Blog post for one

School starts tomorrow. Yech. Poor Gab is already at school, though.

Renee is going to try valiantly to keep up her half of the blog during the upcoming tv season because it is a very important time for all of us. Maybe I'll even mention some current events here and there, if I'm feeling whimsical.

I don't have tons to write about just presently, because none of my shows have started yet, and I have no life outside of tv and Gab, but SOMEBODY (cough Danielle) has been harassing me, yes harassing me, to update the blog. Since Danielle has been our single loyal reader since the beginning of well versed in etiquette, it seems only fair to comply to her wishes. Even though she's multiple continents away right now (HINT: She's in Asia - go stalk her, perverts!) 

For some filler, I am going to make a list of all the songs that I got very into this summer. Isn't that interesting? 

Don't Forget - Demi Lovato (whatever)

London by Night - Greg Laswell

Wake Up - Arcade Fire

You'll See Boys - Rent soundtrack

Who's Loving You - Jackson 5

Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll - the Killers

Miss New York -  Brendan Hines

Move (Metronomy Remix) - CSS

18th Floor Balcony - Blue October

Butterfly - Dave Matthews

Opal's Blues - The Be Good Tanyas

Free Stress Test - Professor Murder

Walcott - Vampire Weekend

Better Day - To Have Heroes

Men of Snow - Ingrid Michaelson

Ordinary Day - Emilie Mover

Right Back Where We Started From - Maxine Nightengale

and ALL JAY BRANNAN SONGS (thanks Gab). Here are a few favourites:

Ever After Happily, 26 Hour Day, Half-Boyfriend, Can't Have It All, Bowlegged and Starving, String-a-long Song, 

REMINDER TO SELF: Make next poll question "favourite Harry Potter book." Everybody loves a Harry Potter question.

Renee Out.

P.S. I am expecting a return letter from Zachary Quinto any day now, confirming that we are soulmates. That is, unless my international coupon was rejected, in which case I'll have to smuggle myself across the border and get some American stamps. JK, border police, don't arrest me.

P.P.S. This is funny, unlike some other Before the Door projects (cough, Buddy and Andy, ugh)

WARNING: Crude language and themes

Funny FML

I think maybe I went a little overkill on the pictures and slightly drowned our blog. Therefore, this is a text only post!

"Today, I posted a status update on Facebook about how much I liked the Season Finale of NBC's "Heroes". My hand slipped to the right and it came out as "I really love Herpes. It's much better than everyone says it is". I didn't notice for few hours. FML"

Haha, that cracks me UP.

Renee Out.

Pictures taken at just the right angle

Hahaha.

http://damncoolpics.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-taken-at-just-right-angle.html

Renee Out.

More pictures that Renee did not take

This one is an underwater shot, but it's not really cool unless you know that.

Renee Out.

I did not take these

I wish.

Oh, what, how did that one get in here? :)

Renee Out.

Random Monday Rambles

I have stolen some time. Shhh.

So lately Renee (me) has been having to entertain herself with innovative ways, since her be-fri decided it would be totally cool to abandon her for four years (but whatever, I'm not bitter.) Some of the aforementioned activities she has been partaking in include: juggling, magic tricks, watching hours and hours of Ace of Cakes, reading (which is stupid, seeing as her glasses are not ready) and being especially clingy with her dog, who is experiencing some sort of gas issue.

Anyways. To summarize, I am lonely, yet happy for my bestie. I will try to keep up the blog, even though I know for a fact that we only have one reader (who is currently traipsing through Malaysia). However, Renee considers pursuing some form of vague writing career that if she has to attempt to describe to one more prying adult will cause her to KILL HERSELF (I think maybe I threaten that too much.) Anyways. Ugh. My words are getting all messed up. It's that concussion I got from waterskiing, even though nobody believed me. Well, nobody believed me about needing glasses either, and WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?? (Well, the glasses makers probably, seeing as we shelled out four hundred dollars for my freaking prism lenses.)

But yes, keeping a blog, even a blog that no one reads, is excellent practice for some kind of vague writing career. It keeps my wit sharp and my words pithy. Also, if I tag the people from Ace of Cakes enough times they are bound to discover it and then beg me to move to Baltimore, Maryland to be their director of awesomeness.

So yeah. That's why all the tags are Ace of Cakes related. Glug. I feel really strange. There's lots of pressure on my head.

This is essentially just a stream of conciousness post, which no one wants to read. Next one will hopefully be more coherent.

