Feel.

Okay, that's, umm... Okay?
Goth family on Wife Swap US (1 of 2).
I don't mind going into cemeteries, but I haven't seen so far that they said that they teach the kids that celebrating life is a legitimate idea to think about in there.
Well, being a gothic person doesn't mean that you necessarily have to go there, and simply don't speak about it. It's kind of disrespecting, because somebody might be there, trying to get intimate with his dead person, that it used to love, and you, you're having a nice and happy picnic fun, for another person, it just destroys everything.

Okay, well, few stuff.
I can't a lot of things about them.
Being a bully to your children is not acceptable, you're fucking immature, and people like them shouldn't be parents with this parenting, and I can give you other options to be supportive.
And the other ones aren't all perfect, don't you ever listen to your kids, Alec (that's his name? I'm not sure) wants to try something, currently it's just sad, and you're raising children, that will be so much different than you, as always, parents raise the complete opposite children.

I'm going to proof it in a couple of years, with other people.

I don't enjoy that stuff.

Actually, Alec reminds me of somebody!
Tomer! A guy from Ram, wow, last year, he had a very long and beautiful hair, longer than Alec, and it had more highlights, and he cut it off, no he got a hairstyle that slightly reminds me of The Beatles, and it's really gorgeous, it fits him so well, so did the long one, but I don't know, this year he got so much happier, and less tired, and it's beautiful.
His newfound positivity that's showing and radiating happiness everywhere, not the hair.


Well, both families lack creativity, and has no acceptance in their blood, that's awful.
Want creativity? Have some acceptance for a start, because right now? You're making more harm than good.

....

Okay, I simply did NOT see it coming!
10 MIND-BLOWING Video Game Theories! From Matthew Santoro, and fuck, number 9.
NUMBER FUCKING NINE.
MAJORA'S MASK.
M A J O R A ' S   M A S K .
Maybe because that it was my first CP to read, maybe it's just because that it reminds me of some spookier version of Code Lyoko, but from any reason that it might be, it's freaky.


.....

You're quite awful for a girl that would be thirteen in one day.
I understand that my niceness is a pretty nice surface to step on, but come on, and people wonder why I try to isolate myself.
Those traitors.
How am I supposed to think that what you say is true when all you tell are lies? Telling me all those hollow compliments, and all you truly want, is to dominate me.
Well, I'm not your fukcing bitch, even though that you recently named me a bitch.

Where is she, when I need her the most?!
Why did she left me?!
Why do I always bring the worst to me? What is that even called?
I don't want this to happen, it's not even masochism, is it some subconscious sadism, with my helpless attempts to aim it on me, so I won't hurt others?

I feel hollow when I'm alone, why? Well, the beautiful illusionary bubble pops and my mask is invisible, and suddenly, I understand how pathetic I am, trying to fill the piece you took away from me, with friends, and avoid all the mistakes that I've done with you, because you'd never return to me, would you?
I suddenly became a good listener, after I learned how to be one, and understood, that all the time, you needed one.
I suddenly had a friend who sings beautifully, but ashamed in it's voice, and wants to have the voice of someone that's close to it.
I suddenly started to find people, who have a small piece that reminds me of you.
Every single thing about you.
From the beginning of being dragged by people who'd harm you, to the end, where your mental health is in such a big risk that people drugged you to numbness before you'd hurt yourself.
I have those friends who are you.
But something is always missing, and I guess that you know that... It's you.

I feel empty, so fucking empty without you, that I don't think that I'd never let go.
I just need you that badly, because, guess fucking what? With all of your downsides, and stories, you were the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
I hate myself right now,  I made you leave, and now because of my personality, she hurt us, bad, and destroyed you.
And I wish that it was all her fault, it might've made it easier to me, but it's not this way.
And I know that it's mine.
From the beginning it was me, wasn't it?
I should die, I don't deserve life if that's what I do in them, cause another to want to end them...

I'm now unable to be normal, I'm now some sort of a freaky mixture of myself, not that good tomboy, or that bitchy girly girl, or that strange mood swinging girl who blushed three times at that phase, for the first time in her life.
I want to stop it all.
Now I'm nothing and everything all at once, and it's frustrating.
I hope it's just puberty, not a permanent fuck-up.

I can't live with hurting things badly, without meaning to do it.


Before I continue, and before my next wave of emotions, a funny thing, to ease and enlighten the mood, on Thursday, at the practice, I noticed Daniel's shirt, it seemed like a more colorful and childish version of the famous The Dark Side of the Moon's cover, the album of Pink Floyd, surprised, I asked her if she listens to Pink Floyd, she seemed baffled and looked at me and said "No." now, what should I say?
People these days, amaze me.
Like that album is one of the most famous ones on 2014, just as the phases of the moon shirts, and The Hunger Games quotes, and hipsters, and people, it's quite awful to wear something that you don't know it's meaning.
Right now, it explains why I wear only 3 types of shirts, school shirts, band-shirts, and plain colored shirts.
That's it.


Back to mood, well, I don't know what to do.
I caused you to feel this way.
I deserve any punishment, even an eternity of your hatred on me.
But please, just once, tell me everything.
Anything you can tell me, I need it, after all, even if you'd stay that you hate me, wholeheartedly, it'd hurt less than being ignored by you.


I don't know what to say, I can not feel, nor think about it anymore, I don't know why.
I guess that it's better this way

I can't do anything anymore....


.........


Okay, I drew two things that I was proud of, one isn't finished, the other is, I don't know if I'd publish or not, but for now I watch a video named Ukraine got Talent - strip dance. incredible performance.
In Israel, a stereotype about Russians and Ukrainians is that the females are very slutty/sensual or that they're just whores.
Not true, obviously, teenage girls are whoring themselves, it works pretty good for them, I'm not against it, as you know for a while.
I assume that if I could start, then, for me, it'd be more of a high-class prostitute, I have standards.


I guess it's over.

Friday

I simply don't react well for people who see everything I do!
My limits are tested every fucking day.
Don't look at me, just don't!
Until I feel comfortable-ish with talking to somebody, somebody else has to corrupt the process, ain't it this way?!
I'm tired of it, I want to talk freely, with a friend, without having to even think about it.
Now,  I'm a fucking hider, I need to burn and dispose everything I do after I finish it.
I'm not like everybody that it's ashamed, it doesn't know where to bear itself, well, I literally want to.
I feel like my world is collapsing each time that it happens.
I'm seriously incapable of being judged, and I'm a judgemental person, which makes it worse, because I can't do what I want others to do.
Well, I assume that I'd live in a fucking bubble forever.

May I stop hear myself thinking (I'm so happy that I can raise the volume when I hear music) and I'll begin with writing about my day, and the day before.

