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!

SUMMER.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUMMER TO COME.

I'm sooo sick of this horrible weather in Paris. Tomorrow is only the first day of spring but I already want to be in Juin. I went to Spain a month ago and they were all in shorts and tee-shirts. that is so not faire. we had a few days of nice weather but now it's gotten cold out again. I can't wait to be able to walk around in shorts and a tank top and feel the cool summer breeze on my skin. I WANT TO GO TO SPAIN! I want to go partying on the beach and sleep outside without freezing to death. I am going to a beach party in Spain in about three months, but that's in such a long time! I even made a countdown in my agenda until the party. I can't wait. The only problem is that now time is going by so much slower because i'm like counting the minutes until the party in my head every day.

I'm C R A Z Y, or so I was told !

Depression Time.

My life is shit.

Let me develop my idea a little further and explain my problem:
Two months ago I was dating this guy that I REALLY liked and he really liked me, well at least I thought he really liked me. Everything was going great: no real ups no downs just normal and smooth. But things started getting bad when I came home from my grandparents where I just spent christmas. I was coming home mainly to see him at least once, otherwise I know I could of convinced my dad to go to Italy or Spain or something for New Years. But I just was desperate to see him. I already knew that he was spending New Years at his and my best friend's house out in the country which I was totally fine with because I know my Best Friend really cared for our relationship and he wouldn't let him do anything stupid. He laws leaving three days after I got back. Three WHOLE days and he kept rescheduling at the last minute until finally we didn't get to see each other before he left. Now I had to wait one whole week to see him again when school started. And when school started that's when things got really fucked up. One week later I broke up with him because he was being a total dick with me and leading all the other girls on. He refused to kiss me in front of this girl who is insanely jealous of me for no reason and he knew she'd do anything to break us up. So when we were hanging out and he was linking arms with her and I was all alone on the other side, I just couldn't take it anymore. I broke up with him. It was an impulse, and that weekend I regretted it immensely. But little did I know that he was waisting no time. Not even a week after our breakup he starts dating his supposed "best friend"  who is also one of my close friends. No word from her until today, when she sends me this huge text that she was sorry and that she was such a bitch and that she couldn't even look at me. All this because monday I told my friend that I was sick that there was a fight and blablabla. I only did this to go to my two friends birthday party. but since she's now dating my ex-boyfriend she says it'll be too weird. Meanwhile my best friend gets invited (female best friend not the guy who has the country house), we are inseparable and everybody knows that. This is the first party where she'll go without me. At first I was totally pissed, but then she said she'll only go there for two hours just so she can say she was there.
Great! Now friday when my ex-boyfriend and my friend will be locking lips i'll probably be in PJs, on my couch, eating a pot of ice cream and watching American Pie to try and make myself feel better.

I'm just a fucked up girl living in a fucked up life in a fucked up world.  Welcome to where being me is -*Never Enough*-
Do you know what it's like when  it hurts to smile.  How you try to fit in but you can't.  How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside.
That's how I feel when I just re read this whole story I was about to post I realized how light hearted it is. When that doesn't reflect what I feel at all. I fool everyone around me. I play the charade so well that i'm even fooling myself. This may be the shortest part of my blog post but it's the one that took the longest to write because of all the pauses due to my blurry eyes when I hold that one tear in that's begging to come out. The trembling hands. And the writing and re writing and re re writing not being able to put my thoughts to words. I feel pathetic, like I can't even trust my thoughts anymore, like my hands are typing all by themselves. Anyways. Now, not only do you know the story, but you now know the me that's buried deep deep underneath the whole "Imma teenager so I don't give a shit about anything or anyone" act.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a whole pot of Cookie Dough waiting for me in the freezer.

Street Art (pt2)

Here are some picture I took around my neighborhood of any art that really just catches my eye. I actually took these pictures in a rush for my brother's birthday that night. I originally was going to contribute to the group present my sisters were giving him, but when I found out they were giving him a Zippo lighter, I did not want to encourage my brother to smoke even more than he already does. The funny thing is, when I gave him my booklet with the pictures I had taken of the street art, he was a thousand times more touched than when he opened the lighter. I guess that taught my sisters a lesson. I like these particular street arts because I think they're each unique and they're very well done. Some are huge and demand a lot of hard work and other are small but interesting. This style is specific to Paris I think. i haven't seen anything like it in any other city.

50's Fashion

I lovehigh waisted denim shorts. I'm so happy to see places like American Apparel doing these high waisted shorts.

 I look up to Audrey Hepburn. I think she had the most amazing sense of style.

I LOVE the late 1950's early 1960's fashion.

New York I Love You.

 This is what is now known as a Hipster. They have a lot of hipsters hanging around downtown New York.

 @ Dylan's Candy Bar. Bath of gum.

 This is the shopping bag from Dylan's Candy Bar.

This picture was taken at Dylan's Candy Bar. i was IN SHOCK at how many Jelly Beans they had.