Renee Out.

P.S. I was away for all the SYTYCD craziness and without a computer, but I want to say now that I was thrilled that Jeanine won, because she was my absolute favourite; even more than my serious boyfriend Jason

Ace of Cakes really TAKES THE CAKE

AH GOD. I am in the computer lab in school right now, slacking on my work as per use, and the semi-sadistic IT teacher has put the Graduation Song by Vitamin C on repeat. It has actually been playing for about forty five minutes. I am GOING TO HANG MYSELF.

Not only do I hate that song, but I hate thinking about graduation or anything to do with it, because it just reminds that I am far from being ready for the real world.

Here's a small rant, though it is not Thursday (I never really stayed on top of that scheduling business anyways.) I dislike it inordinately when people (mainly adults) ask you what you're going to do with your life and where you're going to go to University etc. Aren't there any other things they would like to know about me? Like my favorite fruit (pomegranate) or how my dog's farting problem is coming along (not improving)? Because I view both of those as more interesting questions.

I have to go, which is a shame, because I was going to use this post to write a long and detailed recap of my FAVOURITE show right now, Ace of Cakes. P.S. I am in love with Ben, because for me to like a show it has to have at least two of these three things: 1) a hottie, 2) humour and 3) a couple I am rooting for. Ace of Cakes makes the cut.

I will write again as soon as I can.

Renee Out.

This is a cheat post

...because it has no substance!

However. Except the blog to pick up its socks, so to speak, coming up soon. I have lots of things to say about the spoiler leakage for some of our favourite shows, most exciting from HIMYM and Bones (except no one that I know besides me and Mrs. Chartrand even watches Bones.) WHATEVER. I'll still talk about it.

So our friend Gab is leaving us in the wee hours of tomorrow morning and I will be inebriated with tears for the next week and a half or so while I am working, but THEN when the school year begins and I have no friends since my only friend besides Danielle LEFT ME (I have early onset abandonment issues) I will be updating multitudinously, especially when my shows start. Gab will update when she can, but she will be very busy, but I sadly, will not be.

P.S. My left eye is crossing and no one will believe me. They'll ALL SEE (pun intended) when I go to the eye doctor on Fri. and am prognosesed with some horrible disease.

Renee Out.

Renee is lazy, but not as lazy as Gab

Hi there everybody. Unfortunately I am going away for two weeks, and since I have been the only one attempting to carry the blog these last few months (everyone's thinking it Gab!) the updates are going to be even slower and fewer between than usual. Which I apologize for, but I am determined to pick up the slack with mucho gusto when i return so that I can once again be laudable (word of the day - it means praiseworthy, no big deal.)

I will miss all our readers aka Danielle. Look forward to well versed in etiquette picking up its metaphorical socks when I return.



Renee Out.

Renee's predicament

Told entirely in third person.

So today Renee woke up and decided to feng shui her room since no one wanted to hang out with her (fingers pointing at you Gab). She sprung out of bed and took everything out if it's place before realizing that cleaning her room was not, in fact, what she had wanted to do all along, but that it was actually to go make herself a chicken and mayo sandwich. She vacated her room, leaving her bed piled high with three feet of junk that had been stored in the dark corners of her room.

Well! This landed her in a quite a predicament, as the title suggests. She is now officially bedless, since for some obscure reason her parents who worked all day and her Grandmother at the spry age of 87 do not feel like vacating their beds for one short night. How dare they.

So now she has a number of choices. Admittedly, this is not the first time this has happened. Her teachers said her attention span would improve over time. Her teachers were wrong.

Last time Renee bunked in the bathtub with very unsuccessful results, the worst of which was a strange sound made by her neck whenever she turned her head to the left for the next week or so. She is currently still deciding, but she is leaning towards setting up camp underneath the dining room table, because it gives her natural shelter and muffles the sound of those insane people who rise and shine at seven in the morning.

She's off to find some blankets to fashion her measly fort. Don't feel bad for her or anything. (Please do)

Renee Out.

P.S. Why is it that Kevin Bacon is so good at playing mental cases? And why is it that Renee chose this, of all nights, to watch a highly disturbing movie about Kevin Bacon becoming invisible and raping/murdering people, including my beloved Grunny? (Murder only with that one.) Poor Grunny. No tearing it up in that movie. His bloddy carcass reminds Renee of his sad fate on Lost - and on that note, she's off the sleep in the empty, creaking dining room.