Yesterday, I arrived late to the Ram event, and I started to panic, because I thought that.
OH FUCK IT WAS ALL MY OWN FAULT.
WHY DO I ALWAYS BRING PAIN TO MYSELF?!
I'd explain later.
But I thought that I'd get some rough feedback for being late.
I was preparing myself for a bad feeling, and nervousness, after seeing that the teacher was late, I just dragged my body down the wall to sit down, preparations are exhausting!
I talked a bit to the other kids (all of them are ninth graders, and their personalities are different, so I can't generalize them, much) and suddenly, Tal (the teacher with the long description) came out, said hi, I replied as well, and after a minute, Sharon and Ayelet came out, and hugged me, I quickly curled into a ball, I'm not a hugger, and I didn't know what they were doing, after all, they just came out of their classroom and hugged me, without any apparent reason.
I asked them why are they hugging me, and hear this out, it's worth it "Tal said that you seemed grumpy and that you needed a hug", now, please, try to imagine my reaction.
Gah-doh-bah? Is a good reaction, that will describe everything that passed in my head.
I was so confused.
How? What? Okay, another reason to stay at Ram, you'll never understand the mysteries of the people who teach their (or learn/ed there) but you'd stay to make the best of it.

Fast forward to the point where the teacher comes, we learned some cool nunchaku tricks!
We practiced with softer ones, and then with wooden ones.
After managing to be able to physically hurt some air, we learned how to stab, and avoiding being stabbed.
That was magical, and I was pinned to the ground at some point by the teacher, who used me as an example, my neck just made the crispiest noise I've ever heard!
After food, we enjoyed watching an epic movie, named Big Fish, by Tim Burton.
I WAS AMAZED BY THE PLOT, AND HOW COLORFUL AND BEAUTIFUL IT WAS.
Most of the movie we talked, and nobody cared about it, because we were the only ones who actually watched the movie.
We also laughed a lot, and we is Daniela, Sharon, and I.

After the movie's end (please watch it, you'll thank me later), we watched some partly-bad translated movies, and it was okay-ish.
The best part is when they translated College Humor into College Hammer, that was stupid, ridiculous, and made me wonder, what the actual fuck?
We watched a part from their Badman, and a part from other movies or other visual things (they translated Dumb Ways To Die as well) and we watched some presentations and performances of the jugglers.
We also watched our animation movie, and the epic movie of the ninth graders, Godzilla, that was made from toys, lego people, and Haim, the place-keeper, well, not a place-keeper, more like a utility, and a crew member, from the strange amount of people in that school.


Well, before I'd explain why it was my fault (even though that it's not important), I'm going to continue.

Today I woke up later than what I usually do, at seven, well, a little earlier, but still, I wake up at five am.
I plugged my phone in, and went to read some "lovely" news.
As I came to school, I enjoyed with some conversations, and played soccer.
It was all cute and fun, until I kicked the ball into a ninth grader's nose.
I didn't see him, and I kicked it quite powerfully, so, I started to seriously hate myself, and feel awful, and I just couldn't take the thought of hurting myself, because I hurt him, I should at least feel physical pain just as much.
I almost cried, I'm not even kidding.
Gladly, Yael calmed me down, and Shani, without her to notice, did as well.
Then some dodgeball, that I was great at, and then a game.
I didn't care much about the game, so I suffered.

Afterwards, I went to Yael's for making the Arabic project, for the second time, because on the first we had a lot of grammar issues and alike.
Gladly, she let us to fix it.

Yael told me today, that Shira is afraid of me.
I was confused and slightly hurt at first, after all, I don't want to be feared by the one who I love, I want to be feared by the ones who brought me torture, and there aren't many that are left with this title, and the X on their forehead that I gave them.
Yael explained that it's because that Shira thinks that I'm going to replace her as Yael's best friend.

Pffft, me and my trust issues?
Funny, very funny.
I can't trust people anymore because of what everybody did to me! When people turn their back on you, over and over, you just don't seem to feel anything with people, and don't want to do anything that relates to them.

But it's quite nice, that people think that you are normal.
One of my closer friends, is a girl who used to be suicidal (I really hope it's used to rather than still is) and she has a lot of mental dysfunctions, and she's epic.
She has a problem with English, her brain is unable to learn it (I'm really interested about how?) and she is very childish, and not as a choice, sort of a brain dysfunction, or a mental illness, and she tried very hard to find friends, but when you're an outcast, that by every single thing that you possibly are makes you a target for being bullied, you can't find any.

I'm so glad that my teacher brought us to sit together.
I can understand why nobody from her class bothers to communicate with her, but it's better for her, I don't want her to get hurt by those filthy and freezy hearted children, she's not as low as them.
She's average when it comes to more "simple" things like her hatred for math, and her affection for One Direction (rocking the world with ultimately depressing lyrics that just scream "give those fans some mental help!") and how simple and amazing she is.
She is a wonderful girl.
Only because that I know about her problems, who make her to be who she is, and that it's her personality and not a mask, it makes me enjoy her company.
I get along with people who are who they are, and that I know that they can't change, and won't change.
I enjoy them better this way.



I just don't get it, I made a ninth grader to nosebleed.
Or that I'm the strongest person at school, or I'm the biggest failure in it.
It's all matter of your point of view.
I can legitimately hurt older kids, but I don't want to.

Even though that on the nunchuck lesson, we learned how to avoid stabs, meaning, I attempted to pierce a lung with a fucking dagger shaped silicone weapon.

......


I HATE EVERY SINGLE ADVERTISING BANNER THAT DISTURBS MY EVERYTHING

Quizzes

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Okay, here comes a strange post!

Oh, why?
Each time that I see a new commercial that seems unusual, I watch it, sadly, this time, it was for something called "Super Pharm Young".
I guess that it's some commercial for increasing the target market age area, probably they think that only "older" women buy there (35+).
But, don't they understand that it'd be simpler to open a new brand, and open it, outside their stores?
Most younger girls (14-35) will buy at professional shops or will go to the cheapest, don't forget that there is barely money left.
You can't try something work after it failed, miserably, Super Pharm should give up on attracting the youth, the only event they can attract them, is on their festivals, and even then, just maybe.
Beauty city held a large amount of arsses (oh, so many! It was horrifying!), in their case, quantity over quality, isn't it?

I'm sorry for not making it very comfortable, but do you see that girl there?
She's splashing her face.
I don't know if you saw it, but one time at Smosh, they made a sketch, where Anthony got a job as a commercial model, and he needed to splash his face.
I thought that they were kidding.
They didn't!

