life as an incoherent pattern.

but that's how i like it.

toodles.

all original photography.

oh my influences.

 1*screenshot of the lovely miroslava duma.

 2*a drawing i did in geography class today out of boredom.

 

3*missing festivities

 

4*wave of mutilation postcard

5*me, my love of nirvana, and my nirvana flag.

sleeping to the soud of the rain tonight.

toodles.

rena.

the easter show!

 my new iron on patches, mini bazooka, pink floyd sticker + buttons.

all for about $16.

peter got an awesome pulp fiction poster, that i'm veryveryvery jelly of.

 hey guys, i got a tattoo.

an $8 one. i think it looks pretty cool.

on my wrist.

his name is elmo.

wonka!

mini little nerds packet.

why so much excessive packaging nowadays?

it was cute, i suppose, and it was filled to the brim.

fun day. was warm. got cold.

went on a few rides, too. it was a shame i decided not to bring my camera with me, there were quite a few nice shots i could imagine.

toodles.

rena.

for the love of nirvana.

i will never get sick of this video. i know, it's not even an original nirvana song.

but as much as i like the original bowie version, there's something novel about seeing 

kurt cobain in his usual oversized, thrifted sweater, teamed with a dave grohl who looks like the ultimate newbie, and krist novoselic just chilling out on stage. and something subtle about their performance, especially cobain's, that leaves a slight nostalgia on one.

slowly watching my morning hours dwindle by, as i sit here cyber-stalking nirvana's vevo channel on youtube.

 chucks. pride.

i have yet to see another rock star wear white hepburn-inspired shades.

and rock out in hawaii shirts.

the original hipster? of course not.

eyeliner is questionable. 

 i want one. 

they look like the usual next door hooligans. 

but no.

and so for all of you who will complain about having a 'weird garage band' living next to you.

be prepared.

you never know.

i don't know how many more nirvana photos i have.

but rest assured it's a crazy number.

oh, and does it make it legit for me to roll out of bed and onto the stage in the future?
it's an acquired look, you know.
and mother still fails to believe i enjoy this culture.

toodles.

rena.

chillax the f*ck out.

excuse the profanity - i'm barely at a state of semi-consciousness but my delusional self decided to make a midnight playlist. oh and i'm eating hormonal green grapes.

i.e. they're just really big. 

smart.

songs to chillax to:

N.B. lots of floyd.

*insert floyd joke* ^wish i were here^

1*coming back to life-pink floyd

2*good times gonna come-aqualung

3*no one's gonna love you-band of horses

4*bella-angus and julia stone

5*breathe-pink floyd

6*blind willie mctell-bob dylan

7*island in the sun-weezer

8*on the turning away-pink floyd

9*nice dream-radiohead

10*champagne supernova-oasis

11*us + them-pink floyd

12*the tale of dusty + pistol pete-the smashing pumpkins

13*patience-guns n' roses

14*soldier's poem-muse

15*the man who sold the world-david bowie/nirvana.

toodles.

rena.

and happy birthday to mr. kurt cobain for a short 2 day' ago. you will be forever missed.

it's november?

it means something to me, at least. arizona...photo off google

1. holy shemozzles, it's november.

2. holy shemozzles, my exams are next week.

3. holy shemozzles, it's time to get everything up to date

i need a life planner. stressing out and realising i'm not doing enough. i wrote a story in english today that may/may not see me to the counsellor. it was random, and i didn't feel like writing much... it was 1.5 pages and completely experimental... we'll see.

here's a 5-song-playlist that kind of explains what i'm thinking/feeling right about now...

1*screw the man-the jerk offs [rebellious]

2*lounge act-nirvana [thinking about stuff that's happening with the love]

3*champagne supernova-oasis [i need to start looking at the bigger picture]

4*compulsion-the spirits [need to prioritise and set things straight, everything's really 

overwhelming at the moment]

5*don't change-INXS [why can't everything be the way it was...?]

toodles.

listen up.

1*the static age-green day

2*little pinks or blues-fergus brown

3*i just wanna live-good charlotte

4*lounge act-nirvana

5*brain damage-pink floyd.

i'm thinking this is a pretty damn good mix of new, old, heavy, and softer stuff. 

i got tumblr today. if you have it, follow me! i feel really conforming though, which sucks. there are like, 6,000,000 + people using tumblr. it's overrated. well, there are probably more people on blogger, but still. everyone's got a blog nowadays. it's the "cool thing" to do. 

[[i got tumblr for one good reason: it's not blocked like blogger is at school, otherwise, i really don't know why. out of boredom, perhaps. google bloggers, we're so much cooler]]

i'm on art camp tomorrow, but i'm considering bringing the laptop with me. so who knows! 

you know what, i'll do it.

visit the tumblr if you dare. crap. since when was blogging conforming? since tumblr came along. 

i really don't know how to feel about it.. it's great and all that everyone seems to enjoy it.. but it used to be different. 

http://salvadorandpablo.tumblr.com

wait, this post is totally redundant, isn't it? darnit.

[[the hilarious thing is, i did have a ranty-type blog last year, when i just turned 14, even then i recommended music in sets of 5's! crazy, huh? i've forgotten the password though.. shame]]

check it out here, made me laugh. 

http://sentimentalpumpkinsoup.wordpress.com

xx rena.

seriously, take it off.

this is probably old news, but today i saw a picture of kesha plastered up by the school radio room, wearing a death to the pixies shirt. so, instead of being angry right then and there [[which i was, anyway]], i decided to leave myself a mental note to look further into it.

 turns out she also cropped it into a tank. does this mean i can't wear my death to the pixies shirt without making some connotation of trying to be kesha-esque? turns out while visiting a little beach not far from where i live, it's not actually little, it's bondi beach, and it was in march, kesha managed to come up with the atrocity of wearing an obviously customised pixies shirt [[which i don't really mind]] over some dreadful swimwear. 

and truthfully, it's not that at all. it's the fact that kesha's music takes absolutely no stylistic influences whatsoever from the pixies. so whether she actually listens to them or not, it wouldn't matter, because she's currently scarring the world with the music she makes. [[this is solely subjective, please take no offence, i know she's pretty famous at the moment]]

yes, i'm a die hard alternative fan. honestly, if i see her wearing a radiohead tee shirt, or nirvana, or floyd, i will be seriously, seriously annoyed. confronting pictures, no? not a very pretty sight... you don't say. i wish wish wish a wave of mutilation came by to wash her away, or even that a monkey could take her to heaven. anything. and yes, i agree, what was ironic, has now become seriously literal. 

xx rena.

photos found on zimbio via google search.