorrow, shower after school, going to Helena (WHAT IF HELENA... you know where it's going to, so nevermind), showering including head, hearing Holiday of Greenday, and trying to read the most from the comments.
Can we call it an eyegasm?
Just a question.


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