I found my old Hebrew blog.
I feel slightly embarrassed for being such a girly-self-pitying/hating-cunt-of-a-girl.
I'm glad it's over.
It's from 2011!
Wow!
That old?
I don't even remember what happened there.
I'm glad that now is now.
Now I mock myself, others, write and post only the day afterwards and "cheat" the date with the schedule setting in "Post Settings", and I'm me on every available meaning.
Maybe not, after all my name has a meaning, and I'm not a product of bees.
Tomorrow there's a beach sport classes day, from everywhere in the country, for one huge competition.
Fun is the last thing that it'd be.
Anyway, now it's Saturday.
I got only one month, two days, twenty two hours, twenty minutes, and 20 and counting seconds until the last morning bell with ring.
Yay.
If everything goes according to the plan, I'm going to change my base class next year!
I'm going to move (hopefully) to the other sports class.
They don't have enough students anyway, so it'd be easier than moving from theirs to mine, and it's going to be a new year, so it's not like it's mid-semester and it's almost impossible to fit in.
I'm trying to find anything about that date in Play It.
Nothing.
I started Play a long after number7girl bullshit.
Not even a single mention.
It's when I didn't even use titles!
I love writing titles in here.
I'm at the second post in Play It.
Here's the link: http://playit-mylife.blogspot.com/2012/05/second-post.html
I assume that you can drag it to the side (same with this post one) and you'll be able to read it along with me.
Add some music to the background (genius playlist or an album, mine is a genius of Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back), now it's Koney 2012.
Thinking about it, it's not that bad, I wanted to kidnap youth from the Ivory Coast, change their names and use them like the official coin.
I always wanted an army of children (they drive adults nuts!) and I wanted slaves anyway, I wrote that we must stop *hem*.
STOP! NO! STOP HEM!
Anyway, we're in room makeover.
Meanwhile, I sit on my purple beanbag, while my laptop is partly on my foot, partly on my headphones, but mostly on the other beanbag, I have a couple of pajamas in the room, and a pair of leggings near my starting-to-wear-out vans, while in the other side there's my Trust tablet and pen, a receipt, and Night Star of Alyson Noel.
Earrings, with the grid shit.
All I do with earrings is to occasionally open my earholes.
Color, purple, black, white-ish, white, aqua blue or magenta pink (depends on the bedding), and my map and art that's hanged near my head, that's on the same wall that's my bed is.
The jar idea, well I don't have any garbage, the only weird stuff I have is for something I planned to do, or that I got in some event (the reason that I have red drumsticks made of plastic in my room).
Smell, well, I got my favorite two left (the others I gave to my mother and sister and whoever that's willing to take, my brother as well) which are Diesel's perfume (I asked my dad to buy it, because it seemed something that will fit me, I never tried it before he brought it, it smelled wonderfully on me), and Dream More of Gap.
Wish Box, the only comment I have is : Wish box in my ass, it's useless, depressing, and doesn't work.
Small room, still got it.
I have a bag hangers, I used to have one that says Love but now it's in my closet, my swimsuits are on it, now I have a plain white one, which does the job pretty well/
Mirrors, I got two enormous mirrors, as my closet doors, now I can hate my appearance everytime that I'm depressed. Yippie.
MAKEOVER.
YES.
FINALLY.
After I'm done with this post I'm going to look for emo, I know that I made few silly ones, and I have this need to show you that I'm not "bullying" only scene girls from Polyvore.
I sound ridiculously stupid, with too many grammatical errors, and my vocabulary sucked, now I'm better, as you can tell, I assume that as time will pass, my English will be better and better, after all, I practice it daily, and it became my main voice in my head, and it has some weird "benefits" (?) thanks to the fact that the most of my browsing including murders, sadistic sexual abusers, mentally ill people, and books.
Understand! I know why I am not popular, I picked not to, I can, I've proved it before (the mighty have fallen ever since, and from queen bee, I'm that dying roach that got too much K400 sprayed on), I hate the shallow bitchy girls (I am one, but I'm like Megan and they are May-Gunn, from Asgam), and the ones whose brains can be equal to my show, even though some of them get good grades thanks to an unlimited amount of time of preparing.
I am not popular from a choice, I'd rather be in the side, entering websites that nobody should, and I don't want all of the attention, I'm fine with my imaginary friends, that are never in the same area with me, but they exist, you're the friends I was talking about.
I feel self-conscious, and I'm myself once I set my comfort zone in the place where I am at the time, I act weirdly, and I
Change: I'm not going to any sort of "After school activity" that I mentioned there, dancing, pfft, never!
Band? Nope, nope, nope. I don't want to embarrass myself and almost have a break down on every second memorial day, no thank you.
Acting? No, I'm a good liar, not a good emotional performer, sorry, unless it comes to tears, I'm a wonderful cryer.
I go to the Kabria, which is like the scouts, but cooler.
Cool guys? Are epic males considered to be "cool" because I'm not sure about that, maybe not popular-cool, but they are definitely awesome-cool.
I don't have an account in cool sites, because I don't use them quite often, I use deviantart, blogger (reaction: no shit, we never would've guessed that you used blogger *sarcasm ends*), Youtube (I deleted my Google+ account, so it's slightly different), and how could I forget? My Pro Ana! Totally cool, right? No.
Cool Clique? Those friends from the fifth-sixth-seventh classes (all in the seventh grade) clique? We just do many things together and we're pretty cool about it, we're normal.
Love!
Fat girls can be fairly attractive, my favorite ones are the smooth beautiful ones, I love the pear shaped beauties, they are like healthy-fat people! They are gorgeous.
I have a mildly bearable personality, so you need to understand me before you approach to even talk to me often, because I'll just step right back form the fear.
