I can't concentrate with all of this witchcraft in Angel's Friends.
I'm seriously stuck in the Dark Marilyns thing now.
It's from the summer camp of 2006, if I remember correctly, it was about trying to defeat the Dark Marylins's Israeli coven, and it happened there.
With those weird rhymes, and a fucking sphere.
They also had a sword that was really big and some boy managed to "magically" (remote control) pull it out of a rock.
Oh, it reminds me, all of this thing happens in a summer camp that our math teacher in Ram made for a long (very long) while, so I need to show you an article about the Ram and similar schools like it, it was about preparing for the tests.
I'll show you the questions for preparing, and I'll show you comments, or parts of them.
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I'm on episode twenty two, on twenty one they made the "teachers" fall in love with their "students".
Meaning Misha and Sufus, and Gabe and Raf.
I would've find it funny, but thanks to the amount of underaged-ers (?) who have a romantic relationship with their teacher, not so funny.
It ends up in very bad reputation.
One seven year old got sexually harassed in a school not so far from mine.
I didn't notice it until now, but I didn't give you a link!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2b_LLELRsic&list=PL0A1745621141F208
This is for the current episode, for me it's in a playlist, it should show as a playlist for you too.
It's English dubbed.
I assume that it's the best one for you, because I guess you don't know how to speak Italian, which is the original language.
I wonder if people will ever understand that every girly girl book got the same structure.
Like the pasta with the dreams and night and evil, and Dark Woods Circus.
Oh can you make it more cliche?
I'm talking about episode 23.
As far as I remember, the episodes used to be around 23 minutes long and not 11, maybe they combined them both?
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FUCK WHY AM I NOTICING IT NOW?
This is exactly the way that Victor wore his shirt.
Now please do that funny "I'm a bird" posure!
It's Gabe's outfit, I'm sorry, I just need it in some black-red-brown mixture of colors.
Fuck, forest scene!
The episodes were definitely combined in pairs!
Another Ram tale.
Do not call a couple lovebirds.
Birds have sex painfully.
When the female cheats on the male, and he figured that out, he's going to peck her vagina until the other man's sperm comes out, and then he'll fuck her again.
That doesn't sound like fun, does it?
Stop with those annoying sounds.
It reminds me of slimtime, and when I think about slimtime, I'm thinking about PES's Fresh Guacamole and the fact that the suggestion to watch the sequel of it is never in the suggestion box!
...
All of those years!
I've been waiting for it!
Now, my nine year old self would be so proud of me!
Finally the episode where it ended!
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"Just like a... Police siren!".
Now let me tell you what do I think when I think about it.
I think about the lights that pass in my window and the shadows it creates each time a car passes by.
I think about the competition that an ambulance, a firetruck, and a police car did once, and the police won.
And I think about my English teacher, because so many kids weren't writing on time (I mostly sketched on my notebooks and I quickly wrote everything in my sloppy handwriting style), she joked that she should wear a siren, and for a while she actually made sounds of one.
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I'm on episode 31, what the actual fuck....
....
I feel like another pathetic child of this disgusting culture.
Just lying and living in disguise.
Like the rest of the people that I despise.
I'm sorry I didn't meant it to rhyme.
But seriously, I feel like I'm just another one... That I'm not different than those seven year olds with the Barbie or Bratz or like now, those Monster High dolls, just showing off, and their ridiculous, stupid, and mostly immature, parents of them, cheering them up, to continue with their silly, shallow, behavior.
That's truly revolting.
I am sorry, but I'd rather stay away from there, the sofonys are truly horrifying.
Sofoni, or Sofony, is people who are basically the word for attention seeking, over-excited, western culture lovers, fake makers, bunch of people.
In Israel, be surprised, it's common.
It's also contagious, so beware!
All of those people are making me feel nauseous.
I'm tired of them all.
And the article about the Ram-alike projects, includes the people that impossible-to-understand, the sofonys.
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I'm ugly, and in the past few days, I can't shake this thought off me.
I know it, as it's a fact.
But, still, usually it disappears quickly so I stopped caring about it.
It kinds of comes out all the time, perhaps because got two large mirrors as my sliding doors of my closet, and they are in front of me.
I can't stand myself anymore.
It's fucking torture.
At least I know that it ends.
It always ends.
It's not like it's going to stay forever, I went through it before, so why won't I now?
After all in couple of years from now, I'll be free to do whatever I want, as long as I won't get caught.
But, until then, I got plenty of time (plenty is another word that many classmates of mine had no idea what it meant, funny, there's the difference between curiosity and learning by it, to the need to perfect everything and remember from the book, meaning, the more curious you are, and you fulfill your needs to know, the smarter you are), and all there's left is to practice, and prepare for the day.
