Hello, my dearies

Hello again! It's been a while...
I've been suffering a bit with school and the lack of hours of sunlight but I know it can only get better from here.
On that note, I wanted to show you a documentary about a Mrs. Jill Brzezinski-Conley that I watched a few moments ago. It's already dear to my heart and will stay in my mind for a while now...

Exams, moldy drinks, and lockers - OH MY!!!

Hey guys:) Been a while, huh?
Well, I guess it's just been the fact that school has slowly been burying me under heaps of papers, book pages, and, of course, the dreaded final exams. But, hey, I'm not complaining - yeah, I kinda signed up for this stress, and, well, I kinda love being busy:) And, to top it all off, I just cleaned my locker today...
Surprisingly, I didn't go all "Aw! I'm cleaning out the locker I had my freshman year of high school!" When, in all reality, I was more like, "What grew in this bottle?!?" Yup:) Turns out that mold does take to half finished, almost-six-month-old bottles of half tea+half lemonade drinks. Believe me, I did enough freaking out when I found it with my friend (yes, I had to bring along a friend to make sure the blackhole of my locker didn't suck me into its deadly clutches because, let's be honest, it was a disaster...) and we ended up throwing the bottle between each other and squeling like freaking pigs having a heart attack.... not an attractive noise to make. Eventually, we caught the attention of the dean of students and, as he walked up, my friend had just plopped the scary bottle wreaking of death and sad half tea+half lemonade in my lap and, being me - should you even know me - I just had to do my creeped out dance (consisting of yelling, "hilarious" faces that just entertain people, and a lot of jumping up and down).To put it lightly, the dean just shook his head and left us - yes! VICTORY! -  to laugh our lungs out in front of the small crowd of about five people that had accumulated in front of my locker - which, by the way, happens to be in a HALLWAY for goodness sake! Eventually, the kids stopped being nosy when we started snorting like pigs and getting hiccups while rolling on the ground - Tough Crowd.

Should you be taking exams right now: hang on, charlie! you'll survive yet!
(but, if you happen to have a locker like mine, well... good luck, charlie...)

Sheltered

You know those movies that are so good, you walk away with a thick blanket of "What the fuck did I just watch?" and, maybe the occasional "What if...." ? Yeah, I am totally going through that right about now.
The Hunger Games. Simple as that. A book about a country, torn apart almost eighty years before, now going through a gladiatorial battle between the broken down districts and the wonderfully built up capital - grown so large only because of the deaths and the money and the crookedness of man. 24 children, no matter the age, have to kill each other until only one comes out alive. And then they are immortalized...
So, the main character knows exactly what happens to those unfortunate few, but still goes ahead and takes the responsibility from her prissy younger sister. She goes to hell and back in order to fulfill her promise to her younger sister about winning.
And, just thinking about it, my eyes tear up. Had my sister's name been called, I would have walked up there and taken her place just as easily. I would have killed and even died for her. Because I love her, cherish her, and couldn't fathom her living without me nor me without her. But, thinking further, I think about my parents...
My parents shelter me. They make sure that I will never get hurt and they would gladly give their lives to make sure that my sister and I wouldn't get hurt. But, you know, not a lot of other parents would do the same. Some, however horrible, would easily turn their backs and walk away. We know this and still go ahead and mess around and take that for granted. The main character's mother, for example, went through periods of time where she couldn't even take care of others, nevertheless, care for her children's well being.
I can't even comprehend a day where people are scared for their lives because they have to deal with a lottery that either ends with popularity and immortality or dullness, starvation, and, well, life, for a limited amount of time. I can't even begin to imagine a day where I can't have freedom, plentiful food, or parents that are there for me. A day in which I can't be my bubbly, trusting self because that would get my ass in some serious trouble.
I thought, right after the movie, "What would happen if I was the heroine, in the games and in the blood-bath? Killing and running and offering up a considerable amount of hope in a better day?"
I would get my ass killed in the first week of the competition....
(Believe me, this certain comment definitely won a disapproving look from my mother;)

Kony 2012

Okay, then:) My sister has been begging me to see this certain video that everyone has been talking about all week. I listen, and I just can't wrap my mind around what they were saying! They would say, "I can't believe Kony has gotten away with this for so long!" and the next person would pitch in, "Dude, this is in Africa. No one never showed interest in these people for anything other than those soppy commercials and giving money."
So, I watch it. And, I LOVED IT. I don't have a frigging clue about how I can sneak out of my freaking house without my family hearing me, or screaming at people and trying to get people to listen to me. And it came to me: I have a freaking blog, man!
And, so. Here is my minimal, but (I'm hoping) helpful contribution:)
Love,
ERenee

I really believe in this cause. Let's get this party going, people!!!!
http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012

School!

