I'm sitting, somewhat tired, because from some reason I woke up at around one am, and then at four am, and then at seven am, but at seven I woke up, which is okay.
But, I'm supposed to go to the doctor today.
I truly wish that I could tell you that I got pneumonia again, just as light, and if not, lighter, and I can stay in home.
Last time that I had light pneumonia, I stayed two long weeks in bed.
I only had television back then, so now it's okay.
I would be able to change positions in bed from at regular spot to watch TV, and to opposite side for using my laptop, because I'm going to try to put my charger in a way that will allow it to get up on my bed, probably using the ladder or some masking tape.
I'm creative when it comes to using this amazing bed building.
I don't even regretting not putting the planks on the other side...
It's a rectangular, so there's at the ladder side, that's near the wall, I got shelves, but on the other side, it's in front of the closet [not very big, so my room doesn't even allow obese people!] I don't have.
I just talked you about something really stupid.
That nobody even cares about... Unless you aspire to be room designers, or work in a workshop, and/or building wooden things.
I'm not really planning doing it.
I'm glad that I can.
My uterus is in pain, [periods fucking suck, you know?] I wear only my jean romper on my legs, because I look hideous with leggings underneath it, and I'm going to probably wear long socks with it.
I fucking hate puberty.
That's not really new to you, but it's worth mentioning.
I'm stipsing.
Isn't new either, but this piece of this blog actually goes somewhere.
I'm answering and listening to music.
What music, Frank Iero.
Why? I don't know, it was suggested, so I said "why not?" and I accidentally clicked on a playlist that's not what I intended it to be, and now I got a huge playlist that doesn't end about every kind of artist that has something to do with similiar music, or just a cover videos.
I secretly wish that I'd get another video of that weird girl that couldn't sing I Will Always Love You.
got some weird numbness in my legs.
Okay, I'm back from school, continued playing BFF of Frank Iero [I will not bow to titles, not just yet, we don't have animation this year, so I don't have to bother with having two untitled files and seven others "asdiuahldsgfiuocg"] and Cherry Iero.
I assume that the girls are their daughters.
Girls at these ages, espacially sisters are better with handling this stuff.
Or maybe it's just my brother who managed breaking two guitars [or was it three] while using them as weapons against my sister and I.
And he also used flutes.
I'm glad that my father stopped playing the Ood at home, the amount of times that my brother asked to play it, is too much.
At least he stopped using the weird cardboard "drum" from Coca-Cola that I gave him... He broke it.
And I'm really glad that I took my drumsticks away from him, it's better for us all.
Oh, it reminds me of something that always amuse me.
In the note I got from Coca Cola, with instructions and descriptions for each thing we received, there were a couple of warning that are funny, because it means it happened enough times to be used as a warning.
Not to put the drumsticks in the ears.
I think that we all know that the ideal spot for things are nose and mouth.
Why?
Nose is perfect, always, two holes that can stretch in an available spot [that's the real reason why people started weird underwear, they were tired that their prankster friend shoved sticks up their ass, really? No, but who knows, maybe!] and it fits itself to the object.
My sister would agree with me, after I tried to shove a 5 NIS coin [the rather large one, see picture no.1] up her nose.
I feel like the new bills are just Israel's way to say "Europe, we strive to be you." But I guess it's alright, at least the coins remain, which is good.
I mean, I got some from 1987.
And there are plenty of cool stuff about these coins, in some of the 1 coins, there is a circle, I don't remember which type it is, the magnetic one or not, but it's really cool!
We also got these super old coins, with instead of the usual back, we got images! I can show you, I'll just have to take a picture.
We also got even older ones, like the Liras, they are really cool.
And, there used to be Agorots of 1 and 5 [the 1's are like cents] but the 1's are out of the used ones long ago [earlier than my birth if I remember correctly] and the five's stopped being used at around 2008.