Well, that's awful, in the left screen, on the picture with the splashing girl, I was reading a comment, it's about that one time, when a mother took her son with her (I don't know why), he climbed on utility pole, got electrocuted, died, and when the story came to the court, instead of sending the mother to prison, for being so careless, the country had to place protectors on every single pole.
Now, if that's not awful law system, then I don't know what is.

Oh, and another thing, a person who's a friend of a person from the Arab sector, and he told him, that it's quite common that a person will drive over a child on purpose, why?
Well, that part makes more sense, since there are a lot of in family marriages (the logic is to keep the money within the family, people still do that with marrying to people in the same financial status), there are many deformed, or retarded kids, so the parents leave the child near the road, and a cousin or something runs him over, then the parents, rushing with him to the hospital, to get money from the insurance company.
Makes sense.

People do the same with cows near minefields, the country gives them a new cow for their dead cow.
It's a thing that started because of the huge amount of minefields, that used to be necessary, but now it's not, so they need to deactivate, and cows, apparently does it the best.

Why can't they just bring back the death punishment?
And simply use those evil, disgusting, terrorists (eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, and in his case, just like at the bible, soul for soul), should be send to those fields.
They earned it, didn't they?

Well, today it's Wednesday, and I got Geography, and English, and Sports, and Hebrew, and, oh fuck! Literature...
I hate all of those stupid, time-wasting periods.

To be honest, I'd rather learn it by myself, and learn it with stories that  I'd like to read, for example, something that isn't depressing.
Why depressing?
I don't know, people don't tend to bother doing stuff when they are really happy.
When you're happy, just be happy.


Well, before I'd leave, I must talk about yesterday, I was probably one of the worst girls there.
I just felt myself burning with the fact that I was a listed girl.
Listed people in the sports class, are the ones that were good, but not good enough.
I got in only because that there were two classes instead of one.
I was done with life at the moment, I blame the hormones, and all the body's chemicals that added to it.
After all, what are my feelings but just a line of orders and liquids to make me feel this way?

I want to be homeschooled, and my parents are not answering me if I can or can't.
It's a question of life and death.
Completely numb (and not even from my own choice!) and empty, for quite a while, or be happy and whole.

I have a new comics (or is it a manga?) that I want to read.
Bakuman.
Tomix suggested it, and Tomix is a god.


.....

Tomorrow I'm going to have fun, I'm going to hang out at the city, doing nothing at all, and enjoy it, a lot.
I'd just ride with my bicycle, carry some money with me, and go with a nice backpack that will allow me to enjoy the day.
I'm considering to ask my mother to go to Tel Aviv, and if she rejects it (it's a city away from here, but it's a big "dangerous" city) then I'd ask her to at least go to the mall at Herzliya, because it's actually really close and less "dangerous".
And if both is rejected, I'm going to take a ride around the city, or watch a movie, I want to watch A Long Way Down anyway, and I wanted to watch Suicide Room on the past week, but now I'm in a mood for gathering tips and ideas for a super-sarcastic and partly-offensive post!

Okay, I'm watching now Bratz, that movie with that girl who was at that Anubis House or however that was called, I remember watching the first season or two, and I just never kept up with the rest.

Okay, I got some YouTube link for it, it was uploaded by a person named Romana  Baile, so you can know who it is.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4Dd66sW1ts
I noticed a fuck-up.
At minute 9:32, there are a table for mimes (do it on slow-motion if you can't stop at the right time) and before it, there was a guy, who sat with the "loners" (I never understood why people like to get alone together, it's just something that arsses from Israel will say when they're rejected) and he said to some mime that he should leave him alone, the mime is rebelling against the rules! Off with his head!

They have so many mimes at that school!
And people pay them too much attention.

Just a question, do you remember who I watched Bratz with, for the first and the last time (before now)?
It's Gal.
We watched it together while we ate a cookie-crumb and vanilla flavored Nok-Out (the brand's name decided that it's hard to write the letter K and C) and we enjoyed it.

Another weird stuff, for the first day, they are quite popular and attention-magnets.
I just wonder, how American can you make a movie?
It's just... Ugh!
There are bearable super-typical movies, and there are unbearable shut-the-fuck-up movies.

Okay, if people actually were actually that stereotypical, I would have a mental breakdown at some point.
Seriously, it's pathetic.
I'm sorry, but wikihow got it together even before.


Wow, okay, that's spooky, why?
I just started thinking about that epic movie, teenage spirit, or teen spirit.

WAIT.
HIS NAME IS TIMOTHY GUNN?
LIKE MEI GUNN?!

I loved him for all of that seasons with Project  Runway, but his family name is Gunn!!!
I just loved so many people at Project Runway, except for Gretchen, I hated Gretchen.
My sister and I couldn't even explain why we hated her so much, is just somewhat hatred you feel.
Have you heard about hate from first sight?
Well it's more passionate than love at first sight.

Oh! By the way love! I saw some short animation film (loved the animation) named Cupido - Love Is Blind.
It was beautiful, and funny, and it was very creative and had epic scenes.
I love the person behind it.

Damn it! Decora girl at the movie!

Okay, after the food fight, at detention.
Nobody solves it like that.
People will use the chairs as weapons and shields at places like that.
Or at least in Israel.
Maybe at somewhere polite, people would politely debate.
But nope, on the second grade, some really nice guy was really pissed off, so he just ditched the library lesson, and threw every single chair at the classroom and when he left, it was all back into place.
It happened, and he lost it, but, he got it together, sounds like him.

Okay, 2007, bratz movie, the brother took a selfie at the beginning of the movie.
After he was sent out from the shower.
"But first, let me take a selfie".


Oh, by the way stage fright.
The girl from there just said that, and I remembered how much I hate doing anything, even the quietest.
I fucking whisper the anthem, partly because I can't even stand how demoralizing it is, and because Gal said that my voice is so fucking awful that I better not sing it.
What can I say, with friends like this, who needs enemies?

Sweet sixteen?
OH.
WITH MTV?!
HAPPINESS OVERLOAD.
I love MTV.
And the girls with the fedora artists and the unknown rappers.
It's the main people who perform there, just rarely you recognize them.
And it's usually once a fucking season.
And most of time, the people you actually recognize is the people who celebrate it.
Sometimes, the main show are the celebrator itself.
Sometimes it's awesome, sometimes you just feel sad for everybody near them.
Like the unicorn one, and the mersequede one, and, the belly dancing one.

I can't stand the moments in Brazts where the soundtrack is loud.
Maybe it was just too much for me to hear a song that literally talks about suicide at the end of a mockumentary short film about kleptomania.
I guess that when people don't understand stuff, they destroy others' experiments.

She even made tables for her second sweet sixteen celebration.
It's awful, they gave her a control-freak OCD bitch personality.
I'm sorry, even the people I hate I describe as masterminds.

