"before sunrise"

a rare, cinematic glimpse into the emotions behind love. i love it.

i was scrolling through lists of classic romantic movies at two in the morning last night (note the lack of a social life). i noticed in every trailer that i watched that there was some sort of sex going on that was meant to fulfill the media's view of boy/girl relationships, except a few. this one was one of them. when i saw the trailer, my heart immediately began to race: even though i stare at modern romance movies with a dramatic stink eye, i was legitimately excited about this one. i tell you this right now: i came into the movie with hollow hope, and i came out of it with tears running down my face and my chest about to explode from...happiness.

i wouldn't recommend this movie to everyone, because it's mostly the two characters walking around and talking; very little action takes place. but it's not boring. it's amazingly the very opposite. the two characters only have one night together, and you just feel as if you were a ghost, peeking in on the unraveling romance between a girl and a guy. gosh, i love this movie. the sequel, before sunset, takes place nine years later, and is very much the same style of the first movie. but these movies are so indescribably honest i couldn't bear to watch any of those horrible chick flicks filled with sex anymore. never again.

because NLT are no longer together, the members are off to do other things.

one member, justin thorne, is now a member of the band 'one call.'

hopefully they'll get popular in a couple of months.

their singing voices are really quite marvelous.

this song is my personal favorite. my heart wants to burst at the lyrics:

if you must know, i'm on a findasmuchmusicinaslittletimeaspossiblerage.

there's nothing i love more than showing everyone music that i've found. even if most people won't like it. teehee.

'NOT LIKE THEM' AKA 'NLT'

you know artie from 'glee'? he used to be in this band! they're not together anymore though. :(

r&b, popish sound. they dance too.

i can't believe i never posted this band.

THE NAKED AND FAMOUS

cool stuff from new zealand!

emotional love...

...and something more sexual.

i've listened to the backstreet boys seriously ever since i can remember. i just don't tell everyone because people would make fun of me...:) but their archaic pop music is not so different from the pop music playing on the radios nowadays, except really that the themes they sing about, mainly love, are about the emotions, and not the sex. to be completely honest, i want sex sometime in my life. but the other 95% of my life that's spent not making love, i want it to be spent pleasing my husband because i love him enough to die for him. i want that so bad. bsb's songs encompass pretty much everything i want in a relationship. it fills my heart and my mind. our emotions are so human. we sometimes forget we have them, including me.

m83's music is...indescribably good. i can't tell you why specifically, but i feel energized and peaceful at the same time? when i listen to it. i found them a while ago, but never really got into them because i was just getting into "indie music," and i wasn't accustomed to different sounds yet, if you understand me at all. but now they seem like everything and all of it and the past and the present of what my poor, diminished teenage self wants. i usually skip the songs related to bodies, sex, etc. but the song "skin of the night" is so transparent that i'm drawn to it like it was lifeblood or something. isn't the song grand, just grand?

I finally know what to write about.

11 December 2010
I was in a foul mood that day, coming out of my last class of the day. I usually am in a foul mood at the end of the day these days, anyway.
I closed my locker and started walking towards the stairs, and I noticed him at his usual spot, at his locker, shuffling through some stacks of books and contemplating which ones to take home that day. He usually does this, and I usually say, "See ya," before he says bye with a smile.
I said nothing that day. My heart clenched as I began to pass him.
But, oh, how dare he.
My nerves were set on fire when he turned around and started talking. "Did we have any AP Bio homework?"
I stopped, said nothing, irritated, but shrugged. I wasn't sure if I succeeded, but I was trying in all my best efforts to set my eyes ablaze to his horror. I doubt it worked, because as I turned to keep walking, he said, almost in a desperate plea, "Wait, don't go."
Or was it, "Wait, don't leave"?
Just those few simple words left my heart, its place in my chest, feeling like it got pressed under a hundred pound weight. You know all of those cliches about people saying they can feel their heart breaking? It's not cliche, it's real.
Don't leave? Don't. Leave?
Leaving is for those who want to escape. Who want to no longer be around a person anymore. To forget something. Usually something painful.
How dare you even sound like you still want to be around me when I used to think we could have been the best couple ever? How could you "break up" with me because I am not a track star and drink soda and fall asleep in class. I'm sorry, I really am.
Just take me back. For those six months or so, I felt like I was wanted by someone of the opposite gender. Now I feel so hopeless I could cry. When I clenched my teeth at your so-called desperate plea, it wasn't real. I clenched my teeth because I wanted to fall into your arms and never feel offended again. I want you to still want me. Just anyone will do.
I wanted to say, "Don't leave? What do you want me to do, then?"
And I wished for him to say, "I just…wanted to talk with you."
"Talk about our futures and hopes and dreams and goals until the sun sets? It would be an honor."
Of course, it never turns out this way.
"You break my heart." - Demi Moore, St. Elmo's Fire.