Oh, earlier, while I was making my happy-satan-tofu [I drew a devil emoji on my tofu wrapper], Harael called me, after quite a while, I told him that I can't hear a word that he says, because I'm listening to "very musical songs", he responded with something hilarious, "Yeah right, all the songs you hear are 'let's all kill ourselves, life is a living hell!'" and I told him his wrong, and that I'm listening to "The soap cried a lot of Svika Pik."
It's one of these songs that you know from when you're three but still will sing a bit of it for the rest of your life.
Why? Because it's really catchy, the part that everybody sings goes like this "Shurum zurum zurum rim, shurum zurum zurum rim, hem sharim hem sharim hem sharim..." which is the Shurum zurum zurum rim, and the "Hem sharim" is "They sing."
Who sings? The soap, and the toothbrush, and the toothpaste, and the sink, and everything else.
Yes, totally "let's all kill ourselves" which was a pretty good imitation, you can't just be offended and say it's not true, it's probably one of the better imitations, and it's surprising, he usually listens to rap, and dubstep, so the fact that he just threw into the air such a great version, is astounding.
He called me because he wanted that I'd come to the falafel too.
Oh, he just called me again, it's weird for me to see now his new name when his calling, I call him "MCRL" which is a really cool thing because he aspires to be a master of ceremonies, and his name is pronounced like R-L.
Together, I always think "Why would a mackerel call me?" and then it takes me a second to figure out that it's him.
I'm really stupid from time to time.
But not as stupid as the guys in Stips.
Wow they are stupid, and way too lazy to make their homework.
It's annoying.
Grow some brains and get your shit together.
Use fucking wikipedia, learn your English.
Today's highlight was when a sixteener asked me for help when it came to English and googling.
I'm not even kidding, it's pathetic!
I would be ashamed to not know such a simple thing.
English guys, it's fucking English.
Oh, a better part was when a girl asked for us to write in English about what Hitler did when she argued with an American.
Did you give it to her? No! Why would I?! I told her that she'd better stop arguing without knowing English well enough, she makes Israelis seem ignorant and another thing I forgot!
Sorry, I was busy understanding that in Japanese and Hungarian my name is pronounced identically.
I would say arabic too, but in Arabic, they managed having an alternative for the "V" they didn't have.
The stuff I understand at these odd times amaze me, I mean, what the fuck?
Okay, let me tell you what I think about now, what my "emotions" are [why in these marks? Because it's more like a bunch of weird shit going on and a bunch of hormonal bullshit.] and I'd like to give you a great dose of "Dvashism".
I catch one guy's eye quite a lot, he's looking at me, or staring at my direction... Well, I'm probably just imagining it and that's only my paranoid mind, right? Right! He's probably looking at the friend of his behind me. I'm the odd one! True? True!
I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous, I don't know what to think, I feel like I'm hurting everyone! Yesterday, we played dodgeball, and I tried to steal a ball [legal action] and I accidently scratched her near her eye! I ended up scratching the back of my hands for ten minutes.
Pure joy, isn't it?
Okay, I got Cabria tomorrow, it's alright, don't get me wrong, but it's that kind of thing that you just feel like sluggish and "Oh... Maybe I shouldn't go there..." even though that it's not that bad.
To be honest, I'd rather clean my room and listen nonstop to Duck Sauce's Barbra Streisand.
Which is a very bad example, because it's actually one of the rather fun stuff to do!
The lyrics are basically "Oooooooooh" multiple times and every once in a while it goes "Barbra Streisand" and it's really nice thing to listen to.
It's very deep.
As deep as MCRL imitation, and if not, it's twice as deep!
I need to take a shower.
Heh, maybe later.
I wanted to say something, but I managed to forget!
Some explanation about what's going on now.
I'm sitting, the playlist goes on and on, and I'm feeling my nose tip from time to time, when I bathed, I noticed that the nostril area skin is peeling off.
I want now to go and be home schooled, or at least, put all of the interrupting and rude students away from the ones who actually want to study, it's quite annoying, even though that it prepares me to life, with teaching myself and stuff.