Okay, I'm on Eliav Tattoo's page, and I just see all kinds of piercings that I never heard about before.
Medusa, and Venom, are great exaamples.
Venom, the only piercings who is more likely to be infected than a tongue piercing.
Seriously, isn't one enough?

I wonder if people are just so suicidal that they risk themselves with obvious death or an awful injury these days.
And why does people hate their kids so much?
 Nobody fucking forced you to have them, I can surely see them hating you so much in ten years from now.
They even don't think about their future.
All the people with the electric bicycle, it's awful!
Are you trying to make them to be at the overweight or obese bmi/fat-percentage area?
It's awful.

I'm allowed to go to the mall tomorrow.
I'd rather to go to the mall of Dizingof, some teenage weridos and arsses.
The healthy amount of hatred for the day.
Well, I'm probably going to navigate between the city to the mall, and Ii know that I won't find anything to do there, after all, there are just plain adults.
Nothing interesting.
I want to go to the big mall, and see weird kids, and have a good look on the CD stores (not the satanic UFO!) and not to be rushed.
Dizingof always sounds amazing to me, but not as amazing as it would be for a person who lives far away from here.
I want to go there, and draw, and lie on a wall, and draw, a lot, and see kids, and explore, and enjoy the fact that it's so big and great.
And nobody can hurt me, I have teeth, and I can punch, slap, kick, and stomp (the art of stomping in a building, ohh, I learned from the best, the neighbors from upstairs), so, I can manage to hurt people, I'm actually unstoppable.

Oh! Is it really there?!
The fairy forest....
Oh, I love it!
It's so mysterious, and happy, and like a Gravity Falls' dwarf, weird and charming.

Not. Fair.
I'm thirteen!
I'm allowed to bitchy, rebellious, and whiny!
I'm not fourteen, where I'm only allowed to be whiny, and rebellious, and emotional.
And what about fifteen, with the permission for endless happiness, silliness, and acting superior.
And I shouldn't even start about sixteen. So I won't.


Okay, I just have deep hatred for that music shop, Kley Zemer.
When  I bought my first guitar (I still remember eyeballing the person that played a fucking masterpiece to check that it's alright!) we had to drive to another city, a month or two later, they opened another store, ON MY FUCKING STREET.


Okay, before it's too late and I'm getting weird, I should say that I got some new wounds, I rode with my bicycle, and shook my head so I could move my hair from my face, I ended up going head-to-head with a pole.

Now I got two weird cuts/scratches (they are really at the middle of the definitions) and another wound on my knee, I got one there already.


I'm using my shirt now to move my hair from my face.
And people wonder why I love big shirts.
They are so useful!
You don't have to wear pants.
You can wear them as hair bows.
You can sell them to both genders.
You can be hyper with them and try to convince your friends to go with you to Dizingof Center.
I'm awful, I know.
What can I say? I'm happier with a messy room (the guitar is held by the laptop, and the laptop is held with my hands, and I'm on a beanbag) and  have convincing skills that are epic.
I'm just knowing what to say when it comes to my own good.


It's ten PM, and I got permission to go to Dizingof Center if friends are coming with me.
Worst case?
I'd cry.

I really want to go and mock some ditching teenagers.
Teens, the anomaly of human evolution, instead of getting smarter, they find new ways to kill themselves and the people who surround them.

I still can't say the fact that a father, who tried to put his two months old daughter (or two years?)  to sleep, and seventeeners just kept yelling and making noise, so he asked them to be quiet, they killed him.

I can say that a person got raped, or another teenager was stabbed or shot or died from any other reason easily.
But talking about him, is very hard.

Okay.
I found the most epic Wikihow article yet.
Act 13 When You Are.
I didn't forget a word, they did.
Reading teen books...
Pffttt...
Only if you're a masochistic person, then I can present you Alyson Noel.
My first teen section books were probably Zbang comics.
I loved them!
With Gal, Sigal, Yaron (I think that it was his name), and Maya, and Gingy (soft  G's like a ginger person), and who else... Um.... I think there was an Assaf, but I forget how they gay kid was called.
And Usher, and Yosefa, and Golan, and Tzahi, and the teachers.
Oh! And  Idan! Oh, Osnat, and Aisha! And Stav (I barely remember her) and Sivan (don't remember as well) and Hertzel.

BUT THEY GAY KID.
WHERE IS HE?
I REMEMBER HIM, WITH HIS PURPLE HAIR, AND THAT COMIC STRIP WHERE HIS BOYFRIEND DIDN'T WANT EVERYBODY TO KNOW THAT THEY'RE GAY, SO THE PURPLE KID JUST WENT TO THE POPULAR AND PRETTY GIRL (MAYA) AND KISSED HER AND YELLED THAT SHE CURED HIM FROM HIS GAYNESS AND WHERE IS HE NOW.
Okay, I really hope that I'd go to Dizingof tomorrow.
I know that I don't have much to do, but I don't have anything  to do.
And I'd rather mock ditchers.

Back to the thirtennism.
Wait, am I immature for squealing?
EVERYBODY DOES THAT.
Nobody is a fangirl these days.

OKAY, I need to write it down before it goes away.
A BEDSPREAD THAT GOES DOWN TO THE FLOOR WITH PRINT OF MONSTERS HIDING UNDER THE BED AT THE EDGES.
BAM.

Okay, this is a maturity guide for cunts.
Of course you fight with your siblings, but you fight smart.
You use your might powers to aim to the better parts, and you offer them your help for money or gifts.


If shopping go to Hot Topic, Claire's.
Okay, no, make it international and less offensive (at the inside, I'm crying). and say, American Eagle, or something, but don't you dare to say places that aren't international.

Tips!
Don't gossip.
But did you know that Cornelia Goth totally made out with Nick Alto? Sim-jokes.
Have a cell phone.
But first, let me take a selfie, text, call, 7467380462 games, and selfie.
Have a Facebook.
And whore yourself for likes, you know, when I opened my Facebook, I thought that on my thirteenth birthday, I'd change the year, I never did.

Oh, no.
Act like a preteen, the article's picture is a hand, holding a condom.

I'm a year from being a teenager, at least, legally.
Mentally? I'm somewhere between three to seventy six.

Preteens don't want dolls or barbies.
Unless you're me.
I want them, I still keep cool ones.
I'm not interested at iPods, i got my iPhone, which has nice audio options, a pair of good sony's (not pathetic, and overrated Beats, that you own for the name, and not for the quality), CD's, I'm afraid that I'd end up spending too much money, so I'm taking it slow, and use Youtube, even though that I might switch to Songify, and even support the new silent album.
Cellphones, well, iPhones, I broke it even more, and my home button was back because that the glass got to the front, so I just taped it back.