i have identified some of my favorite words in the entire world:

Damascus

aesthetic

plus, i really love the word combination of 'sc' in words, such as oscillating and scenery. i would probably fall in love with you if you wrote a poem profusely filled with words with 'sc' 's.

don't let dreams always be dreams.

saturday night.
i have joshua morrison, a notebook, and my favorite dessert.
what peace.

i have another blog!
my journalism class is creating them to out some thoughts + feelings. visit me and me pals.

finally, a day off.
Jesus Christ makes me glad to have a beating heart, a free mind, and the best of friends + family.

I REALLY LIKE SMALL CHILDREN. I WANT ONE.

last day of summer.

sophmore year, here i come.

blegh.

'Cyrano de Bergerac' Quotes: "'And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.''
- Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, Act 3"

thank you, summer. you're so good to us.

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i have a bittersweet compilation of music that mimics my feelings about this time of year. reserved, sophisticated lament that accompanies the soaring feelings of romance and freedom. i pour my soul to this. cheers, renee.

parkeryoung on Xanga: "INSIGHTFUL OBSERVATION OF THE DAY:
Y’know how when you eat peanut butter and it gets stuck on the “roof of your mouth” ?
Okay, think about it -- That term is way off. Who ever originally called it that?
I mean, c’mon, really, it’s definitely the ceiling of your mouth. Am I right or am I right?"

salvation is here.

God, I cannot even begin to explain how I'm sorry. I'm so human, and I feel like I don't need You, and sometimes, I feel like You don't have the answers to the things I want answers for. But You do. I believe You, I want to follow You always. I'm a newborn child all the time, always discovering You. L O V E tastes like teardrops.

Interesting how Jon Foreman's music sounds like God talking directly to you.

Oh, the joys of rediscovering music. You sincerely wonder why you don't listen to stuff like this anymore, and instead go in search of indie foreign artists with weird sounds. Why do I do that?

i n s p i r a t i o n

late summer playlist coming soon.

pictures found at haley's tumblr. cheers.

NEW BIKE + NEW SUMMER VIBE

friday, my sister came home and my mom surprised me with a new bike.

rachel and i plan to ride to publix tomorrow for some candy bars and chocolate milk.

with this, i'm planning on making a cycling club at my high school, where bikes are very un-popular.

i hope such a club could bring cycling's popularity back up. can you imagine?

marching band 2010: the music of aaron copland.
the difference between this year's music and last year's music (leanord bernstein's candide) ishuge. this year, it's more penetrating+ luxurious. i am a band nerd, i admit. but playing this music and listening to such wonderful labor makes it all worth it in the end.

ballad: the promise of living.

the thought of playing this while marching is awesome.

oh my gosh, i am dead with this music. the video is good too.

E D I T O R S

"you don't know love"

insane use of hair as a weapon. like.

shot in krakow, poland. dancers: damien jalet + alexandra gilbert.

scribble of international from the novella 'anthem'

i did some casting too (note that all of these people are actually models, and not actors:)

equality: francisco lachowski

international: jeremy young

liberty: doutzen kroes

the best kept secret on the internet. click on the picture and indulge your butt off.

B A N D C A M P begins tomorrow. all i can do is pretend to be excited.
M Y S I S T E R is at girl scout camp. she's been gone for a day + i miss her already.

another scanned drawing.
not the bee's knees, but i figured no one would know.

i finally have an accessible scanner, (!) and i've been scanning things today left and right. it's so much fun, it's redonkulous, and i have no idea why. O_O

well, here i present to you today, are some pencil sketches of uniforms/armor i did last year. "Brisingan" refers to a nation i made up, so don't mind that. heh.

amazing artist: fun.

>>spent all of today celebrating one of my closest friend's coming of age: happy 15th, amanda.

>>watched a good suspense: 'the uninvited' and started another one: 'horsemen'.

>>i watched the temperature today hit 106 degrees. burn, baby burn.

