Lights.

Today was Monday the 11th of November, the end of the 1st World War which means I did not have school. It was pretty cold out today so I didn't feel like going out. I decided that my project for the day would be lights. I have always loved light art and pretty much anything to do with lights so I took a bunch of pictures of all the different lights in my apartment. Here are a few: 

Liberty. (Leonarda+Khatchik March)

High School...
My whole life i've been really excited to start high school (which starts a year later in France 10th grade in the states) and finally i'm going to my third month and I wanna go back to Junior High.
Today was actually the first day I was proud to say that I am using my student voice and education for a reason.  Since high school started I told my self that I would be serious this year: I was gonna work hard and go out less. chill less etc and I definitely have been working harder, a lot harder compared to my previous years but I haven't really done anything i'm really proud of yet until today.
Let me skip back to a month ago. Two students that were here (in France) illegally got thrown out out of their school and deported to where they "should be." After hearing that students were revolted, they decided to take a stand and not go to school until something had changed. An they stuck to their decision because all week all my friends that were in public schools did what we call "blocus" they get to school at 6:30 bringing everything they can find (garbage cans, fences etc)  and block the entry to school so that no one could get in. We being a private school have not had the chance to do one of these so called blocus. The two weeks of break passed and this week people were still manifesting in the streets. We got sick and tired of not participating (even though my first saturday morning of vacation I woke up at 6AM to help my freinds that had school that morning)  and decided to do a blocus of our own most of my friends got there at 6:30 trying to get there before any teachers and put the garbage cans up. And that is how when I got there at 9:30 Massillon had had their first blocus !! The first march went from the three fellow schools that I regrouped all at Massillon when our blocus was getting weak and we needed help from the more experienced and we went to Republique. From Republic the march actually started at 1pm and so many schools were there. Most of my classmates thought changed their mind and decided to go back to school for the afternoon. Half way through the march I felt a feeling of euphoria because finally I was there with all the others, I was finally taking a stand and missing school in order for my voice to be heard. I had wanted to take that stand for so long but I knew that if I had done it alone it wouldn't have changed anything. I stayed the longest, cried the loudest and jumped the highest. I finally felt that as a student I had done something useful towards another student

Amterdam.

So I just came back from Amsterdam and it was awesome. I didn't go to a Coffee Shop but it was so amazing even without seeing the "main" part of Amsterdam. I think my favorite part of it was the Jordaan. It would be "Marais" of Paris. We were staying on what was supposed to be the most beautiful canal in Amsterdam the Bloomhaght. I liked the museum district also, we went to the Rijkesmuseum and to the Stedelijk. The only place i didn't like so much was the Red Light District but it's a small part of a huge city.

Election Time.

I've been getting ready for election night, (yes here in Paris it starts at 2:00AM and finishes at 6AM.
So to celebrate (or not) this election there's this huge party at this club, on the edge of Paris.

Now this was my project for today: Nail Art. So my nails are now offcialy ready for tomorrow night (please don't judge this is my first time doing nail art and it's pretty terrible.) I did one hand with a sponge and the other with a straw ( I believe it's called splatters.) I think you can guess what hand I did first ( If not it's the 2nd picture)

Skins.

Lately i've been watching this british show called Skins. It's a show about teenagers and their everyday life. Now, at first my mom didn't want me to watch it and I didn't understand why. When I started watching it, I understood why she didn't want me to watch it. It's not really violent, it is pretty trashy but it's so realistic, it's almost like a documentary that you realize that there are people that crazy or trashy. and I understand why a lot people say " Yeah it's really good but it's just to much for me." Because it is very good but it's so harsh that sensitive people don't watch it. I watched a show once with a friend and she bursted out crying at the end of the episode she said it was because those teens looked so lost and that they don't have anything to live for, that they're so sad and depressed that there's nothing interesting in their lives.
Still, it's become my favorite show. Every two seasons they change the characters and the theme song. My favorite seasons are 1 and 2 ( i've only gotten to season4)
But this is the cast of season 1 and 2 and there's a link to all the theme songs starting with season 1 going all the way to season 6. I think the theme song rather defines what the show's about. They change theme songs when they change characters, I think it gets faster and faster throughout the seasons but the first theme song's my favorite.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4A17gWOn6Y&feature=related

(Very)Thin Line Between Music&Art.

This the inside of the electric lady studio bathroom in NYC. Basically it was the old night watchman who was bored and every night he would work on this bathroom. So old that Stevie Wonder saw this and it's said that he put his hand on the wall and told the watchman: "feel your art man, I can feel the power". And later on he asked the watchman to make another collage for the inside of his album ( to tell you the truth I forgot the name of the album, but it's in one of them!)

New City.

Soo now I'm in NYC, my favorite city in the world! I come here every summer because all though I live in France I am an American at heart. Anyways what I love about New York is that it's sooo .... New! Compared to Paris which is certainly beautiful I must say but it's so old! It's almost like we don't have one building that was built after 1950 (of course that's not true but I tend to exaggerate that's just me .) Some people say Paris is like the most beautiful city in the world and I agree but that doesn't necessarily mean it's the most fun. Sure when you're a tourist you find it great and overwhelming and you think there's so much to do but after a whole you realize how boring it is especially for a teenager. In New York there are like a thousand more things to do, or it feels like that at least. Maybe it's just an impression like tourists think there are so many things to do in Paris, I think there are so many things to do in New York. I guess it's up to me too find out, now if you'll excuse me, I have a city to explore!