But I don't want to.

The first thing I've done this morning was quite amusing and describes my day.

I woke up at 5:56 (even though I woke up at the area of four am and went back to sleep, because I want to pretend that it's normal, or at least -better, to wake up when the first rays of sunshine striking at my window's shutters) and I just sat up and said at Hebrew (in my head I speak on English, outside -Hebrew comes,) "but I don't want to." And I crashed back on the bed. 

At least soon the day will be over. 

I got to suffer for only.... Six hours until I'm home... Fuck. 

Six hours of sixty minutes, not of school period hours. 

I got history now (or maybe not, the period started twenty minutes ago and we're all out if the class), and then English, and while they'll be like "happier" and "more happy than" and "happiest" I'll try to sketch the virtual figure of Cherry from Studio Killers. 

The music doesn't hurt so far, it's electro-pop, and it got the coolest animation videos for music videos. 

At least better than Avenged Sevenfold's A Little Piece of Heaven's animattion.
This song confuses me.
I was confused as much as a socially pressures bi/homo-sexual teenager in a truth dare game with booze.
That confused.

I'm home, it's six pm, I came home before four thirty, because the practice was only the warm-up because of the "hot" weather.

I think I'm going to enjoy some Music : Now ending Fake Your Death...

YOU ARE FUCKING SATANIC!
THE APPLE SYSTEM IS MEAN.
FOR ONCE, WILL THEY BOTHER TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF SHUFFLE?

Will it fucking kill them to shuffle accurately?

Oh well, I'm going to play with my Alejandro and his new wife!
She was a fairy, but I didn't want her to be one, so I just, plucked out her wings...
Just kidding, I built the "small" park that's in Moonlight Falls (the conspiracy of it to be Gravity Falls GOT TO BE real!) and made my Alejandro (who is, if you remember, blonde with darker roots, and unshaved and wears a rather formal clothing pieces) to ask her to "Forsake The Fae".

Before I continue with my epic simmish life, I want to thank my sanity for making me to delete The Beatles from my iTunes.
If they stayed, it'll be like: TB, MCR, TB, TB, TB, MCR, MCR, MCR, MCR, TB, TB, LP? TB, TB, BFMV? MCR, MCR, MCR.
And I'll just roll on the floor, crying.
I CAN'T STAND WITH HEARING THE SAME THING FOR SUCH A LONG WHILE.
Because of this I find hearing many voices or tunes annoying, hearing females became a wonderful and rare thing (Cherry is a guy, or something, Cherry is awesome).

Well, now my beloved simmer is in the future with his beautiful wife (I think I gave her orange-red hair!) and soon they'll have a baby, because I need one, at some point (pause: WHAT THE FUCK! ITUNES I HATE YOU!) I need to get a new generation, because, although that I love Ale (the unofficial nickname for Alejandro) I need to get him a son/daughter.
A great child, with a skill mastering, and a nasty parental divorce (I don't need a wife, I just need a uterus to store the baby!) and the child will have a great childhood, maybe a simbot after I'll complete my need to be in Oasis Landing.

I finished reading the news.
Martin is a hero.


.....

Today depression begins for some.
And a new whiny crowd will talk.
It's the memorial day for all the fallen soliders, their relatives complain that it's hard to switch from deep agony to happiness in the evening of independence day.
Don't they get the point of this connection?
IT'S THE WHOLE FUCKING PURPOSE.
From the gutters, this place rose (and then crashed deeper, but that's not the point), from ashes it became what it is.
And I still believe that no matter what, people should go like the Druze, they know it happens, and that's how it is, they grew on it.
For me, it seems normal.
Each person got to die, sometime.
Okay, that's silly, the autocorrect in my computer suggested me to write "gotta" instead of "got to", slang took over the world, didn't it?

It's not like your brother/sister/father/mother/son/daughter/other who died in a tragic accident/war/terror-activity is dying in front of your eyes, and you can't save her.

Instead of being such a whiny cunt, you should praise your b/s/f/m/s/d/other (too long to write) for doing what they've done (in a war, or if they saved others if they blocked the suicide bomber with their body, or other things which I'm glad I'm not aware of), and not cry about their death.
EVERYBODY HAS TO DIE AT SOME POINT.


Well, today I'll decide if I'll stay at home at the independence day celebrations or not.
From one side, it's with Yael, and I'm going to see stuff and maybe enjoy things.
From the other, it's crowded, I'll constantly compare my own body, and even if I'd want to, I wouldn't be able to wear shorts unless I'm forced to, because I can't stand my legs.
And to think that once I loved them.
Now I love my hair, half the time I look like a mixture of haircuts/styles from The Sims 3.
I'm going to sleep about it.

Hopefully that I won't wake up with the words: But I don't want to.

Just because I'm nice, I'm going to link you to THIS:

Ode To The Bouncer of Studio Killers (Goldie Foxx, Cherry, and Dyna Mike, or Bipolar Bear, I'm not sure).