{ the world is so unfairrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr }

julie andrews didn't work out. D'X

this made me giggle.

//for some summer homework, we had to find our learning style, so i went to an online assessment, and found this, a very nice slice o' pie.

so, according to this oh-so-sophisticated source, i am an "INFJ", which can only be visually represented by a dolphin. whooppee. :I

//tomorrow, i plan to meet the julie andrews. i am stoked out of my mind.

ANOTHER FABULOUS FOURTH.

blessed to be living in such a wonderful country, srsly.

from top to bottom: ethan, spencer, amanda, me, melanie.
food, friends, and fireworks. picture by amanda's mammi. sorry for the late post, guys.

...AT LAKE NOTTELY.

cue mysterious, horrifying music.

nous sommes plus que [conquerors].

went to the lake yesterday. pics to follow.

for yet is to come what i like to call a [catch-up post]

ONE: local bands of which are awesome. check 'em, because going to live shows is something i haven't done in a while and have recently found to be something i have intensely missed doing.

come what may, athens georgia

ocean is theory, augusta georgia

almost legendary, (somewhere?) georgia

a lasting proposal, covington georgia

(a lasting proposal a very close friend of some people very close to me, which is...awesome)

TWO: playcation (the missionary project i was doing all last week) was awesome, in the sincerely most simple context i can put. seriously, i can tell you everything if you email me, but be braced for a session of long tales + tears.

flaxen- haired fille: myspace here.
next week, i will be volunteering for an outreach project to bring the Good News to young children in impoverished communities. we got to get a taste of what the community was like today, and it was bizarre. but i will see next week.

"Oh I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave." W. Whitman


DIARY:
>>i remember faintly two separate times in my life when i was supremely passionate about, first, cycling, from a book i read called the race, and then about a year later, poetry, from a movie called dead poets society. i've recently taken a step back to view what kind of a person i am currently, and have come to realize that my identity has deteriorated to nearly nothing, and i live life day by day, trying to find the next thing to do. i do remember that i was more happy when i was exceedingly inspired, and i want really nothing more than to reunite with that feeling once again. hoping beyond anything i succeed. cheers, renee p.

p.s. i edited the photos of georgia tech in the previous post to make them more "hipster-ific." not too shabby, ha.

BUSY, BUSY, BUSY. it's kinda weird to legitimately be doing things during summer vacation, since i haven't been, not really, until this week. i dedicated the week to a thing i like to call 'GITTUR DONE!' and so far, it's had pros and cons. i'm finishing AP World History, AP Biology, and H. World Literature summer work, but it's that isolated, tear-jerking event once again. once i finish, i'll hang out with people. took a trip to georgia tech on monday, which was fun. pics of the campus, which i thought relevant.

i love everything! i love everything!
i want to keep my status on facebook 'I LOVE EVERYTHING!!!' forever and ever and ever!
oh man, summer time gives me everything i love about having young blood.
call me up sometime; we'll go shoot fireworks, hop on car bumpers, watch movies late into the night.

love. everything. movies. friends. life. whatever.

REJOICE IN THE BEAUTIFUL GAME.

i am all smiles while i watch this.//forever young.// fifa world cup 2010, south africa.

bonjour, mes amis. hola, mis amigos.
HELLO, MY FRIENDS. I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER TODAY + I DON'T KNOW WHY.

//...probably because everything around me is just crying, "praise be to God!" the people i'm around, the events i've seen, the things i've done. nature around me. that expression may be a little foreign to some people, but i look up at the clouds and the sun and believe that there's just gotta be some Greater Designer than just man or nature. i just feel in my heart an overwhelming sense of joy and purity. praise be to God.

//i've been posting only some literature i've previously written for the past couple of days because i've felt lazy. now i wanna share everything. here, have some. you want some more? take it, it's alright.

A R N I + K I N S K I

really sick music video director(s). directed some famous ones like "go" by jonsi.

filmed in iceland. (n00bish nerd: i love the cinematography).

filmed in poland. it's probably just me, but poland looks really cool.

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CHIC EATING BY RENEE P.

WEDNESDAY, AKA YESTERDAY

strawberry yogurt w/ fresh orange juice; pita bread blanket over egg, grilled red peppers, mushrooms, Swiss cheese w/ clementine sparkling water (Izze); Japanese teriyaki and rice mix w/ fresh-squeezed lemonade.

