Current mood: YAAAAAY :-D !!!!

I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be
I told myself I wouldn't miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there's one memory I don't want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's over
And I can't pretend that I won't think about you when I'm older
Cause we never really had our closure
This can't be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
(And I think you should know this)
(You deserve much better than me)

Better Than Me / Hinder

Beach ideas don't seem to work out too well. Azrieli is funner, and then there's this music store in Dizengoff, כלי זמר, and it's 3 floors, and all those guitars and pianos were just amazing. Then, after taking like 10 pics, the guys like "no photos, hon" (he didn't say "hon" but I'm adding that to make the story more interesting hehe).
Basically, tons of fun. Like really. All around it was
just
Fun.
And all the ppl who came were amazing and
i
love
them.
(Some more, some less, lol...)

I would never be able to live in a world with only girls, I need my guys in order to survive. Just as simple as that.

Don't copy my photos, they're my art, I don't wanna hand them out.

I'm gonna go biking later.
Bagrut was good.
Current mood: Happy, anticipating, anxious, heart beating fast.

Ok, so basically school is over cept for the lashon bagrut on friday which is gonna totally totally suck its gonna be such a pain in the ass to do! i cant stand these lashon tests!
Well, anyway, Sunday we're all going to the beach. I'm bored as hell sittin here doin nothing, half the ppl i know are sleeping, and it's 6:00 am in Florida now. If I was there I would be sleeping. Well I'll be coming, I'll be in Palm Beach county really soon! And I can't waittttt!!!!!!

Current mood: Lonely

"I remember you, do you remember me , too? Born on the 14th of July, the smell of roses made her cry...

The sun the moon the earth the sky....
I would give everything... to be your everything... "

-Stereo Fuse, "Everything".

"What else can I do when the tears have all been wasted?
And the only voice you choose to hear
Sings the songs of our hearts breaking."

-Hootie and the Blowfish, "Innocence"

The rain made mirrors of the earth...

You're barely waking, and I'm tangled up in you...

Always remember I'm by your side
Such a shame that you had to go
So much more that I'd like to know
So many things you forgot to show me how to do

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now 

When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye

And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go

Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine
Imagine

:-( :-S

© Me, so don't copy any of the photos on this blog without my permission.

AAAAAAAH! i wanna scream out but there's a roof above me that traps me into these four walls. I wanna run but the doors are locked and the street is cold and the world is dark. I want to be somewhere else, but it's far across the world. And I want to walk along the shore, watch the galloping waves, enhale the air, fill my mind with the glaring stars above and the endless shards of smoky sand below. I want my bare feet to sink into the beachy plane.

goddamit

CARS (all photos I took)

Cherry Picking

I CANNNNNNTTTTT
WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, right now, I should have no pressure on me cuz i have nothing until a week from today, but I actually do. I mean I havta read over what I did in math class- just to make sure i know eveyrthing, I'm having 2 teeth pulled out tonight, my brother's having surgery in a few hours to fix his broken wrist from the crash, I havta make sure everyone in my class brings 20 shekels for tomorrow, i havta have ppl sign a thing to help jonathan pollard get released, I havta practice violin too long than i'm willing to, and i havta clean my room.

and in a week and a half on sunday were all going to the beach, so im just saying it so everyone will know and be ready to go. arighty then, im gonna get off the computer now, becuz anyway no one's online really, and wtvr.

We read an awesome poem today in English class but it's too long to write here, so just click here and u can read it.

"איזהו חכם? הלומד מכל אדם"

Softly creeping
Down the wrong path
Asking, Begging
Losing
Every
Way back to sanity.

Softly rocking
Up the lonely road
Carved with faces
In the wrong directions
Finding
Evrything hidden in the brush.

Carrying steel swords
With jitted edges
And lonesome histories
And no bloodstains.

Carrying a pile of
Sand
In the distance there's the cry
Of a child
Screaming, yelling
Engaging in the earth's flaming truth.

Softly creeping
Everyone notices
But no one cares
And people beat the shit out of
the wrong path,
of the way back to sanity.
Of the rocks.
Of the sword.
Of the sand.

xo

I think my blog is too long so I wanna stop writing but it's too hard to stop writing cuz the words just come out. i can't wait till the summer - i know i've said this tons of times - but i really really really am so so so excited about it. The day I'm gonna go to the states happens to be a motza"sh, which means NOBODY wants to be near me on that Shabbat cuz ill be sooo hyper hehe!

today is June 12th, which means shcool's out in 8 days -> Next Tuesday, and I have the art bagrut on Wednesday, and then on Friday the lashon bagrut, and then this whole shitty school thing is over for the year!

YAY

I really feel like being hyper now! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Well, I guess I'll just have to shut up now cuz I talk way too much on this blog.

Blank.

I can either go to Talmon for shabbat (to our teacher's house) with 15 other girls from my class or stay home.

Why I should stay home:
1-my mouth is killing me becuz of these metal things so i cant eat or drink, and i cant talk properly
2-my grandparents are gonna be at my hosue for Shabbat and I only see them once a year
3- I'm tired

Why I should go:
1- I want to see my teacher's house because she told us it's cool and anyway I like seeing houses, and how they're designed and built and stuff
2- I want to see her family cuz she has cute little kids or somthing and i wanna find out if they're weird like her hehe
3- Alina and I are meant to do a pe'ilut for the class
4- It might be fun (the eating part mainly... but i can't eat! blah)
5- Joe won't be here, and otehr ppl aren't coming out, so it's not worth coming out.

FYI, this blog is kinda messed up when you go to it thru internet explorar, i have no clue why, but wtvr. So you should use Mozilla Firefox it's such a better web browser!!!

Life is a poem. Everything I see, hear, feel, want, - it's all words, it's all the magic of stringing together to create reality. And poems are the
Galloping horses and the roaring lions
behind everything...
and poems are the fundamental world and being of the
Poet.
And that's just the way it is.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH :'(

Top left to bottom right:
Anna, Ilana, Alina, Natanel, Me, Avital, N's kippah, "Freedom", Shayna + Sarah, Me, Shayna, "Star Gazer", Me, "My dead poem", Avital's legs, Me, "Impossible Love" by Selina Fenech,Ben[jy], Me (Shabbat Ulpana), Me.