*hem* again.
I was a stupid ten year old, wasn't I?
I don't believe in the term "best friends" when it comes to me, I have a friend for one or more activity, and another for other activities, and many this way, I don't need to have a bestfriend where we're stuck in each others asses because we're that nosy.
Looks!
Nothing interesting.
I'd have to look about hair and makeup later.
Fashion, I'm not in, as I don't know what's in!
I know that this summer or the next one I'm going to buy a one-piece swimsuit, because of the shame of wearing a bikini is unbearable, next year I'm going to get a couple of hoodies in my favorite design, I'm going to buy school shirts with an O-neck, instead of my awfully revolting V-necks.
I CAN'T FIND ANYTHING ABOUT EMOS OR MAKE UP OR HAIR.
WHAT?!
Maybe in poison?
Nevermind.
I'll never be happy.
Well, some simmy news.
Mickey is not under my control.
He left, I had to delete him and the social worker, because there was a glitch, now Dawn is pregnant, hopefully with twins, because I gave them both the lifetime happiness rewards or however you call that.
I almost had a heart attack.
I thought that my evanescence pin that was right near the top of the bottom of my bed (I'm sitting beneath the bed) was a roach, but it was just on the pillowcase.
I want lunch.
Bye for now...
OR FOREVER.
MUAHAHA
Yum, I love seiten.
I find that the last saying is extra amusing because I just saw another atheistic cartoon.
I also saw that she said jehovah, which is god, in case that you don't know, and I was surprised that a character that's supposed to be religious said it.
It's sacrilegious.
I'm dead serious.
You aren't allowed to say nor write god this way, or at least it's this way in Judaism.
I watch now another sims video, named My Late Suicide.
I don't understand the ending.
How is it even logical.
I'm incredibly confusing.
WAIT WHAT?
Her boyfriend is a character from Not Another [emo] Love Story?!
Kind of explains, it's a classical sims thing.
No, why is the music so evil?
Teen Suicide- Sims made by TheLyricsofHaley.
It's slow, and depressing.
It reminds me a movie that I wanted to watch yesterday, even though I've seen it so many times, Suicide Room, I was kind of in the mood, so it happened.
Okay, I love Haley!
She's epic, the way that she makes the blonde girls sound, is hilarious, it fits to the usual blonde girls..
In sims movies.
What? The Fray's You Found Me?
No! Why?
Now I see emaciated girl pictures in my head, this song was once in a recovery video.
I opened two videos that seemed nice.
"How to commit suicide in The Sims 3", which is always good to know.
Wow, I didn't expect that.
Your sim will commit suicide because this katy perry song is awful.
I don't fully agree (it's Roar, right?), as people like it, and it's quite offending for some people.
I'm watching now "To Write Love On Her Arms; A sims2 Story Of Hope".
I knew that there will be at least one matching male.
She'll probably marry him or something at the end,
Or that she'll die in his arms or something, like always.
It's about a red haired girl, that self harms (I don't know if I can even say it this way), because that she's abused by her drunken father, and after being bullied in public, a black haired boy, that tries to be nice to her, but she rejects im for another guy, and after a while they become friends, and in the end they kiss.
I just found myself trying to escape from Self Harm stories, I don't want to, some people make me cry, the last one that I watched was of GayGod.
This guy is amazing.
A minute haven't passed yet, and I'm bored already, Your Average Sims 3 Teenage Love Story.
It's not average.
How can you put Adele's Someone Like You?
I haven't heard Britney Spears yet, it's not average!
We all now that it's not love story without Britney.
And nothing is funny without it.
People should translate her songs more often.
And The Beatles' I'm The Walrus, not only that it's truly confusing in English, in the part of "Don't you think that the joker laughs at you (Ha ha ha! Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha!)" it translates the hee hee hee to he is he as he or something alike that.
Over a million views for guess what?
sims 2 -ugly girl.
I might done a couple of the views there.
....
What the fuck.
Okay, remember that Mickey is gone? And that I added their lifetime reward for having a bigger chance for twins and triplets?
Well, I have a girl!
And a girl!
And a boy.
It's Riley, Willow, and Jeremy.
Three fucking babies.
How am I supposed to do that?
Should I have a nanny or something?
You know what?
No, I'm going to raise those fuckers by myself!
I'm building a new house.
It's the third time that I build a house.
I just need to move them to a lot that will fit their current needs.
For now, they need a medium sized house, without any stupid luxuries.
I got them their horse stuff, for my foal, Dune.
I got them a kid stuff (I got them a treehouse, swings, sandbox, and alike), and I might put more stuff outside.
In the inside I plan to put a simple kitchen made by synth-fridge (Food Synthesizer from Into The Future), and a couple of counters, with a sink, and a dining area, a bathroom, with a bathtub, and a shower, and a toilet, and a potty training toilet for my triplet, and a closet and a mirror, because I have to.
I'll make some stuff that I got in my family inventory thing that I want to keep.
On the second floor, there are five rooms, one is the "hallway" which is basically a square that has doors and stairs, I'm making a room for each kid, and a master bedroom for Dawn and Alejandro.
And on the attic (yes, I have one!) I'd probably put the stuff that I hate putting but I must keep.
I'm youtube surfing now.
....
I'm a pig, ain't I?
Well, at least I had a shower, and I feel better.
Cleaning my "healthy coat" of filth, is pretty good.
I want to proudly announce that the most emotional thing I've done today is that I cried with the soap, and the toothbrush, when my facial soap got into my eye.
Now, if you knew a nursery rhyme (that's how you call kid songs) in Hebrew, that'd be funny, but you don't, so nevermind.
I want to draw some stuff.
Sorry for not posting!
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