TODAY

today, i have only eaten lemon-orange-blossom-honey-biscuits w/ creamed coffee; egg whites over browned toast w/ fresh orange juice.

IT'S A LITTLE SUPER-STUPID, BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL RICH + IMPORTANT.

CHIC = SOMETHING BLAKE LIVELY WOULD EAT. (ha!)

W A R & P E A C E

by me, february 2010

Carousel, cynically twisting in the valley between these two lands,
The hemispheres of my skull that antagonize the rainbow lights of this go-around.
To woe be mine when the clock strikes "decision-making time"
I still sleep with the light on, for there is war inside my mind.

Sick melodies, the soundtrack to the dainty spinning, taunt my reverie:
Hoping that this barbaric blindfold will one day be cast away.
"Choose," sings an oblivious voice,
But they know not of the spinning inside my own head.

Metal meets metal, swords against swords to the brink of death,
Earthshaker, be merciful, and just bring my demise.
For this split second, the world is at war,
My face contorts, and my throat gurgles out my mind.

Rush to the breaking dawn, finally, oh sweet carousel!
Bring me this phase of sweet reunion with harmony.
Stop for no moment longer than needed most,
Drying my eyes, and I see the multi-colored lights, blinking out safety.

This brutally-branded dove
Kicks me at my incessant weakness.

I'm through with love...

A seagull chirped, and the monotonous, metronomic beat of the tide fell against the sand of which I stood. A breeze lifted my hair, and I stared out into the blue, wondering to myself, that if I could just die right now, everything would probably get better.

At least it wouldn't hurt.

I'll never fall again...

The scalding heat that once brushed its sweet corona against my cheeks was beginning to burn my skin, intensifying the conglomerate of turbulent emotions brewing in my stomach. I looked out into the ocean to spot a small, abandoned boat that drifted along the waves, completely unattached to a mechanism labled, 'self-control.'

Said adieu to love...

Suddenly, a fiery desire to be that stupid boat engulfed me. I needed detachment: To be trapped within my own mind, and completely unaware of everything going on around me. For once in my life, I wasn't scared of the sparks happening within my skull.

Don't ever call again...

The saltwater was soothing against my aching feet.

The boat was getting closer to the shore. Bob up, bob down.

For I must have you, or no one...

I gave the epitome of perfection one last aching glare and turned around to leave. My soul represented a stained glass window someone had driven their truck right through. If anything was detached, it was my soul.

And so I'm through with love.

//Music...

>>one of the things i believe God left purely uncorrupted in this world is music. not lyrics, not performers, all of the sidebits that come with music, but pure, unattached, unfired, unalien music. uncorrupted, for all the world to mutually understand + cultivate individually. is it really a mystery how much everyone enjoys music? it shouldn't be, none at all.

>>i am unbelievably stoked for anberlin's new album, partially because they never, ever disappoint or faint. what they have inspired in me and so many people around me is the work of people absolutely on fire for the Great Designer. stephen christian = sick muse.

//Movies...

>>it's amazing to me how making movies is an industry, just like manufacturing cars or selling insurance. the society we live in appreciates hard thinking, i.e. engineers and accountants, more than artists. but they do appreciate one art form: moving pictures. and we pay big bucks to see them too.

>>a pretty cool movie i'm planning to see is 'the prestige' (2006), a movie about rival magicians set in the turn of the century. i'll be back with a review when i've finished it. not to mention it stars hugh jackman and christian bale BOTH. hhhhhhhhhhh.

//Books...

>>i've been reading two books by the same author for the past couple of days: 1) imperium, a novel about ancient rome, which is required reading for next year and 2) fatherland, a novel about an alternate timeline in which the nazis won WWII. both by robert harris, both very excellent novels, both have my recommendation.

>>i need books to read. :sheepish: got any suggestions?

"for we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works." ephesians 2v10

"...no credit to be won by timidity." imperium, robert harris 2006

madness, as you know, is like gravity. all it takes is a little push.
summer has been exceptionally tasteful. i have watched every single superhero movie i own for the past couple of days and have sincerely enjoyed every single minute of it. there's so much morality to learn from them. "...that's the point of batman. he can be the outcast. he can make the choice that no one else can make. the right choice."