MySpace, at that moment, I'm allowed to say laughing out loud, because who the fucks is there?
I thought that it died on 1997!
Apparently, by the new information from those articles (Dima's fangirls) it was active even on 2009.
Twitter isn't comfortable for me anymore, and Facebook, well, commercials I can wear anyway (band shirts, and those Jack Daniels and it's brothers shirts are simply commercials) so Facebook gave me enough.

Style of clothing.
Okay, I remember the day when Gal came to my house and helped me decide what I can and what I can't.
Now I wear guy's sport trousers, and male shirts.
I've also noticed that the sport trousers tend to make your crotch look enormous, any reason behind it?


Okay, sometimes I forget the strange stuff at Wikihow.
Act Like A Teenager.
First step, act your age, picture, a grumpy person.
Seems legitimate.

A nineties grunge girl.
Okay, I don't like much Grunge, but I found that if you want to learn about music, ask the pastors from Jesus Is Savior, they can tell you everything, and have fun with Marilyn Manson quotes, they are addicted.

Dimo, the king of Emo - sequel

I'm really happy from those comments, I'm serious!
I've seen before that they claim that some arsses and hoes (hoes is the female arss, but they are slighlty different from the American hoes, well, a lot different) have killed themselves.
So far, it's the best, some of them killed themselves, because it was "cool" in their opinion.

I'm not amazed by their stupidity, it's obvious, and they are really weird, in the unbearable way, where they think that they deserve everything, and they are very vulgar.

Okay, it's so stupid to MISSPELL everything when you write it.
I'm serious.
Dead serious.
You simply cannot do that, you can't fight against the education ministry with such a bad grammar, you just prove how necessary it is, and you just do the exact opposite of what you meant to do.
Stupid people everywhere.

I wonder, if most of them are like, first graders.
I remember that my friends didn't get a perfect grade when our teacher had tests where she writes on the board, and the kids have to write it, without any misspelling.
I was shocked each time that they didn't get a perfect grade.
Same with the second grade, when she "only" read it.
Are you guys serious?

That's actually hilarious, one person said that 3 soldiers committed suicide and there wasn't a single emo that committed suicide.
That person said that it might be the green (it was sarcasm) so the person suggested to do the uniforms on purple and they'll set their stakeouts on Toys R Us.
Great humor, bad grammar.

Oh fuck, I lost that page about that Norwegian black metal band.


I fucking hate the commenters that write "byyeee" at the end.
Dude, it's not a fucking conversation that you can end!


Well, one comment, that was worth it, but  won't translate it (evil laughter) it's a person, who "discovered America" (It's not much of a slang in Israel, it's usually a sarcastic parallel for the "tell me something I don't know") and said that this country sucks and the government sucks.
And that if they already hunt a cultural group, then they should hunt for the "pigs" with the "Hai" necklaces.
Hai necklaces are basically a golden necklace with the word "alive" in Hebrew.

THANK YOU FOR FINALLY USING THAT WORD.
We have a word for (over) emotional people.
It's more of a slang, but everybody knows it, so, finally somebody using that word!
I always called it this way.
My family uses it as well.

Funny, all of the emos so far are stupidest (and some of the fans of Tokio Hotel who came by are stupid as well) and the other groups (metalists, punks, normal-ish people) have perfect grammar.


Somebody wrote WFT.
It makes me more amused than it's supposed to.
What fuck the?
It seems like the person is so confused.

Damn, another stupid fuck.
It's like a combination of religion, fangirling, and a bit of true facts that simply doesn't apply to her.

"A country like that =]
God, that's why our country looks like how it looks! How does emo music relate to children suicides?! And they really think that if they talk with kids that listen to heavy rock so that they won't hear rock anymore?! And WTF what does Tokyo Hotel relateeeeeeee?! Their music isn't even close to heavy rock or any kind of emooo!! Iiii Didn'tttt stop laughing after I saw that stupid articllllleeee!"

Oh fuck I translated the wrong one.

Well, now the correct one.

"Bullshit.
Yes, of course. A guard in every school will check every student what he hears in his headphones. with (meant to be if, people should learn to spell in Israel!) it's rock - he's not entering! Give me a break. About freedom of speech, you heard about it? I listen to rock, and I can't stand Tokyo hotel. The lyrics of the rock music gives another perspective about life (All I want to say is: New Perspective, of Panic At The Disco). Every teen guy or girl that listen to rock understand that life isn't all pink, and it's a fact that they know English better :) say thank you that the teenagers (wait for it!) are getting into some culture. It's all just nonsense. I'm going to keep on dressing like I want, and hear the music that I want. Bite me. MCR RULZ! I'm not afraid to keep on living, i'm not afraid to walk this world alone."

KA-FUCKING-BAM.
I love that she said that their English is better, and she just misspelled rules.
I love people.


Half of the comments are rants, like my very-short-posts-only-to-say-that-I'm-alive short.

Linkin park isn't emo.
Linking park is awesome.
I remember the term Nu Metal with them.



Dude, you're not a freak, you're a scene, you belong somewhere, people there usually want to get to the IQ  of pretty and round zero.

I just started with the video (FINALLY) and I'm about to cry from happiness.
Can you call them Righsi? Instead of Emo?
That word just makes me laugh. Hard.
Which is great, but I need to be serious!

Wow, I understand the commenters.
The people in the clip are reminding me more of... Ravers?

Okay, the video file hates me.
Nevermind.
I got some screenshots!

 Okay, there are people, the guy with the pink shirt and the text box with words and the number seventeen is Dima, and the websites, are guides for suicides.

If thinking about it.
Israel is just like China when it comes to that bullshit.
Wow.

...

What the hell?!

I've posted so much, and it's all gone now!

Long writing short: The Kabria is now the Cabria, because it was named after a version or some model of drumkit, named Cabria, makes sense because the Cabria is also a place for music, and last week, the annual battle-of-bands had it's pre-finales here.
The reason that I read about emos (again, like I didn't do that last year, and they year before, at bed, after I cried) is because of that beautiful blogger, she's a photographer that is size 42-46 and she's into full fashion, and her measurements are 89-61-89 and she's 173 centimeters, and she used to be emo when she was fifteen (she's around twenty four now, almost twenty five) and ever since I'm looking for stupid youth everywhere.

I found a very nice article by Ha'aretz, and I love the writer's writing style (All hail the mighty Dana Kasler!) so I enjoyed it while it lasted.

It was written beautifully.
Humoristic, serious, and it had the potential for everything.
Sadly, the commenters are nothing less but pathetic.
Dude! Emo or not, you're acting like an over-sensitive bitch without any sense of humor.
Having an Unstable sim who is also over emotional and is a loner or shy (everything that's against social butterfly!) is easier, oh and neurotic as well, and just maybe insane.
http://www.haaretz.co.il/gallery/fashion/1.1376382
That's the article, if you can't get in, I'm going to bring it to here!

