

Breaktime cliques.My school during breaktime is a place rather like a school science laboratory. It contains many elements to it, all various dilutions of each other. Just as one can be determined by which row of desks they sit in, so one can be determined by where they choose to spend this precious hour without lessons. Many of the social cliques decide to spend their time in a building known as the ‘A block’. This is because it is where many of our lockers are, and because a lot of food gets sold there (and you know how much Immanuel kids love food). The girls who sit closest by the door, spreading their legs out selfishly and often sneaking out to havBreaktime cliques.
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It was shit. The weed was crap. The girls are bitches. I didn't enjoy my stay there at all.
I don't even want to go into it right now.
Ugh.
That guy who was meant to go to a farm? He didn't go. I did.
Yup, I live in Israel now on a farm for fuck up boys (all of them are way more fucked up then me). The guy who was meant to go to the farm? He's in a drugs rehab program in Switzerland. He's not on drugs, but he pretended he was to get in. They're very impressed by his tolerance of his 'withdrawel symptoms'.
The girl? Well, she broke up with him a few months ago so that he could go to the farm. She has a new boyfriend now who I spoke to last night at length about religion. Seems like a nice guy.
I'm now back in London since yesterday until early Sunday morning. I'm going to South Africa for two weeks on holiday. My 'target' girl there is hot and she has a tongue stud. And apparently weed costs £10 an ounce there. Also, it's summers there, which means I'm partying on the beach for new years.
After that, back to London for two days, then back to Israel.
Lemme spend some time telling you about the farm. It's an ultra-religious Jewish organisation, and most of the boys there are from ultra-religious familys and they've rebelled.
It's pretty cool there. It's right out in the middle of nowhere and the sunset is like no other. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera, which means no pictures of it yet.
Also, they give a pack of cigarettes out to anyone who wakes up in the morning. I wake up every single day, which means I smoke like a fucking bitch out there. (Cigs cost the equivilent of about $5 or £2.50, better than the £5.50 I pay here)
All in all, I'm very happy at the moment. Just feeling pretty good in myself.
I'm going to look for pictures to take today so I can add one or two new deviations before I'm off again on my journeys.
Peace and love.
Jesse
By the way, how can I give you some solace?
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I'm sorry, but I have now left DeviantArt. You can still see what's on my profile page if you'd like.
Okay, this is turning into a piece of open poetry, I'd better stop there!
Maybe a good nights sleep will do me good. The question is, what is there to wake up for? And if there's no reason for me to wake up, who's to say that I *will* wake up?
I'm willing to take that risk though, good night!
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Maths is NOT boring, philistines!
What is a good friend? I don't know. I have rough ideas, but honestly, now, I'm not quite sure.
One of the only good friends I have has decided to move away for a year to a fucking farm to get his life sorted. Fucking bullshit. There's only one other person that I'd consider to be that good a friend - this guys girlfriend. He'd have to break up with her if he goes away, and she really, really, really likes him. It's one of the most perfect relationships I know. And she'll be so unhappy, upset and depressed I'd ever have seen her. I can't take it to see her like that, it would drive me even lower and lower into depression.
I'm going to play guitar or write another song or something. I'll see where my soul takes me.
Stay loyal.
Jesse.
I hope you feel better soon
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Maths is NOT boring, philistines!
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