DIARY:

to be honest, i'm a little hesitant to be writing a diary entry on a pretty [public] blog, but sometimes, it's just hard to really keep it all to myself. i was scrolling down my facebook home page this afternoon, just as i normally do. i noticed all the statuses people were posting and thought to myself, "okay, seriously? i don't care if you're hanging out with such and such. write a status with...meaning." this has been my mindset ever since i could remember. the whole, "i'm superior to you, meaning the things i do, the statuses i post, my mindset is better than yours."

but certain events happened yesterday that got me thinking: everything that i say/write is done in sincerity. everything i say/write, i want someone to take seriously. i want them to take it, laugh at it, think about it, elaborate on it. anything. because i wouldn't bother spitting something out of my mouth if i didn't want that, right? i don't want someone to ignore it, turn it around and make fun of me for it...

insult me for it.

so i scrolled down my facebook again, and eyed the statuses people posted, and reminded myself that everyone in this world wants someone to acknowledge who they are/what they stand for. there's something important to everyone in the world, and it's hardly fair if i treat that something important as if it wasn't. i don't want someone to say, "whatever," or "really?" if i say, "i won an award!" or "i'm going to the mall with my friends!"

because you're important to me. i just wanted to let you know.

-- renee

{the barrier btwn who i am and who i want to be}
//a lot of things have happened in the past couple of days, of which you should be aware: i've eloped to nicaragua, i've walked the runway, and i've raved. (only one of these things are literal, guess which...)

//my friends are crazy talented + i love them so much. sunday, 5/23, a little girl named haley displayed a beautiful work of art on a catwalk, of which i was so privileged to model. amazing pictures by amanda.

incredible detail of the dress.

//after the show, male model max and i did a stupid little dance party (mock rave) with blue lights behind the curtains. (oh, and shhh, don't tell anyone, but my fiance and i are not actually engaged. and we're still in america.) yesterday was a day of rest, while today was spent with my friends. we took a long walk to target, played with babies, and took photographs. we're awesome. :D

2 MORE DAYS OF SCHU-OOL, 2 MORE DAYS OF SCHU-OOL!!!

/informative.

//final exams are so outlandishly and stupidly stupid that if it were a baby, i would slap it. sorry to every person who told me not to slap babies.

//we got our journals from literature class back today. we did some "analytical" work for some of the books we read, including anthem, the hunger games, and to kill a mockingbird, don't laugh at the hunger games, my teacher likes to give fun stuff to read, ok. :

30 Things That I Like.

1. being happy

2. peace

3. nutella

4. james stewart

5. italian food

6. mercy/forgiveness

7. festivals + celebrations

8. the pursuit of knowledge

9. chick flicks

10. playing the flute

11. feeling accomplished

12. hipsters from florida (!)

13. childhood innocence

14. outlandishly nice people

15. Christ's love

16. making someone's day

17. corny jokes

18. student writing

19. cycling

20. softball

21. making new friends

22. pleasant smells

23. romantic literature

24. symmetry

25. hong kong

26. understanding things after being confused

27. staying in my pajamas

28. art with a meaning

29. music lyrics

30. the clean feeling after brushing your teeth

olafur arnalds

puts you on camera.

though he defines his music as 'classical,' it's not the typical beethoven or bach with the jumpy harpsichord and whatever 15th century knickknacks they put in music back then. his music is achingly beautiful, so much that i feel that when i listen to it, i feel like i'm in a video montage in an epic film, like storytelling.

beautiful samples found at his myspace.

awesome stuff coming from iceland these days.

why am i blogging when i should be in bed for a final tomorrow? i have no idea.

[4] more days of school.

a m u s i c a l m a s t e r m i n d.

{album streaming in entirety here.}

i've only recently started looking into the lead singer of sigur ros' solo project, but i simply cannot imagine how i could have conceived music before listening to jonsi. his music is utterly ethereal and wondrous, a gift. when i listen to it, i feel like i'm weightless or something.

{smell summer, so sweet so close.}
i thought i would leave a little blog about summer before we brace ourselves for finals week.

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PICK UP LINE #54: MY LOVE FOR YOU IS LIKE DIARRHEA. I JUST CAN'T HOLD IT IN.

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new playlist from parker young! ka-ka-ching!

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awesome day today. school spent getting awards and signing yearbooks. a friday night consisting of a fabulous school production of 'grease' and taco bell with amanda and a new friend, jordan. he's so adorable. :D

i just realized that my room is littered with clothes, world history notes, and sheet music. how coincidental it is that the majority of my time is spent on these things.

the next two days shall be interesting. lots of food and partying. don't mind it in the least.

i have a spontaneous urge to go shoe shopping. my dire craving to have an unexplainable amount of footware is beginning to become unhealthy.

hugh dancy: his eyes...omg.