I just wanted to upload the only pictures there.

Okay, see the girl? The one with the choker and the skirt?

Her name is Yoko (at least, that's what she said to them) and near her name it says "the emo took the stud belts from the metal", near her, the guy with the hoodie, is Alon.

Alon has two text boxes, the top one is "Alon, in clothes from Emily at the square" or the circle (depends at your place), and below there's "The movies of  Tim Burton are fitting for the emo vibe", in fact, the movies of Tim Burton are a great subject to talk about while you want to cry in the side of the purposely darkened room you're in while you take hundreds of framed for a scene in a movie.

And it's a good thing to watch at five am.

And below, the guy that knows how to take care of his hair (two people I've seen in my city, very long curly hair, would it kill them to make it normal curls and not all puffy and uncomfortable?), his name is Hen, or Chen, I know that I would be pretty depressed if I had that name, it's an awful name.

And near his name there's "the plastic bracelets were taken from the eighties".

I'm hearing Good Charlotte, all I know that I had it open, waiting to be clicked.

Well, I assume that everything that I read about was after my birth, their "The Anthem" was made after my birth.

Now I'm going to hear strange covers of pop songs that got on everybody's' nerves.

Starting with Call Me Maybe, with Pellekofficial, and then the translated songs.

Maybe Barbie Girl from some ukrainian girl.

I enjoy his voice too much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84U2sGnJFH0

People should admire his jaw.

And his cheekbones.

After a while at pro ana sites, I'm better at anatomy.

Just a new thought, how did the education ministry heard about it?

I assume that nobody just started one day, and stated the term in the Hebrew world.

Okay, before I'm continuing with the comment reading and mocking, I'm at some Barbie Girl over named Barbie Boy that made by AMASIC.

I went there because one guy felt his nippples.

I don't need more than that.

I'm about to cry.

Air guitar and air drums just became thousand times better.

At 1:01 two sunglasses.

OH FUCK, A MENTION FOR A SELFIE ON 2008.

FUCK YEAH.

Okay, I'm glad that now I know Amasic, I love them.

I'm at You're A Freak of Amasic.

I'm tired of the same plot of cabin in the woods.

Seriously, people, stop.

Just add a basement and congrats, you made it pathetic.

They mention depressing Hebrew music.

We have actually plenty of them, depressing lyrics are the most common in Israel, I prefer happier songs, when I'm happy, to enjoy my mood to the maximum, when I'm at a different mood, I'd rather to calm myself down, with music that describes everything.

I FOUND HER.

I LOVE YOU DOMINIKA.

Dominika Myslivcova is a lovely princess in pink.

Okay, this commenter got my attention only because that she capslocked DONT JUMP.

Capslocking = important!

Comment number 695, here we go!

"And the arsses who hear depression ?

Hahahahahahahahaa D: Tokyo Hotel, emo ? Depression ?! Stop you're making me laugh ! (first of all, Tokyo Hotel isn't emo, it's rock-pop, and it's an amazing style xD another thing, if you blame emo, blame somebody else and not Tokyo Hotel ! Before you blame them, go and hear the song DONT JUMP  , which is if you don't know English - don't jump! So stop bullshitting !!!!!!! Depression , suicides - :D nonsense. The songs of  Tokyo Hotel aren't supposed to put you in depression , it's actually the opposite - they bring you out of it !!!! and suddenly you caaaare about us ?!!?!?!?!?!?! two mothes we were in the streets, without learning, and you didn't care about everything - so now that you notice that the education sucks, you nlame Tokyo Hotel ?! And it's only because that they're German! I promise you that if they weren't German, you wouldn't talk this way. What about Linkin Park? What about 30 Seconds To  Mars? What about My Chemical Romance? What about Avenged? Hear those bands, they are emo and not Tokyo Hotel. So blame them !!!!!!!! And if talking about depression ..... What about the arsses ?!?!!??!!?!?!?!?!?!?! All day they hear depression, and whine - "shheeeee left meeeeee , she weeeeent away from me, ho took her" isn't that depression ?????? And from songs you don't commit suicide you brainless :D"

Okay, it came out longer than expected.

Let's leave alone that band area, who is obviously not emo.

Not even close.

But back to the arssy music.

There's one song that I know one line of it "I swear to you sweetie, [I'm] not cheating [on you]".

What the fuck?

I had no idea what he meant in one word, which is now sweetie, according to some online dictionary.

If a person is name Robin, is it legitimate that s/he'd wear a hoodie 24/7?

Another, is it legitimate to call you son/daughter Tommy?

By the way, I learned the meaning of the name Thomas and Thomasina in Aramaic, it's twin, the longer one, is for female twin.

One person was pissed off and said that the uniform is another form of controlling us, and that it doesn't mean that if he hears heavy rock then he necessarily worship satan.

I personally hear all kinds of music, and I worship seitan.

ALL HAIL SEITAN.

And if he hears rock punk than he's a perverted homosexual.

That's brilliant.

What if you're russian?

Does that apply?

Punk music is common, and so does Punk Rock, like Pussy Riot.

I think that if so anti-cultural differences, we should have anthropologie in school, and at some point, we'd all have projects!

I love it!

It'd be better than the old fashioned bullshit of the legacy and roots of the "Jewish" culture.

And instead of only Jewish bible, we can offer three courses, Islam and Christianity.

A person who already graduated, was glad when he left the crowd of the popular alternative culture, at 2000-2009 emo was trendy.

What will be mine?

I really hope something strange, really strange.

Something that I'd enjoy to hate!

What will be the style of the popular clique.

I love that word.

Clique.

In Hebrew it sounds, just wrong, like every badly translated word.

Some dumb emo kid wrote "we'd never stop hearing rock rock & rool rulz" and  when I thought that the rulez one was awful.

No, the fashion is simply not called scene, there's scenecore.

Trust me.

Damn it!

"Guns n Roses Rulzzz"

FUCKING SHAMEFUL.

A person said that Dimo is correct.

Female form of correct.

Okay, the term wannabes was just mentioned.

I know that I've said it before, but I hate using the incorrect form, with misspelling, and double-lettering, and shortcuts, unless I say it's okay, wannabes is a term it's more a type of a person who can't fit in everywhere, so it tries.

It's like wannas and wannos.

I want the disorder, not the lovely nickname.

I want to make it happen, with me willing to take it and cause it, and I want to solve it.

Death is not my problem.

That's short and funny, I love you.

