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.