HOW MANY WOMEN DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE A SANDWICH? WAIT! WHY IS SHE SCREWING IN LIGHTBULBS WHEN SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE MAKIN' ME A SAMMICH?

{dismantle.repair by anberlin}

call this a prelude to lifetime of you.

i am the patron saint of lost causes.

hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you.

it's not that i keep hanging on. i'm never letting go.

i'm still waiting for the day that logan lerman loses his shirt forever. whut.

HOW DO YOU KILL AN ELEPHANT?

UH...

WITH AN ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A BLUE ELEPHANT?

...WITH AN ELEPHANT GUN?

NO! WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A RED ELEPHANT?

WITH A RED ELEPHANT GUN?

NO! YOU CHOKE IT UNTIL IT'S BLUE, THEN SHOOT IT WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A PURPLE ELEPHANT?

YOU CHOKE IT UNTIL IT'S BLUE, THEN SHOOT IT WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN.

OH MY FREAKING CHEESE, THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS PURPLE ELEPHANTS!

C A U T I O N

THIS VIDEO MAY MAKE YOUR HEAD EXPLODE FROM AWESOME.

C A L O D A I S

OVER THE SUMMER, I WAS INSPIRED TO CREATE A COSMETIC LINE, WHICH I NAMED 'CALODAIS,' (I.E. 'CAL-OH-DAY') SOME NAME I MADE UP. IT WAS REALLY TACKY AT FIRST, AND STILL IS, TO AN EXTREMELY LARGE DEGREE ( XD ), BUT ITS DEVELOPMENT HAS SLOWLY PROGRESSED...

THE FIRST REASON I CREATED CALODAIS WAS BECAUSE THERE NEEDED TO BE A COSMETIC LINE THAT MADE LEGIT 'GUYLINER' FOR EMO GUYS LIKE PETE WENTZ WHO HAVE TO BUY WOMAN BRANDS. NOW I FIGURED GIRLS WOULD LIKE SOME STUFF FROM CALODAIS TOO. SO I DEVELOPED WOMEN COSMETICS AND BODY PRODUCTS, AND THE CAMPAIGN 'BODY: OUR MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION.'

I AM SO SMURT!!1!!ELEVEN!

...NO.

BUT I'M SERIOUS. IF I COULD SOMEHOW EXPAND THIS IDEA INTO THE REAL DEAL, THAT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE. SO THEN I SPENT THE PAST THREE OR SO HOURS DRAWING THIS PICTURE ON PHOTOSHOP BECAUSE, I MEAN, WHO'S REALLY THAT GOOD AT PERSPECTIVE?

the big hexagon is the lid; the small hexagon is the bottom. the side view of the package has a marbled yellow base and a black lid. i suppose if the fragrance changed, to say grapefruit or strawberries, then the color of the base would change accordingly. the top isn't colored because i was too tired. :P

the entire thing is a crude copy, so obviously there's HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE room for development. haha

the separate triangles on the lid i initally figured would be separate stickers, but then that would be such a pain the butt to stick on, so...

the bottom triangle, with the upside-down english, was initially meant to be japanese, but i don't have japanse characters on my computer. so just pretend. :]

//began watching to kill a mockingbird movie in class today; i can't say i miss old hollywood because i wasn't alive when it was around, but i wish its elegance was still present nowadays. my lit. class is planning on having a tkm party next thursday where we can dress up as a character from the book, bring in food, and participate in a 'mystery' game. i am so stoked.

THURSDAY, THURSDAY, THURSDAY IS MY FAVORITE DAY...


I LEFT SCHOOL EARLY TODAY TO GO TO THE DOCTOR'S FOR A YEARLY PHYSICAL. I WAS PRETTY CHILL ABOUT IT, UNTIL THEY ANNOUNCED, 'SORRY, WE HAVE NO WOMAN DOCTORS IN TODAY, YOUR BODY WILL BE CHECKED OUT BY A GUY.' YEAH, UM, NO OFFENSE TO THE MALE RACE, BUT I PERSONALLY, AS A GIRL, DON'T LIKE THEM POKING AND PRODDING MY BODY KTHNX. :|

TOMORROW IS FRIDAY! THAT MEANS 20 MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL. LEGIT.