"Hahahahahaha awesome

Emos won't commit suicide!! To give up on the pink bracelets and the bands that they grew for all of their life!?#?!@@$? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

A very artistic choice of tone?

How can you set your tone for !?#?!@@$? it's impossible.

Another person:

"What?

Since when is this fool is out leader? Hahahaha what is this, a cult?"

Yes, hopefully, it is.

It will combine my need for cults and cultures.

Oh, I like Three Days Grace.

We don't have S.W.A.T. dear!

Dude, that's ridiculous.

He thought that the S.W.A.T. unit will come to his home and delete his songs (he said that they can't do that, sarcastically, poor thing, they don't exist here).

Okay, another stupid emo girl.

"These idiotss!

Theyy are so stupid! Not all the emos want to kill themselves!!  Maybe they say that their life sucks like me!! But I don't want to kill myself I'm afraid of deathh!! And the pupils you showed are punks not emos! Aand emos don't listen to heavy rock.. Like I'm dressing up as emo but I hear Linkin Park Slipknot and Linkin Park!!"

Yeah, I like to listen to Black Sabbath and Genesis and Black Sabbath.

Logic.

I actually brought them up after I wanted to put Sasa (by Choopie & S.) and Romance (My Chemical Romance) because they were near each other at the genres, then I understood that only a couple of Israeli people remember House of Agnosia, and most of them, are forty right now.

One girl complained about that they put only Tokyo hotel and they didn't put Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance.

Oh fuck, how old are you that you misspelled chemical wrong in Hebrew?

Don't you learn Chemistry?

Or you just didn't watch TV from the kind that shows teenagers from all groups at school being friends and being happy and shit?

Okay, my hair betrayed me.

When I cut my hair short, I expect it to not act like it's long enough to make me sweat my neck off.

I expect to feel free and happy.

I even cutted it more choppy and weird so it'll have that curls that become thinner at the end, right now, I'm sweating just as much as I did before.

Oh....

SP IS SIMPLE PLAN!

Wow, that was strange to try to understand.

At first I found Singapore Polytechnics.

All the people there who say that pop is only about sex, have probably never heard popular music.

May I write Lana Del Ray's popular songs here?

And Selena Gomez?

And Justin Bieber's Up?

Which is still one my favorite pop songs.

It's beautiful, and it's giving you hope.

Epic comment, from a normal teenager, that's pissing me off, like many of them, bunch of assholes.

"That's so rude

Tell us did this country became Russia! 

We are not a fucking dictatored country and you can't tell us what to wear and what to hear!

Tokyo Hotel sucks first of all

My Chemical Romance rules!!!!

Dimaa the kinggg VVV"

At least he wrote it better than most of them.

And in Russia it's more of a magical elitism-based place.

But some say it's basically just the putinism.

Wow, how did I miss that?

"Killed me.. Hahah XD

'To handle with emo kids'

It's sound 'in case you'll ever see a yeti in nature... You need to do this way and this'

If they think this way... Why don't they think that every arss want to stab each person that he sees?"

I love you.

His name is  Liran.

I assumed it's a guy by the name, but hell, there are males named like me.

I need to locate one.

And hug him.

Maybe reproduce.

A thought.

Am I considered to be a freak?

Or just a really awesome, spectacular, wise, and epic girl?

Awesome.

Emodia.

Emo and media.

Stupid girls.

xXvimpire_girlXx

I know that Pink has a song named Stupid Girls, mocking how stupid today's girls are, bunch of popular media cunts.

I found a brother for the roots part!

"Stupidity..

I'm fucking Yemenite.. I hear metal and all that shit.. I don't wear black and don't die my hair and don't do anything... We can see that they education ministry doesn't have an idea about anything"

I want to hug him.

Unless it's one of my cousins.

Who's not the cousins that I like.

I wonder if I can find the meaning of the song "I'm the Walrus" online.

There are two options.

A really clever and deep song, or a song written by stoned people.

While I'm being pissed off and pour salt into my wounds in order to make sure that the anger is held withing the scabs, I'm hearing You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The  Offspring.

A comment.

The "moving the tip of my..." ministry announces: enough for Doodoo Aharon and the Peretz family in schools.

Students who wear hoe shoes, dye their hair in highlights, and as well, using the wrong way ait"n letters and write in multiple letters -are dumb.

What is this generalization?! Glad that I finished high school with the study of emo, with honors."

He got 100 in sarcasm in my opinion.

Some emo girl complained about the arsses with their illogical lyrics.

Do you even want to start it with me?

Goo Goo Goo Joob.

Every single song who had the word "Baby" in it.

What's the matter with people who would like to rape people?

I understand that you like them.

At least behave yourself, and your language.

I would marry stuff, it's legitimate, a person married a dog, a person married itself (narcissism?), a person married a laptop, a person married an anime character.

The nice smell of fresh emo!

2014...

So what if he hears Pierce The Veil and Black Veil Brides and Tokyo Hotel...

Wait, where is he?!

He needed to be located!

After a couple of comments.

I suddenly had just a final clique (math clique, the graph theory clique!) and on Black Veil Bride's Knives and Pens, there was that adult who said exactly those stuff that the education ministry said.

WHAT THE FUCK.

I'M SO HAPPY.

And if somebody did it before, we should kill the evidence.

If we had even a small influence on it, than I want to tattoo it on my skin, "we matter!" because for one time, we're good.

Okay, how and why didn't I hear Bon Jovi before?!

A fifty eight years old person said that in his time they didn't allow The Beatles because they thought that it'll destroy the youth.

History repeats itself, that person is now sixty two.

I enjoy that "now" moment.

I'm going to have an emo hunt, and then maybe I'd pick scene or hipster hunting.

I think I'd go for scene, I wonder if we have them in here!

Oh, how did I miss THAT?!

It's eincyclopedia!

It's the most sarcastic, mean, and epic wikia in Hebrew ever!

They have a specific genre for Yemenite Emos, I love them.

The mentioned so far Hot Topic, Britney Spears (I love her from all the wrong or strange reasons, and everybody would if they knew them), Gerard Way, and sacrificing gerbils and cats.

Seems normal, they always sacrifice gerbils, it's part of the thing of the wikia.

I've taken some emo quiz, I found exactly what I fit into.

Every genre but middle eastern.

It's me.

Finnish Techno, C-pop, J-pop, Swedish Vikings, typical American bands, and Russian Blues, and Hindi pop, and Alternative, Alternative Rock, Rock, Indie Rock, Metal, Punk, and stuff, some New Age music, and other, which is a great genre.

Who's Jack? There's a Jack, who has shirts, and I don't know who he is.

I'm not going to look for him, not after Simple Plan and Singaporean companies.

NONONONO.

How am I emo wannabe?