I was listening to The Light Behind Your Eyes, and now Frank Iero's cover of Extraordinary Girl.
And I remember that really awful truth I had to face.
I'm number two.
I'll explain later.
But, I'm supposed to go to the doctor today.
I truly wish that I could tell you that I got pneumonia again, just as light, and if not, lighter, and I can stay in home.
Last time that I had light pneumonia, I stayed two long weeks in bed.
I only had television back then, so now it's okay.
I would be able to change positions in bed from at regular spot to watch TV, and to opposite side for using my laptop, because I'm going to try to put my charger in a way that will allow it to get up on my bed, probably using the ladder or some masking tape.
I'm creative when it comes to using this amazing bed building.
I don't even regretting not putting the planks on the other side...
It's a rectangular, so there's at the ladder side, that's near the wall, I got shelves, but on the other side, it's in front of the closet [not very big, so my room doesn't even allow obese people!] I don't have.
I just talked you about something really stupid.
That nobody even cares about... Unless you aspire to be room designers, or work in a workshop, and/or building wooden things.
I'm not really planning doing it.
I'm glad that I can.
My uterus is in pain, [periods fucking suck, you know?] I wear only my jean romper on my legs, because I look hideous with leggings underneath it, and I'm going to probably wear long socks with it.
I fucking hate puberty.
That's not really new to you, but it's worth mentioning.
I'm stipsing.
Isn't new either, but this piece of this blog actually goes somewhere.
I'm answering and listening to music.
What music, Frank Iero.
Why? I don't know, it was suggested, so I said "why not?" and I accidentally clicked on a playlist that's not what I intended it to be, and now I got a huge playlist that doesn't end about every kind of artist that has something to do with similiar music, or just a cover videos.
I secretly wish that I'd get another video of that weird girl that couldn't sing I Will Always Love You.
got some weird numbness in my legs.
Okay, I'm back from school, continued playing BFF of Frank Iero [I will not bow to titles, not just yet, we don't have animation this year, so I don't have to bother with having two untitled files and seven others "asdiuahldsgfiuocg"] and Cherry Iero.
I assume that the girls are their daughters.
Girls at these ages, espacially sisters are better with handling this stuff.
Or maybe it's just my brother who managed breaking two guitars [or was it three] while using them as weapons against my sister and I.
And he also used flutes.
I'm glad that my father stopped playing the Ood at home, the amount of times that my brother asked to play it, is too much.
At least he stopped using the weird cardboard "drum" from Coca-Cola that I gave him... He broke it.
And I'm really glad that I took my drumsticks away from him, it's better for us all.
Oh, it reminds me of something that always amuse me.
In the note I got from Coca Cola, with instructions and descriptions for each thing we received, there were a couple of warning that are funny, because it means it happened enough times to be used as a warning.
Not to put the drumsticks in the ears.
I think that we all know that the ideal spot for things are nose and mouth.
Why?
Nose is perfect, always, two holes that can stretch in an available spot [that's the real reason why people started weird underwear, they were tired that their prankster friend shoved sticks up their ass, really? No, but who knows, maybe!] and it fits itself to the object.
 |
| No. 1, five NIS coin, at least that's how it is in 2014, before the entering of the new bills. |
I feel like the new bills are just Israel's way to say "Europe, we strive to be you." But I guess it's alright, at least the coins remain, which is good.
I mean, I got some from 1987.
And there are plenty of cool stuff about these coins, in some of the 1 coins, there is a circle, I don't remember which type it is, the magnetic one or not, but it's really cool!
We also got these super old coins, with instead of the usual back, we got images! I can show you, I'll just have to take a picture.
We also got even older ones, like the Liras, they are really cool.
And, there used to be Agorots of 1 and 5 [the 1's are like cents] but the 1's are out of the used ones long ago [earlier than my birth if I remember correctly] and the five's stopped being used at around 2008.