SOUNDTRACK OF THE WEEK: BACKSTREET BOYS. HAHAHAHAHA, I KNOW, WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME...

PLANNING ON GOING 'VINTAGE' SHOPPING WITH KAYLIE ON SATURDAY, SHOULD BE A DISH (THOUGH I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO THAT....SHHH). AND I WROTE A FREAKING AWESOME STORY DURING FRENCH WHILE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING ON VOCABULARY, BUT THEN I LOST THAT PIECE OF PAPER. I THINK GOD'S TELLING ME TO PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS.

SPEAKING OF PAYING ATTENTION IN CLASS...IN LITERATURE, I WAS ABLE TO, FOR THE SIX OR SO WEEKS I USED TO SIT THERE, FALL ASLEEP BECAUSE I WAS IN THE WAY BACK. I'M PRETTY SURE MY TEACHER HAD SUSPICIONS, SO NOW I'M SERIOUSLY AT THE VERY FRONT. VERY FRONT.


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UPPING THE TESTOSTERONE

PIANO IMPROVISATION

I LOL'D

O M E L E T T E.

...and justin timberlake, i believe.
// the whole 'life st. analogy,' written by none other than a sick muse by the name of camille young, is amazing. it's really cool to see some of the smartest things going on in society are performed by the youngest people.

//WHO'S STOKED OUT OF THEIR MIND FOR THE NEW ANBERLIN ALBUM? PICK ME!!!!

//i like to dress up nice. this task has proved impossible the past couple of days, and it's eating me. i just don't have the time/motivation/insight to do so anymore. it's a little disheartening.

God, i need You so bad these next few weeks for strength, courage, and wisdom. grant me Your grace and power, and i cannot fail.

i have really only one thing to say: 1 corinthians chapter 4.
the entire thing. it gives me chills, makes me tear, makes me ache for God. <3

i was walking around today in my kitchen just after i had eaten a big lunch, and i felt this clawing craving in the top part of my chest, like in my ribs, and i thought i was hungry, but i couldn't identify that craving with hunger...i just ate lunch, i wasn't hungry. but it was really starting to bother me. what was it? i picked up my Bible, flipped to 1 Corinthians, and endulged. and it was all gone, just like that, poof, vanished. it's incredible.

guess who took a 15-hr "nap" last night? me. :) that's like, two nights worth of good sleep to bounce off my all-nighter the previous day. now my pro chef-forward sister is making meringue cookies while blasting fleetwood mac + anyone who reads this gets a coupon for a cookie from me on monday. :D

i see God working all around me.

it brings chills + a light heart.

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//i can't believe it's already thursday; it seems like yesterday that the week was just beginning. after this week, only FIVE MORE WEEKS. spring fever has got me so bad, let me tell you.

i've had a recent 8th grade music revival (i.e., all time low, mayday parade...), which gives me plenty of stuff to sing to in the shower.

this one is for listening purposes only (put on the earphones and listen to gaskarth's amazing voice...)

//i honestly have nothing to blog about. i haven't been doing anything, i haven't found new music, i haven't been anticipating anything.

nothing at all. o_-

"你好我的名字是renee" << this means 'my name is renee', apparently.

short blog today because it's ten o' clock at night and if i don't sleep soon, i will pass out.

by request of cason m., i will be blogging what i can in mandarin chinese.

some days, i feel kind of crummy. but spiritually, i feel like i'm on fire for Christ. i've just been sitting at home this entire week. we worship such a powerful God.

expensive french fashions for little people. new inspiration for dressing up next week!

"When I consider your heavans, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor. You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet..." Psalms 8v3-6

you know, when i sorta think about it, it's a blessing to belong to a family that loves to cook!

//this is me preparing to chop my finger off as i wage war against a stick of sugar cane. (eventually the task was taken over by papa.)

//went to the farmer's market today, and met up with the biggest assortment of eggplants i ever did see.

//a beautiful sandwich + a very pretty tomato and avocado.

//my family is preparing to go to calhoun and dalton tomorrow for our WEEKEND GETAWAY AS YUMMY AS MY FAGEETA WAHOO to take some pictures of native american historical sites, which i look forward to. i can't believe it's already friday and there are only two days left of spring break. sad face.

the more i read the Holy Bible, the more i recognize the really pretty language going on within it. every line seems to be so carefully constructed, and it's not weird to me to fall in love with it. everything the Bible says is so wonderful to me.