Because I have bagns (that I constantly put back, because they interrupt), or because I have a blog for complains?

Maybe it's my black hair.

For sure my black hair.

Fanfics are satanic, haven't I mentioned it before?

It's just weird.

Okay, some Canadian emo fuck just didn't stop ranting, so I moved on for Knives and Pens, what can I say? I need to be able to define and to quote things when it comes to that.

A research has to be completed to the core.

Okay, sometimes I forget how great FXP can be, the best forum area in Israel, and a person commented on a sarcastic and rude post about the typical emo and the typical israblog emo, and he said that the wannabeing starts at thirteen.

Let's say that I was a mature elevener?

I was there!

And I saw those teens!

An article about some freaky-emos (scene, we all know it) that weren't allowed to get in to the local mall, because of their look, and the "music" store named UFO (those satanists! I wish they'll suffer before they die, slowly and painfully)  was upset about it, probably because they sell mostly screamo and pop-rock and pop-punk and stuff.

I wish them hell.

They deserve it.

Hollister is brighter, and a public restroom cubicle is wider.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pK4bLMd0avU

How did Nana10 found it?

I never thought that they had a good taste in Youtubers.

The nipple twitching part, it was quite popular in the "stupid guy games" scene, one guy got his testicle twisted, and I know him, and the one who did it to him.

Like, a complete round, and it stayed this way.

Leave Britney alone! Loved it.

And the same facial expression, it reminds me of Zoolander, with Magnum.

Wow, finally, I didn't expect that, check up Kids Insane, and check their location.

I wondered if the person that some sarcastic (or it's brilliantly sarcastic, or it's extremely stupid) blog mentioned Bill from Tokyo Hotel or from some anime.

All the Bills I need to hear about is an evil spirit of a triangle.

For a minute I thought that I was stupid, on her sidebar she wrote all kind of bands.

It took me a while and a googling for understand who the fuck is b4mv.

Bullet For My Valentine.

The worst trends of 2009 that got already old and annoying, starting from self hatred to the bob haircut.

The Bob was great, loved it, I still do, but the more helmet bobs who got a hairstyle in Sims 3 Into The Future.

If we could have more people named bob having a really good perfectly helmeted bob, I'd be happy enough to die.

It's better than selling people in The Ivory Coast only because of their names, it was originally a german joke, until they did the Euros.

WAIT.

I GOT SOME ANNE FRANK CONSPIRACY.

I assume that you can guess it.

Oh, finally.

I assumed that some bvb fan will announce the news.

It's their thing, isn't it?

Person asked if somebody knows the song that some emo boy band sing and there are girls who take off their clothes and then the clothes fall on the guys who sing.

I would never guess that she meant 5 Seconds of Summer, for real, I expected some strange Hollywood Underground song anD she messed up in the names, they are epic with masks and voices.

Who knows when people get clothes on them, right?

What I wanted to say?....

I had something to say...

Until that I remember it, I want to tell you how awesome it is to have a sibling, at some point you'd all have a very bonding experience (in my case, a home redesign, and we stayed away, my sister and I are very close now, in another guys' case, a divorcement between their parents), and you'd be able to take advantage against your brother, and force him to give you gifts if you hurt your sister (lightly).

All of the people who still hates their brothers, have fun rebonding enough, for having a private joke.

Example, sometimes my sister and I mention that stupid bird who flew into our window at full stupid and made such a loud crash that we bursted laughing at the same moment.

Or about that thai evil clown.

Well, I need to print some shirts.

I hope that tomorrow I won't be covered in vaginal blood.

From some reason, I don't want to call tomorrow's post "Stupid Bloody Tuesday".

I'm trying to find about that Dizingof Center gathering.

I would bring my laptop and iPhone for epic blogging session.

A PERSON WHO I SUDDENLY LOVE ASKED IF THERE WILL BE EMOS IN FOR YEARS FORM NOW.

SO MANY PEOPLE SAID THAT THEY HAVE EXPIRATION DATE.

I LOVE YOU.

Okay, in stips, a lot of people ask if it turns you on or off (asked to guys) if a girl does XYZ.

In hebrew it's if it raises your or not, now, imagine my new invention.

The Penis-O-Meter

Deal with it.

Okay, in the comment section (they have only 360 something, I've passed through 1100 today and yesterday) somebody said that living in North Korea is better than here and in Iran, as he claims that there's more freedom.

First of all, it's not true, none of them are better.

But people will deliver cds to North Korea before that they'll deliver it to Israel.

I feel personally offended by it.

If you know somebody and can talk to him about it, tell him that I hate him for it.

And I wish people like him to be publicly shamed.

How dare you to reject my offer of money?

Well, I saw those Dizingof Center meetings.

I'd go there, most of teens say that it just got worse with each coming year.

I wonder if my dad went there when he was young, after all, he did live in Tel Aviv, and it makes sense.

I knew that my dad never got inside the moshing area in the clubs (when hard rock ruled the clubs and so did this "dance" [?] style) which is funny to think, because it reminds me of the time when he was really slender and fit and young.

I like him better now.

Just a couple of more breakdowns makes it all better.

I remember my first one.

My dad teased me in his regular game of asking me "Dvash, what's your name?" and I'd answer "Dvash" and he repeated it until I cried at the corner that the speakers made.

It was awful.

I can't stand it.

Maybe that's why I'm obsessed with names.

Well, I'm bored.

Tomorrow I have a competition.

I need to be hugged by my bean bags, sadly, it's an one way relationship.

Joy.

By the way relationships, I think that The Immortals screwed me up, forever.

In love there's the side that loves more, and it's a thing that Haven said to Ever in order to confuse her and to hurt her and to doubt her feelings toward Damen.

In the end of Night Star she's whole again, and while she's whole and happy, and the author gets her money from destroying teenage girls, I suffer, knowing that I'd always be afraid to love.

Because I can never love enough, without being afraid to hurt myself, and I'd end up pretending that I love someone, because I don't know if I truly love that person, because I'd be paralyzed from the fear.

I would love to say that I'm the more loving side, but when I am, I get hurt.

That's not fair, I want to do some illegal activities, and I won't get any.

I'm upset.

Well, I'd ask Yonatan to help me.

Tomorrow I'm going to compete.

Yay.

In 24 days and 10 hours school's last morning bell will ring.

I'm happy with it.

Subtract seven, that are including 4 holiday days, and three saturdays.

Seventeen studying days.

Subtract another one, for Ram's annual ditching.

16, subtract a day of water skiing that I won't go to, 15.

Two weeks and a day of studying for me!

Wow, I'm impressed.

Or around it, I don't know.

But in no time I'm away from here.

Good night.

I love The Offspring, and that's a wonderful thing to say.

I need to find them on iTunes.