Well, I'm going to rant about curiosity and smartness, what I started talking about in the previous paragraph.
The difference between me, and for another student, outstandingly smart one, is that I learn words and their meanings, and I keep looking for more, while he learns from the teacher, from the book.
I can slam words at them and sentences that they won't understand, but I do, because I learned to do it.
His abnormally large smile did not fit his emaciated body, he seemed to looking at her with a malicious look, but he did not have a eyes in his sockets, the way that seemed terrifying to her, it left her shivering in the corner of the asylum, she knew she should not enter this place.
Now, this is something I just made up, it's not scary at all, it's equal to Jose's pasta, it was exhausting.
The fact that they'll never bother to learn even though they aim for perfection is upsetting.
I have a vocabulary that can be compared to the ones that study in the English speakers class, but my grammar, well, the fact that I usually misspell grammar (I write it with an e instead of an a in the end) is a great example, I know to speak better than I write.
....
NO WAY.
IT'S ITALIAN AND WITH ENGLISH SUBTITLES.
The voices...
They are so weird!
Raf...
Andrew...
Actually, the bullies sound better.
And Jennifer, so does she.
Now I know how to say dance in Italian!
And surprise.
And sweet, which I assume you know how to say too, it's "dolce", like in Dolce & Gabbana.
Gabanna means a "hoodied coat" or something like that.
And a vampire.
It's amusing.
And silence.
And monster.
I'm sorry, it's hilarious!
What the fuck am I doing with my life?!
And why the fuck did they match their outfits?
And was it make up, or he used make up on his tattoo?
Maybe I just think too much with Mac's epic commercial with zombie-boy.
....
I need to buy a human.
I looked for one online for a while, and I couldn't find any!
Though, some people think it's acceptable to put the price of 2000 fucking dollars for something so small, or one that seems so worthless.
Example.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BUY A HARMONICA THAT COSTS 2000 DOLLARS.
It's plain stupid, you can get ones for one dollar and the best ones should be 500 max.
Five hundred max, considered it's probably used by XXX, signed by YYY and sent with a piece of ZZZ's body.
But even then, why would anybody pay that much?
NO.
WHY DID I WATCH IT.
I wondered where was the last time I saw something bad happens, and a mirror gets broken, and somebody gets cut.
It's fucking Suicide Room.
Okay, it took me twenty something episodes to understand why it looked so familiar, but over ten episodes later, it's fucking irritating.
When Sulfus does his Body Fly kind of thing, it reminds me of William, when he was virtualized, his hair just blows up, like everybody else's, and the fact that he wears black on daily basis (just like Yumi) does not help to separate them.
Okay, I know how to say basic stuff on Italian, like yes, no, and of course thank you.
Oh this wedding cake it's truly disturbing but cute.
Kind of reminds me the trend of using those singing moving flower candles on their birthday cake.
I had one two.
Well, her illusion is obvious, she's getting married with him thanks to this cake.
I still don't understand, what's the thing with the earthly one shit?
I would've never give up about it.
You won't see me marrying a girl even though I love her if it'll cost me a lot, I'd rather to stay in an offical "girlfriend" thing rather than sacrifice.
That may seem selfish, but it's not stupid.
Stop bleeding you stupid girl.
Wait!
I know who Reina remind me of!
Maria, the original character of what's her name!
I made fanart for her.
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The band is here!
Finally!
I actually wondered when they'll perform.
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Now I just can't stop thinking about telenovelas.
The scene in some telenovela that was on and my grandmother watched, still makes me left, two women bursted into some man's office, and they were obviously pissed off, the man asked him "What? Are you two both on your period?!" the girls looked at each other and said "Yes! But it doesn't matter!" and continued to talk to him about something.
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I can't take this stupid song away from my head.
I tried to solve this case in my usual form, of reading from where it came, and close the cycle, but it didn't work.
It's awful.
I can't stop.
It's in my head, repeating, and images are coming.
I feel like it's just another thing that I've read before that affects me.
The Narrator didn't do anything good to me, it's a beautiful pasta, but in the same time, an awful one for me.
I just became like him.
And I am afraid.
What if I'll be too alike him?
None of it is real, and I am just under stress and fear and those stories got the better of me.
I'm just getting a little insane, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm just thinking to much.
Right?
Because I am completely okay.
Nothing can hurt me, as it's all in my head.
I'm fine.
I'm just overreacting.
There's no logical reason for me to feel this way, it's ridiculous.
I know who wrote the original one, I know the one that first appeared in the media, and I know the
full version that I don't fully understand who wrote it.
