forget you.

November 26th, 2005.

drunk. ¢╝

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Chantale Renée
Birthday:	April 2nd, 1983
Birthplace:	Ottawa, Ontario
Current Location:	Toronto. Annex snob.
Eye Color:	Blue/green
Hair Color:	Auburn
Height:	5'3"
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right handed
Your Heritage:	French-Canadian... ouain tabarnaque.
The Shoes You Wore Today:	My slip-on teal mary janes.
Your Weakness:	Generous to a fault.
Your Fears:	Thunder storms and lightning.
Your Perfect Pizza:	Mmm.. anything. Pizza sounds good right now.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	No more seriousness. Seriously.
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	BRB.
Thoughts First Waking Up:	Someone better be making me banana pancakes.
Your Best Physical Feature:	My eyes and waist.
Your Bedtime:	Well after midnight, just before dawn.
Your Most Missed Memory:	Recently, the robot.
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke in a can, Pepsi from a fountain.
MacDonalds or Burger King:	MCDonald's fries, BK burgers.
Single or Group Dates:	Either one. I'd be myself either way.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Lime green tea. All the way.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Twist. The best of both worlds.
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Tea. I dislike coffee tasting things.
Do you Smoke:	Cigarettes never. Green things, occaisionally.
Do you Swear:	Only when pushed to.
Do you Sing:	Everyday.
Do you Shower Daily:	Everyday.
Have you Been in Love:	I have loved many. Never been IN love. I heard it hurts.
Do you want to go to College:	I've been, it was nice. You should go.
Do you want to get Married:	Not right now. Perhaps one day.
Do you belive in yourself:	Of course, it's the most important thing.
Do you get Motion Sickness:	Only when I don't know where I'm going.
Do you think you are Attractive:	What a vain question to answer...
Are you a Health Freak:	I have my moments.
Do you get along with your Parents:	Very well actually. I miss them all dearly.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Negative. See 'FEARS'.
Do you play an Instrument:	I play guitar and soon, the harmonica!
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Why yes.
In the past month have you Smoked:	See next question.
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Yes.
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	Yes.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	Is this my mother?
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	More times than ever!
In the past month have you been on Stage:	Yes.
In the past month have you been Dumped:	I've been let down. Not dumped.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	Does dipping count?
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Yes, accidentally. Haha.
Ever been Drunk:	I am right now.
Ever been called a Tease:	Twice, daily.
Ever been Beaten up:	Nope. I always win.
Ever Shoplifted:	When I was a tween.
How do you want to Die:	Loved and remembered.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	An EC dancer. A barbie photographer.
What country would you most like to Visit:	Asia and Europe.
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	I'm not picky.
Favourite Hair Color:	Why be choosy.
Short or Long Hair:	It's all about personality baby.
Height:	Taller than me, that's all I ask.
Weight:	Just be beautiful and you'll win.
Best Clothing Style:	Anything original. Urban.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Just marijuana. I would never do anything else.
Number of CDs I own:	I can't count that right now.
Number of Piercings:	4, 2 in each ear.
Number of Tattoos:	1, the comedy and tragedy masks on my right ankle.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	Several things. But I am a strong believer that everything happens for a reason.
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

Dear Jared Sales.

I am shocked, appalled and visibly insulted by the material you used during your set at the Fresh Meat showcase yesterday evening. I had nothing but complete respect for you as a fellow comic and Humber alumni, until half way through your set. Confused? Let me refresh your memory.

On Monday, March 21st and Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005, I posted up on my 'blog' two very personal entries. Now to clear things up... I don't write on here for anyone but myself. If you chose to read it, be my guest, but these are my published words, archived for whatever purpose. Not for someone else's jokes.

As a comic, I will agree that some of it was potentially humorous, but as a person I have to disagree on your actions. You bastardized what was significantly a hard time for me to go through and word around says you've been using this to your advantage for quite sometime now. I ask you to stop.

I don't care if it's funny, it's my material, no matter which way you look at it. How dare you even think of going ahead with such a 'bit' with me amongst the crowd?

I want you to know that I am hurt. You've made a fool out of me and I don't appreciate it. However, I am glad that you've been enjoying my writing.

Oh, and let's clear one more thing up- I'm twenty-two.

Congratulations on your nomination.

The man of my dreams...

must be...

hello? is it me you're looking for?

So many changes going on. I'm afraid. I'm excited. I'm stoked!

I've been asked to do some promotional Fear Fest work on tv for Wonderland! They told me not to shower- this should be scary indeed!

Going to Ottawa on Friday. Going to be my old self on Saturday and going to be wonderful. Had a 'real' interview this morning... things are looking well. I've never been on 'salary' before... but I'm sure I'd find ways to get used to it.

I'm sick of all these signs!
Pick up the phone already.

comedy vs. tragedy

like day vs. night
the sun overlooks
as I ignite into laughter
full of life
nothing could come between
the charm and i.
then
like a sneaky vilain
the moon strikes twelve
and i morph into recklessness
thoughts spinning around
in my head
somewhere so close
yet so far away
i remember you yesterday.
dazzled, i sit pondering
trying to make sense of it all
another day, another turn over
like hot to cold
so serious, unfunny.
suddenly i've become.
could it be the music?
could it be the words?
could it be the dreams?
am i repeating myself?
i care. i care so much.
helpless and hypocritical
i lie in bed
time to write again.


Your memory keeps me awake.

dear diary.

For some reason, typing words into this confined rectangular space feels like a remedy to me.

Everytime something happens... I run towards a notebook. Sometimes it ends up on this so-called blog. I often re-read what I write and examine the healing process of it all. kind of neat. My life documented. By day of pain, or day of joy.

I sang out loud biking my way home tonight. I didn't care who was listening. I was feeling great. I have done what I thought was impossible.

When you're content, there's just some words you keep private.
And when the time is right, they turn into beautiful music.

oh

...how I don't want your buzz to end.

when words and attempted talent collide...

Kat and I have recorded beautiful music.
Feel free to tickle your ears with http://myspace.com/chantalelalonde!


To eat the middle first ice cream and the opening of doors!
I'm blessed to have you in my life.

I'll be trecking down to Ottawa on the weekend of September 16-19.. make sure you check Kat Burns out at LadyFest on Sunday. We'll be in touch. We'll party.