It's Friday.
I am not happy with it.
I just want to cut myself, as always, and then I need go remind myself that it won't happen until I'm eighteen plus.
I felt so fat wearing some school shirt, that I decided that the rest of my body has to be covered in cloth.
Sadly, my mother claimed it's "too hot" to wear anything from this sort.
...
Maya said after that I tried to save the ball from getting into the other team's side, that I looked "hilarious".
It did not increased my self esteem for the day.
.....
I just thought about how awesome if they'd put Right Said Fred (Fred and Richard, brothers, and Rob Manzoli) in a cake (or in a gigantic gift box, whatever that floats your boat) and just perform there, in a birthday.
It's better than putting bands that are considered to get the response of the fans of:
"I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY/HE/SHE IS/ARE BUT I LOVE THEM I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE AND AS.JDFHDALF!"
It happens all the fucking time.
Each time there's a sweet 16 on MTV, and somebody performs (usually by the theme of the party, in the eighties doll-sort-of-girl I think they had dancers and stuff, in some other party that I don't remember a thing about there was some country/indie male that walked the girl into her new car) and nobody knows who they are.
It's awful.
The worst is when nobody is even faking they're excitement.
No! It's the worst when they pay a ridiculous amount of money (You can buy a couple of Tel Avivian apartments for that price, it's that expensive) and most of the people aren't coming, and the place is enormous.
Like a stadium size.
Where you can put a factory, high-fashion car show, make a parade, take a hold of a limo that takes a fresh new bible into the temple (which is a quite big thing), hold every convention, and obviously, build a replica of lake Victoria, in real size, and still have a bit of space.
That big.
I'm hearing blues.
I can't stand blues.
Too awful, repetitive, and ultimately depressing and/or pissing me off!
In Israel, they usually repeat how much they hate XYZ in this country.
But not necessarily in blues.
There's a full length song, sang by a female, about how much she wants to leave Israel, and go to London, even though she knows that she won't do anything in London, yet she wants to go there.
Actually, it's quite repetitive, just like every other 80s song.
I have issues with them.
It never ends, it's like debating with a person that sticks to only one base of the arguments.
Do five year olds can get buttchins?
It's really good for their superhero phase.
People just love the buttchin.
Okay, I know the fact that the Backstreet Boys are going to come to Israel for quite a while, so I just wanted to say before I continue ranting:
Aren't they dead?
Why do I think that everybody is dead?
It always seems logical.
If they weren't exactly my time (from the late-ish nineties in uncommon, but majorly starts from the new millennium -calculating my age is easier thanks to that- and we got 2006 that from then I just opened more to this, even though that my favorite music was of some mix-ish track with a person that looks like a cheeta or something on it) then I'd assume that they are dead.
Well, I want to sleep.
It did not increased my self esteem for the day.
.....
I just thought about how awesome if they'd put Right Said Fred (Fred and Richard, brothers, and Rob Manzoli) in a cake (or in a gigantic gift box, whatever that floats your boat) and just perform there, in a birthday.
It's better than putting bands that are considered to get the response of the fans of:
"I DON'T KNOW WHO THEY/HE/SHE IS/ARE BUT I LOVE THEM I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE HERE AND AS.JDFHDALF!"
It happens all the fucking time.
Each time there's a sweet 16 on MTV, and somebody performs (usually by the theme of the party, in the eighties doll-sort-of-girl I think they had dancers and stuff, in some other party that I don't remember a thing about there was some country/indie male that walked the girl into her new car) and nobody knows who they are.
It's awful.
The worst is when nobody is even faking they're excitement.
No! It's the worst when they pay a ridiculous amount of money (You can buy a couple of Tel Avivian apartments for that price, it's that expensive) and most of the people aren't coming, and the place is enormous.
Like a stadium size.
Where you can put a factory, high-fashion car show, make a parade, take a hold of a limo that takes a fresh new bible into the temple (which is a quite big thing), hold every convention, and obviously, build a replica of lake Victoria, in real size, and still have a bit of space.
That big.
I'm hearing blues.
I can't stand blues.
Too awful, repetitive, and ultimately depressing and/or pissing me off!
In Israel, they usually repeat how much they hate XYZ in this country.
But not necessarily in blues.
There's a full length song, sang by a female, about how much she wants to leave Israel, and go to London, even though she knows that she won't do anything in London, yet she wants to go there.
Actually, it's quite repetitive, just like every other 80s song.
I have issues with them.
It never ends, it's like debating with a person that sticks to only one base of the arguments.
Do five year olds can get buttchins?
It's really good for their superhero phase.
People just love the buttchin.
Okay, I know the fact that the Backstreet Boys are going to come to Israel for quite a while, so I just wanted to say before I continue ranting:
Aren't they dead?
Why do I think that everybody is dead?
It always seems logical.
If they weren't exactly my time (from the late-ish nineties in uncommon, but majorly starts from the new millennium -calculating my age is easier thanks to that- and we got 2006 that from then I just opened more to this, even though that my favorite music was of some mix-ish track with a person that looks like a cheeta or something on it) then I'd assume that they are dead.
Well, I want to sleep.
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