I know that the classic one was written by Edgar Allen Poe, but my resource isn't the most truthful for me, as it's in a blog, and this fact she got from a letter.
I don't seem to remember or know who wrote the long version, or if it was him, then who wrote the one that appeared in Disney?
It's still stuck in my head.
The full version, by the voice of a male, it sounds so calm, and soothing, without any intention to harm, but then, you listen closely to the lyrics, these words, unnerving words, they are not as pleasant as they seemed to be at first.
Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
Through all the pain and the sorrows
Weep not poor children
For life is this way
Murdering beauty and passions
Hush now dear children
It must be this way
To weary of life and deceptions
Rest now my children
For soon we'll away
Into the calm and the quiet
Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows.
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I'm not surprised from the fact that most of the comments are made by preteens or younger.
What am I talking about?
All of the comments are made by them.
....
I feel immature, tired, ashamed, and I should never feel ashamed.
Shame is the feeling of the pathetic, of the worthless, of the weak prey.
I shall never feel shame, nor anger.
I should remain pure.
I may feel like a goddess at all time.
Every wound I own shall be healed.
Every action I've made, shall never cause me feel the stupid feeling of regret.
I shall never feel like them.
And if I will, I shall not feel at all.
...
I have no idea what I was talking about before, but I know that I must believe in it, as it is the most truthful thing to be.
Back to that cartoon.
I'm on episode fifty.
He's her fucking father.
Can it possibly be more telenovela like?!
....
I feel hollow again.
I hate it.
It's better than feeling weak and unworthy.
.....
Really?
That's so unfair.
I'm supposed to feel happy, extremely joyful.
I'm supposed to feel grateful.
I'm supposed to go and run to the computer and transfer it all.
But I don't.
Why?
It's wrong.
I'm not even excited.
I'm supposed to forget about everything and just live this moment.
I guess the dread that consumed me, won't let me out, I'm afraid to come out, I want to stay in, I don't want to come outside.
I want to remain inside of myself.
I have to try.
I might smile.
Just once.
.....
I think I'm about to cry, I can think about at least three guys from my school that has longer hair than mine.
Hell, I cant think about too many people with longer hair.
And that's what happens to me, when I watch Fake Your Death's videos.
Okay, I just figured out how happy I am that I'll never have to deal with this shit, in every form.
I'm so glad that I'll never go through this.
YES.
I feel like, a superhero now.
I will never have to deal with these shit.
I'm sorry, I'm interrupting myself.
But try to imagine my brother, this is exactly how it looks when he's hyper after sweets and plays with spies/serial-killers/people-with-guns-that-kill-each-other-but-never-die game.
We just roll and fall and run, and walk weirdly.
I never listened to the text.
D&D.
I got issues with D&D and so does my sister.
But Daniela, this wicked genius, just got 400 nis a week for making up a summer camp of D&D for kids.
I got too much to say.
Especially about cheerleaders.
In Israel we don't have any.
I think about life and their choices, espacially their choices to become actors, or musicians, or artists, or a japanlogist (it's a fancy word for a person with a degree about Japan), like, seriously?
How the fuck did you think you are going to make it.
Let aside make it big, so people will mourn about you for twenty years later (the guy is dead, you don't want him a zombie, stop being such a baby with issues), you won't make it to rent.
You'll be the lower average.
I got to Helena by now.
In Judaism, we don't have coffins, yet we bother to bear our beloved deceased in ground.
It's still in a question whether it's acceptable or not to set the body on fire.
I personally think that forgetting and disrespecting the bodies (they are fucking useless if you don't donate organs!) is okay, but if you love it so much, bury the bodies together, we don't have enough place in every single cemetery, you know.
We aren't in The Bloodkeeper's haunted cemetery where they have fucking place for trees!
I think we should all be like the Druze's when it comes to that.
Fuck the body, it's time to celebrate life.
Okay, now I realize how quick it went from sighing and complaining to sokka's dessert hallucations scene!
I have no why I started thinking about Christians, and Christianity, and YMCA.
But that's me, being me.
And I wonder if it's actually a common thing with those boys of the church that help the priest at stuff, like in Moone Boy, Martin Martin, great name.
I'm kind of scared.
I know there's a dance kind of class in high school.
And I just think about the massive productions that can be in Holocaust day.
Just see the dancers, and the make up artists, and the photography guys, and the directors, and the actors, and the what the hell not gathered in one place.
I'm in the middle of something but I just remember a very imortant thing.
THE FACT THAT ROBBIE FROM GRAVITY FALLS IS A ZOMBIE AND IF YOU DEEPLY THINK ABOUT IT.
ROB ZOMBIE.
You mind is blown.
I knew that something with the guitars distracted me!