Oh, earlier, while I was making my happy-satan-tofu [I drew a devil emoji on my tofu wrapper], Harael called me, after quite a while, I told him that I can't hear a word that he says, because I'm listening to "very musical songs", he responded with something hilarious, "Yeah right, all the songs you hear are 'let's all kill ourselves, life is a living hell!'" and I told him his wrong, and that I'm listening to "The soap cried a lot of Svika Pik."
It's one of these songs that you know from when you're three but still will sing a bit of it for the rest of your life.
Why? Because it's really catchy, the part that everybody sings goes like this "Shurum zurum zurum rim, shurum zurum zurum rim, hem sharim hem sharim hem sharim..." which is the Shurum zurum zurum rim, and the "Hem sharim" is "They sing."
Who sings? The soap, and the toothbrush, and the toothpaste, and the sink, and everything else.
Yes, totally "let's all kill ourselves" which was a pretty good imitation, you can't just be offended and say it's not true, it's probably one of the better imitations, and it's surprising, he usually listens to rap, and dubstep, so the fact that he just threw into the air such a great version, is astounding.
He called me because he wanted that I'd come to the falafel too.
Oh, he just called me again, it's weird for me to see now his new name when his calling, I call him "MCRL" which is a really cool thing because he aspires to be a master of ceremonies, and his name is pronounced like R-L.
Together, I always think "Why would a mackerel call me?" and then it takes me a second to figure out that it's him.
I'm really stupid from time to time.
But not as stupid as the guys in Stips.
Wow they are stupid, and way too lazy to make their homework.
It's annoying.
Grow some brains and get your shit together.
Use fucking wikipedia, learn your English.
Today's highlight was when a sixteener asked me for help when it came to English and googling.
I'm not even kidding, it's pathetic!
I would be ashamed to not know such a simple thing.
English guys, it's fucking English.
Oh, a better part was when a girl asked for us to write in English about what Hitler did when she argued with an American.
Did you give it to her? No! Why would I?! I told her that she'd better stop arguing without knowing English well enough, she makes Israelis seem ignorant and another thing I forgot!
Sorry, I was busy understanding that in Japanese and Hungarian my name is pronounced identically.
I would say arabic too, but in Arabic, they managed having an alternative for the "V" they didn't have.
The stuff I understand at these odd times amaze me, I mean, what the fuck?
Okay, let me tell you what I think about now, what my "emotions" are [why in these marks? Because it's more like a bunch of weird shit going on and a bunch of hormonal bullshit.] and I'd like to give you a great dose of "Dvashism".
 |
| True? True! |
I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous, I don't know what to think, I feel like I'm hurting everyone! Yesterday, we played dodgeball, and I tried to steal a ball [legal action] and I accidently scratched her near her eye! I ended up scratching the back of my hands for ten minutes.
Pure joy, isn't it?
Okay, I got Cabria tomorrow, it's alright, don't get me wrong, but it's that kind of thing that you just feel like sluggish and "Oh... Maybe I shouldn't go there..." even though that it's not that bad.
To be honest, I'd rather clean my room and listen nonstop to Duck Sauce's Barbra Streisand.
Which is a very bad example, because it's actually one of the rather fun stuff to do!
The lyrics are basically "Oooooooooh" multiple times and every once in a while it goes "Barbra Streisand" and it's really nice thing to listen to.
It's very deep.
As deep as MCRL imitation, and if not, it's twice as deep!
I need to take a shower.
Heh, maybe later.
I wanted to say something, but I managed to forget!
Some explanation about what's going on now.
I'm sitting, the playlist goes on and on, and I'm feeling my nose tip from time to time, when I bathed, I noticed that the nostril area skin is peeling off.
I want now to go and be home schooled, or at least, put all of the interrupting and rude students away from the ones who actually want to study, it's quite annoying, even though that it prepares me to life, with teaching myself and stuff.
I was listening to The Light Behind Your Eyes, and now Frank Iero's cover of Extraordinary Girl.
And I remember that really awful truth I had to face.
I'm number two.
I'll explain later.
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