My name is Rena and I'm sixteen years old. I've just finished my 10th year of school and I have a job at a movie store.
I have had previous journals on here but I lost all the passwords, so let's hope I can remember this one.
I guess I should tell you some things about me.
I have been playing guitar for probably over a year now, and I have a bright green Fender replica covered in silver stars. That is the one thing I couldn't live without. Funny story, actually. The guitar was bought with drug money. So, considering, the guitar is, ironically, the perfect colour, which also just happens to be my favourite.
My parents are both unemployed - my father has a brain injury and both are on benefits. My mother used to race motorcycles, so I'm quite proud of her in that respect, and we still have a Norton Commando in the garage, which get taken out to the beach occasionally. My father is a lazy, alcoholic bastard who smokes copious amounts of pot, my mother is a bossy, riteous, know-it-all bitch and my older brother Ben thinks the world revolves around him. I am the baby of the family, but since my father got his injury, he's kinda taken over that role and I'm now more of a middle child.
I've never had a serious boyfriend. Guys in eyeliner turn me on, and also when depressed emo boys make out with each other. Generally, all the boys I have ever liked have all had girlfriends (and I loose interest as soon as they become single) or played silly little games with my head and pissed me round so much I gave up. I am now currently entertaining the idea I might possibly be bisexual, considering my first ever pash was with a girl in a bathtub, and I've kissed a few more since.
My favourite bands are Green Day, Nirvana, The Smashing Pumpkins, The Clash, The Sex Pistols, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Hole, The Datsuns, George Thoroughgood and the Destroyers, Audioslave, Blink 182, Cream, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Metallica's okay, Pennywise, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and The White Stripes. The classic rock influence is from my parents and their extensive vinyl collection, and the punk influence is from no one but me. I saw american idiot when it first came out and was like, holy shit, what the fuck is this? Because music at that point was completely blah to me, I thought it was for rappers or ten year old prodigies who've had lessons from the age of two minutes. I liked very few bands at that stage, and I've always kind of known that I have never liked in any way Britney Spears fuckin Spice girls pop music, and the sad thing is, that (and rap, urgh . .) was really all I was exposed to, growning up. I remember Pumpkins and Green Day videos played on TV throughout the early 90's, and my brother's Pantera, Korn and Sepultura CDs (slowly getting into meal now, though) but at that age one really does not have the means to go out and buy oneself music. Then I discovered Green Day at about 14, and a whole new fucken world showed itself to me and I had a reason to live. I realise Green Day are very mainstream nowdays, but I respect them and they (and the Smashing Pumpkins) basically opened me up to the whole alternative movement in general, so I must give them credit.
SuicideGirls.com is one of my favourite sites. I just found it the other day and now I'm addicted. Go there NOW.
As of yet, I have no tattoos as I have to wait til I'm 18 as both my parents are totally against artful and liberal self-expressionism of the skin. Bastards. I GOT A TATTOO!!!! ACE OF SPADES, LEFT HIP!!!! THANK GOD FOR THE BIG DAY OUT AND THEIR TOTLLY LAX SECURITY CONCERNING DRINKING PASSES!!!!!!! But I have, in chronological order, my bellybutton (maybe I'll tell you the story behind that one day when I'm bored), my lobes and my nose pierced, which I did myself. Recent additions include 7mm plugs in each lobe, and the cartillage at the top of each ear, which I did myself with safety pins. I intend to get a lot more in the future. I saw my first corset piercing the other day and now I'm rather obsessed (google it).
Um, nothing much more to say. Anything else you want to ask me, leave a note. And the last thing I have to say is: um . . if you can't be a good example, then be a horrific warning.