The irritation has officially sunken in. I feel like I am absolutely drowning in the essays I have to write and the homework I have to do tonight and the hours I'll spend staring at the blinking cursor on my word document. But, it's all worth it...

I am going to be the first one in my tiny immediate family of four to go to college and finish. I'm doing it to show my sister that even the spaz that was never interested in college can go and get a degree... Not that I have been very sure about going to college... I wanted to travel the world and see the sights, meet the people and party it up and be the painter, the architect, the photographer, the charismatic writer, the movie maker, the sleeper, the walker and so many other things .... But, I have decided that I want to be a teacher. My parents are saying that I WILL NOT DO THAT because they get paid so little. Oh, Boo Hoo. I don't give a freaking care about the money. sure, that would be a perk, but I'm doing this to show that I can do what I want to do and still be alive! I can still be myself... Drowning in the impossible amount of assignments due tomorrow, but I am going to push through and fight my ass off so I can be that role-model for my sister. If I can make it (which I sometimes doubt), then she should be able to get into the golden land of happiness and bliss and money and jobs and success. I wish you the best, Oh sister of mine.

Go forth and fetch the destiny you have had for such a long time. Be a CEO, a principal, a president, RULE THE WORLD... (just don't be a dictator. you know you can't let that happen, you love too much)

So, I am enduring the pain and the suffereing and the blandness of my history class because I have people looking up to me. Besides... my parents still need a house in the Greecian Islands;)

with much love and until next time oh wonderful people who stop and read my rants,

yours truly

Me

Well, hello everyone!
I just noticed that I never went into depth about myself. So... Here goes:)
I absolutely love the color yellow. It's a crazy, sunny, happy color and I really kinda need the crazy, happy, sunny right now. I get interesting looks when I say my favorite color is yellow rather than the steriotypical pink, purple and girly colors, but I'm not in the blue, green, red, black, and brown, either... So, I happen to be in the middle, with a color that is not either a "girl" color or a "boy" color:)
My favorite season ever is summer, but I like spring too... Only because that's the season I was born into this world. I may live in a desert and it can be unbearably hot, it's just how I like it: Pool weather, movie weather, ice cream and ice-cold soda and lemonade weather. I absolutely detest winter and fall because that's when everything is dying and lies dead in the cold, dark days. Winter is very depressing for me... I keep on as many lights in the house as possible and I tend to not read as many books in the winter either, because they make me sad for some odd reason.
Art is my passion. Simple as that. I love it, and I have a feeling it loves me too. It speaks to me, as well as my new love: Music. They walk hand in hand. Music makes art and art makes oh so much music. I've actually started to plan my own creation wall in my room: The longest wall must be completely white and not a single thing on it. I'll break out sharpies, spray-paint, normal paint, balloons, posters, stencils and quotes to finally allow this wall to become something it should have been from the get-go.
I am a pretty creative kid. Gypsy skirts, t-shirts from the guy section at the store, jeans covered with meeting dates and quotes, a green yarn bracelet paired with evil eye bracelets and some of my sister's beads. I just cut my hair really short for the heck of it. I needed a change. I wear absolutely no makeup as opposed to the clown-faced girls of my age that think they should put out and get boyfriends. I don't have a boyfriend because no one even acknowledges me.
I have an A+, B-, 2 C+'s and a D. So, technically, I'm a B- student:)
I listen to Radiohead, The Killers, The Gorillaz, Florence and The Machine, Adele, Kate Nash, The Head and The Heart, P!nk, One Republic, Xx, Sia, Run DMC, Green Day, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Journey (my favorite of their's is Separate Ways) and so many artists that range from rock to folk.
I want to travel all over the world because I feel that I need to be a part of the whole, not just a small, insignificant piece of the United States... Greece, Italy, France... But, not for the regular "oh it's so pretty" reasons. France: catacombs. Greece: I need to see the Parthenon before it's done being reconstructed... I love the raw beauty with the wires, machinery, rocks and so many things that come into reconstructing a world-renowned monument that might collapse at any moment. Italy: because I want to live there at one point of my life. It's so colorful and so culturally dynamic:) I want to go everywhere, but I'm hoping that's the first place I can go.

I think that's plenty for now:) I might just write into a whole other page...

10 things I wold have loved to have known before my day started...

1) you should have just done a couple of circles for your 3D project in art
2) do not brush your hair after it has dried
3) you have biology today. Brace Yourself
4) show up beevus and butthead when you have to talk about your punnet squares\
5) hug as many people as possible
6) no eye contact with your adviser. he will make you talk
7) try not to cry next time you have a meeting with your guidance counselor
8) bust your ass to get your art out there. oh, and put yourself out there too.
9) just walk out of the room and try not to look like you're about to do something against the rules when you're really just going outside to see your friend's puppy
10) they're family, for God's sake! HUG THEM!!!

yeah, this would have definitely made me considerably more ready to tackle on a wednesday