The stripes (I have no idea how you are supposed to call them, not in English, nor Hebrew), the ones you use to hang the guitar on your body without suffering with holding your hand in a weird position so it won't fall but you'll be able to play.
It reminds me of when Tomer (kazu swallower boy) brought his three quarters guitar.
It looked so adorable.
Like Ricky playing the drums.
Like this Israeli metal drummer that stayed for a while in the apartment we sttayed in at New York's (the drummer's) girlfriend! She looked stunnning.
I just started to thinking about the filmer's hand, and how I use my hand to not to sign that it's the end of the recording, I use it for refocusing and adjusting the light in the shitty cameras, and I started thinking about the cleaner.
She's truly nice.
Okay, I have no idea why, but I wonder how Noa, Noa, and Alex would look like with short hair and testosterone.
Don't ask me why.
I have no fucking idea.
From some reason I just think about my teacher with her short spike hair at the time with a rubber band around one of the spikes, she was a funny teacher.
She also had a cute girlfriend and a cute dog.
I think her dog's name was Chelsea.
Can we make Chelsea smile?
That was probably the worst- best joke I made up in this entire post.
Just look for chelsea smile make up tutorial.
Things that I understand now that I didn't before.
This black guy's moves were exactly what we needed to do in one of the thousand of dances we needed to learn in a course of seven fucking years.
I'm watching The Ghost of You, and all I can think about is the army and how to avoid it, and all kinds of things I've learned about it.
You have plenty of mighty, great, and mostly devlish ways to avoid doing things.
You can avoid taking guarding shifts by doing XYZ, or dishwashing by XYZ, or any other annoying action.
I also know that there's nothing to do in there, and you just spend time between every shift.
Or you can be in the army's band, which usually is a couple of girls and a couple of guys, many guys go to serve as some weird battling thing they have, I'd rather serve in the information place, yet, I have a feeling that I can fit to super secret kind of shit.
I'm just too quiet about many things.
It's good for me, I'm never at a risk.
And yes, I can manage not talking in this blog about them.
Oh I'm so happy I don't live near a sea, or that I'll be strong enough to serve in Golani.
Those people basically suffer through ickiness.
I'm going to do my best to avoid.
Oh, they actually send the paramedics into the warzone?
I always thought they were away...
Close enough to be ready to take the injured, but far enough to be kept safe.
I guess it's just a video.
I have no idea wh...
WHAT THE FUCK HE BURNT HIS EYELIDS.
JUST LIKE JEFF.
HOW THE FUCK DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE.
There was British guy who served in the army, he got multiple wouds on his face, he burnt his eyelids, and had the first plastic surgery, I didn't read the deatails much, but it seemed like Plastic to me (like in Barbie), so he got some sort of a super-hero like mask (or a racoon mask), and I just freaked out.
Is it his kidney?
Why is this blood black??
Why the fuck I see blue mask in the corner of my eyes, just too freak me out?
I'm pissed off.
Those are HD cameras.
I'm so upset right now
.
I'm sorry, who the fuck sings in a war.
Even in those damn holocaust movies they got limits.
In every documentary army themed...
Actually no, we got some fucked up ones in Israel. Forget that.
But it seems like a normal Jim Carrey behavior.
I have a feeling that the black parade video was slightly inspired by the pride parade.
I mean, in the end the whole scenario is black and white, and mostly darker shades of gray, every year somebody dies in there.
Fuck, it's like on Spongebob, with the Shelly road episode!
Not Squidward's suicide, that was just truly annoying.
Not as much as the fact that gumball's lost episode were on Spanish, or Italian, or Portuguese!
I'm sorry, but in those "raw" videos you can see all kinds of stuff you didn't notice before.
I just want to say:
CAN YOU STOP FUCKING THROW STUFF ON THE GROUND.
THIS IS VALUABLE.
Oh, I just understood those lighting stuff.
I am jealous of them more than I should.
I just used my iPhone's flashlight and covered it in a couple of masking tape layers so it'll make enough light for seeing the devil and the red blob (can we call him
I never noticed that the crowd wears masks.
What the fuck, it just broke in pieces.
That's what happens when you throw things to the ground, or on a moving stage.
Like those skateboards who get hurt while doing something they shouldn't, and they just throw it on the ground, and cry when it breaks.
Same with the guys with guitars, that in the end, ending up breaking their guitars.
From some strange reason I think about the Males with ED section in My Pro Ana, mostly the online boyfriend shit.
I guess I can call you in some other way.
You are my online imaginary friends.
Can they stop this horrifying vandalism?!
Well, I'm stopping on I Don't Love You.
I'm going to post tomorrow.
In three days it's my birthday.
Yay.
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